Thursday, November 4, 2010
changes (curse the gods)
sometimes i feel like
a motherless child.
other times i feel
like the father of it all.
it changes all the time
and that i suppose is
called living.
still
i wish that
things would
remain constant,
once and a while.
that
would be
great,
wouldn't it?
image: jw miller © 2010
words: gus edwards © 2010
Thursday, October 14, 2010
(that if i stand here) long enough
ask me about love and -
i'll talk about sex.
ask me about sex and
i'll talk about memories.
it all gets mixed up-
love, sex, memories.
so much so that i'm not sure
which is which anymore.
but i think that if i stand here long enough-
i'll figure it out.
words: gus edwards © 2010
image: jw miller © 2010
i'll talk about sex.
ask me about sex and
i'll talk about memories.
it all gets mixed up-
love, sex, memories.
so much so that i'm not sure
which is which anymore.
but i think that if i stand here long enough-
i'll figure it out.
words: gus edwards © 2010
image: jw miller © 2010
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i did what i did because i felt like it... i wanted to be a bitch so i became one.
and - now that he's gone why am i having second thoughts?
ahh... what's the use? what's done is done. there's no looking back. at least not today.
words: gus edwards © 2010
image: jw miller © 2010
the muse, the booze
if the music is the muse
and the wine is the booze
what else can i ask for?
what is there left to dream about?
if you have the answer
tell me please
because
i don't.
words: gus edwards © 2010
image: jw miller © 2010
and the wine is the booze
what else can i ask for?
what is there left to dream about?
if you have the answer
tell me please
because
i don't.
words: gus edwards © 2010
image: jw miller © 2010
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Wednesday, September 29, 2010
it's something
he was a derelict with a bottle shouting to the world: "i haven't been laid in 8 years and i don't care. ... what the hell is sex anyway? just a moment of pleasure and a lifetime of remembering and regret..."
then he took a drink from his bottle and went on.
he wasn't all that old. in fact not much older than me.
"is that how i'm going to wind up?" i asked myself. "did i see my future today?"
... it's something to think about now that alma is gone.
words: gus edwards ©2 010
image: jw miller © 2010
the wort project
wort stands for Writings On aRT. and that's literal; it's not writings about art or related to art. but handwritten words on top of images. the aim of the wort project is to get a handwritten interpretation of a visual image side by side.
i will be giving images to various people (not just writers, but people that i think will provide an interesting commentary or interpretation) and then posting them on this blog as they are completed (or maybe in progress).
i haven't fully worked out the format - whether the images will be black and white or color, ect.- but i hope to figure those things out along the way.
thanks for reading & watching.
-jw
i will be giving images to various people (not just writers, but people that i think will provide an interesting commentary or interpretation) and then posting them on this blog as they are completed (or maybe in progress).
i haven't fully worked out the format - whether the images will be black and white or color, ect.- but i hope to figure those things out along the way.
thanks for reading & watching.
-jw
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