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Comment on Jason Picks Up by Troped» Tags and Threads » A Red Balloon

Troped» Tags and Threads » A Red Balloon — Sat, 23 Jan 2010 01:06:00 +0000

[...] It takes a long time before the lone red balloon is gone from sight. In the end the mystery of its demise is left to the inaccuracy of the resolution of human vision. And, in time with the rise of trapped inert gas, the rusted roller coaster tracks have fallen over by another 1/1,000,000 of an inch. The ocean waves pound on the gritty Long Island shore in a white hiss, penetrating the low-register of his eardrums, and Gene feels any urge to action like a blob of spilled jelly on a slightly inclined table. He sits in his caravan, a space with seven seats, that contains the same kinetic energy as the fast food packages and leftovers on the passenger seat across from him. He scrounges around through the trash there to find his phone and dials up Jason Gunn. As hoped, Jason answers [...]

Comment on The Rock Star by Troped» Tags and Threads » Nibbling At the Mushroom

Troped» Tags and Threads » Nibbling At the Mushroom — Fri, 05 Sep 2008 16:08:28 +0000

[...] walls, he had decided it would be the biggest crowd he would ever play to. He thinks about the Rock Star, and he just wants to play, not turn into a machine. Travis wants to see his music in his [...]

Comment on Architect of Accident by Russellbits » Wordpress and Formatting Poetry

Russellbits » Wordpress and Formatting Poetry — Wed, 13 Aug 2008 21:50:17 +0000

[...] deal is, poetry has a lot of line breaks and sometimes the series of spaces (if your poetry is like mine) but the

tag is a span tag and so not really appropriate to use for the whole of a [...]

Comment on A Series of Tubes by dancing in the moonlight

dancing in the moonlight — Thu, 12 Jun 2008 00:20:29 +0000

Great song!

Comment on Eradicate You by C.

C. — Sun, 03 Feb 2008 14:56:21 +0000

Very nice.

Comment on The Encampment by Troped» Tags and Threads » Thirty Minutes to Pensacola

Troped» Tags and Threads » Thirty Minutes to Pensacola — Mon, 22 Oct 2007 06:44:10 +0000

[...] sitting in his seat aimlessly pulling the steering wheel to and fro, as a giant glowing animal with a million legs scuttles past. He looks to the right and sees that dark marsh passing him by, wondering about all the things [...]

Comment on That Irritatingly Sunny Day by Troped» Tags and Threads » Thirty Minutes to Pensacola

Troped» Tags and Threads » Thirty Minutes to Pensacola — Mon, 22 Oct 2007 06:38:14 +0000

[...] a priest to the religion of baseball. He played every day, ignorant of all else that was going on. 50 some-odd years on now, there was just this stupid beach that Ray wanted to watch the sun rise over. Fair enough, thought [...]

Comment on The Name On That Damn Bat by Troped» Tags and Threads » Thirty Minutes to Pensacola

Troped» Tags and Threads » Thirty Minutes to Pensacola — Mon, 22 Oct 2007 06:33:01 +0000

[...] Her goals lay elsewhere, and when his concern for the ball was gone, she became as meaningless as the name on that god damned bat he’d [...]

Comment on Yackyacks by Banapana » Blog Archive » There is No Aesthetic Anymore

Banapana » Blog Archive » There is No Aesthetic Anymore — Mon, 02 Apr 2007 16:49:49 +0000

[...] of “yearning” in my own work as an excercise to the reader. [back]They might be a cat for instance, or a city. [back]I’ve made this point a more thoroughly in Good Design is [...]

Comment on Macabre Pabulum by Banapana » Blog Archive » There is No Aesthetic Anymore

Banapana » Blog Archive » There is No Aesthetic Anymore — Mon, 02 Apr 2007 16:01:15 +0000

[...] I will leave the opinion of the existence of “yearning” in my own work as an excercise to the reader.]] can identify what constitutes art–real art! You can probably guess that it’s [...]