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Tag Archives: Andrew Whiting
In the Interim
To tide you over for the time between now and when I finally write something fully-formed again, here are some randomly selected jottings from my pocket notebook over the last month or two since my computer fell victim yet again … Continue reading
Posted in Bomb-ass Eloquent Shit, Notes, Uncategorized
Tagged Andrew Whiting, not dead, time, writing
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Stoner Haiku Returns
Structure helps when you Can’t find any words to say Just think in rhythm The oddest thing on Days like this has got to be Eating like normal Stagnating in plot Process, imagination and resolution Once shrouded in sleep Months … Continue reading
January 11th – Procrastinator’s New Year
I got a request for a sort of update on my outlook for the year, seeing as the year I last outlined was 2011, which is by now soundly in the books nearly everywhere, I’m sure. Already I’m sort of regretting … Continue reading
Posted in Bomb-ass Eloquent Shit, Personal Essay, Uncategorized
Tagged Andrew Whiting, lily pads, plans, read, upcoming year
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Unfinished
Idly dancing shapes like castles of shadows The mathematical derision creeping Early angled winter evening light Through gates interred like waves of Particles drifting to impossible locations Interaction undetectable without perturbation Crisscrossing lines to disturb elation Fluctuating in time despite … Continue reading
Posted in Poem, Poetry
Tagged Andrew Whiting, experiment, poem, poems, poetry, sketch, unfinished, writing
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Premier autoportrait
Shattering glass as a career choice no matter how much sex you get isn’t satisfying “Backfire” is the most perfect word I ever heard in my whole stupid short life It’s a frequent matter of debate if a fall or … Continue reading
Posted in Poem, Poetry
Tagged Andrew Whiting, big words, lassitude, poem, poems, poetry, read, self-portrait, sentiment, writing
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Misplaced Ruminations
[This is a timed writing exercise I had to do for some job I didn’t really want. It was an hour, and I took about fifty-two minutes to write it and only another six to proof-read so it’s a little … Continue reading
Posted in Analytical, Bomb-ass Eloquent Shit, Essay, Personal Essay, Uncategorized
Tagged Andrew Whiting, ego-boost, fake reviews of fake books, jobs, review, writing
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Words, like neoplasia
Sometimes words, like neoplasia Start as nothing but seemingly benign Mere irregularities in subject matter One wonders, marvels, baffles At how they could have seemed so hideous Such weak little worthless things Rolling off tongues like kisses Sweet and delicate … Continue reading