camidien (03/21/2017)
beneath a chiding veneer--beneath the toothy and fleshy laughter, there lies some terrible truth and absurdity as tired and twisted as the utterance of the oldest names of the oldest gods, and older still than our kind: a death as old as life.
lo, beneath that, the comedian quivers and shakes under the weight of sweat-soaked sheets -- the company of painkillers of every color -- he knows the shaking core of it all, the hysteric origin of why we all laugh
if i did not laugh
i would surely cry.
Stu Buck
Thu 30th Mar 2017 17:24
good to have you back zac (poetry in itself!), i enjoy your writings greatly, they always remind me of bands such as the mars volta, whose use of language as a sharp object, both in tone and in mouth-feel (that sounds pretentious but im sticking with it) always makes me feel something when i read it. as so often with your work, i feel i would most like to read it under the neon sign of a shitty motel at midnight, having drank a litre of scotch to get over a lost love.