Rewriting Parker

Love deludes.
Friends betray.
Joy eludes.
Jobs underpay.
Success evades.
Beloved pets die.
Depression invades.
You might as well die.

Dorothy Parker’s original brilliance:

Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren’t lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.

My Little Demons: the book

Due to the popularity of last year’s book, I decided to do another one for this year’s Christmas. It’s a lot bigger in size and content than the previous edition and has a hard cover. I’m also super pleased with the title.

It didn’t take nearly as long to put together since I made the decision to limit the content only to pieces written and pictures taken in 2012.

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Reflections on 2012

It turns out that 2012 was a pretty good year for me, despite the setback of losing my job. I did more traveling this year than I’d ever done in my life. I flew to California in February, visited London for the first time in June, and then flew to Oregon to visit my sister and stay with my dad. In between those big trips, I traveled to different parts of Sweden to meet with old friends and make new friends.

All these experiences were reflected in my creative output for 2012. I wrote a lot poetry and did a lot of paintings, the latter of which I usually ended up giving away as gifts. I was also invited to contribute at K Shawn Edgar’s collaborative poetry site, Carbon Noise Poetry.

If you’re just as curious as I was about what I was posting online, here it is, without further ado:

I wrote approximately 80 poems in 2012.

Rhyming pieces outnumbered free verse pieces three to one.

I posted twenty-five pieces at Carbon Noise Poetry, three of which were totally original to that site.

In addition to the poetry, I also posted about fifteen longer pieces, in which I discuss, analyse, or simply complain about things.

Finally, I posted nine pictures of paintings I’d done, though I actually painted a lot more than that.

Overall, I’m pretty happy with what I’ve written and created this year. Out of the dozens of poems I posted, there were quite a few pieces that I’m very happy with and proud to have written.

So goodbye, 2012. You gave me lots of stuff to write about. Here’s hoping 2013 will be just as inspirational.

Wilting in the Dark

Every year you say to yourself,
This year will be different.
I won’t let the darkness get to me.
But this darkness is not metaphorical.
It’s very real and very physical.
It surrounds you, oppresses you,
And you can only hold out for so long.
Eventually, it gets inside you.
It suffocates your sanity,
And smothers your joy.
You feel yourself withering away,
Like a sun-starved plant,
Wilting in the dark.

Neurotic Christmas

We have an uneasy, awkward,
Relationship with happiness.
As if Being Happy is wrong.
Offensive to those living
In poverty and despair.
Remember the Band Aid boys,
Guilt-tripping everyone,
For having a good time?
Oh, how could you? For shame!
For daring to enjoy Christmas,
When others are suffering?
If you’re not already
A miserable bastard,
You’ll surely be one,
By the end of this song.
Why, thanks guys.
I was about to have fun,
But you caught it just in time.