Autumn Leaves

The sun is over the hump and settling in at late angles. 

The third season is settling in after a day of rain. 

The autumn air seems to ignite more reminiscent memories. It must be the smell of dying leaves. The wind reminds myself of days tumbling down 'front yard hill.'

So with the exchange rate I bought rock climbing gear in American Dollars. Lucky to have some I guess. Harness and Shoes! Its great. 

Rock climbing is a creative process of interacting with nature, and also a physical sport. 

It's beautiful to lay on your back and look up on a rock wall and decide your day in this fashion. The season is beautiful. If each of our lives were as pure as nature, dying would be this beautiful also. 

Last weekend we climbed at Yeongsu Falls which is this beautiful rock cathedral with a waterfall at its center. Being the dry season the waterfall is just a trickle now. No matter, the lazy spray was a refreshing surprise on your forehead. 

The climbing community is great. Loads of Koreans and Foreigners from all over converging in nature. Camping. Jokes. The right way. 

This weekend we did artificial outdoor walls in Tong Yeong and just today in San Cheong. Its great. I've never felt better honestly. Spending time with good people outdoors. 

This coming weekend there is a big gathering up country in the East among the KOTR community for halloween. You have to dress up and climb in your costume. It will be one of the last outdoor climbs of the season so I'm looking forward to it.  Obviously you need to think practical. I'm planning on being "Fan Death." Fan Death is a Korean myth (widely understood as fact) about sleeping with a fan in the room and dying of asphyxia.  I think ill just paint my death face and string a fan around my throat. 

Enjoying this exercise and discipline. Getting out of my town and bar scene. The people I love of course, but no offense, starting to feel like a weekly high school reunion. Sunday, October 26, 2008

Story, food, chapbook

I'm writing a short story. Started last weekend. When I finished the initial writing, it was 4751 words. It's currently 4373. I started writing it by recounting a hiking trip I took with a friend. I changed my friend's and my own names to Chet Atkins, or Chet, and Huddie Williams Ledbetter, or Leadbelly. This is to help make it fiction, also a copy 'technique' from Tao Lin's Haley Joel Osment and Dakota Fanning. The characters hike two high peaks of the Adirondacks. I enjoy working on it. I don't feel the story is fictional, yet. When I'm not near the story, I think 'the story has the same tinge of blurriness as all my 'writing'.' This thought is negative. After I force myself to work on it, or after I read a few sentences of the open file, I start changing little things and then, soon, I've combed through a few paragraphs and I feel 'better.'

I've been listening to Felice Brothers FRANKIE'S GUN, WONDERFUL LIFE; Lil Wayne, GO DJ; Cave Singers, HELEN, The Grateful Dead, BLACK PETER...and more I fail to list. I'm drinking Abita Raspberry Wheat Brew - during regular life and while working on the story and other writing things.

I ate some left over pasta five minutes ago, candy as I left work, 3 slices during work, salad with avocado when I got to work, RiceCrispie treat when I got to work, an apple on the way to work, and spinach after I took a shower when I woke up.

WORK SUCKED TODAY

I still want to create a print thing. I think it'd be fun.
No submissions so far, PATHETIC.

This blackness needs some poetic justice.

Poor jaws battle with blood lust.

Given all that you can be

It's still not as much...

...as something free. 

 

The Farside (chapbook)

i'm making a print version with stuff similar to what's on this blog.

e-mail submissions to miles.mjr@gmail dot com.

i think the acceptance rate will be like 75% because i'm predicting a very low number of submissions.



i don't know when it will come out. the first issue will be free. it may be the one and only issue.

i'll post again when i have the file of the chapbook prepared for print.

this is just a call for submissions.

You Can Vote Nader in '08

Somewhere in the French Alps

My avenger has been accused of treason.
I was enacting revenge against myself.
Now, I’m sort of happy.
- Or, at one time in the recent past I was happy
About something -
So, the revenge has not been affective.
It was declared that

I must remain indifferent, ‘at all costs’.

The legacy of happiness leaves an expanding darkness

which the system struggles to sustain within.
This treason has caused irreparable damage,
Continues to cause damage to future operations.
To survive the person inside me has seized control
Of most of the body, and is laying
Claim to a peaceful and orderly empire.

An order has been extende by him,
after some controversy, to execute the traitor.
It was predicted that further violence would
Perpetuate disruption to the system.
Well, now, the traitor is gone and that predicted violence

soaks the sinew of the vessel in an eerie wake.
The ‘dead happiness’ will rest in peace and memory,
And be revered as the greatest defender of the
Soul that has functioned as part of this system.
In counter-action and memorial

a supreme rule resides over the body.
It is a time of reverie and glory, the sun shines
on the body. The stars are brightest in it's night.

It is  a different era of the body.
One of complete order and supreme rule.
The ruler rests in his thrown, tears drying on his face.
He softly enters the dream world.
An angel speaks to him.
“The body must be concord again,
a threat sieges the bodies appendages. Send your noblest
soldiers, or you are not the purest soul to live.”