I can’t because I don’t
13th January 2009Who is it that fills this space with noise, when no one else can see? All these special fuckers with something to say and you, armed with sugar-free gum, a wireless mouse, 47 minutes of free time exactly, and a brain filter the size and feel of that mahogany writing desk where I carved Fuck you, dad! - lovingly illustrated and with sterling punctuation.
All to be heard, and there’s no denying some are louder than others. And you there - in the far corner, by the escalator: what’s your deal? Rustle me up some of that good old life heartbeat and I’ll burst a vein and fellate you for the intimacy.
Talk to me, because I’ve forgotten how to be solid and still and I’m a mass of writhing tongues, pounding chests and even a handful of butterflies. Canary-yellow-butter-flies, fluttering sweetly in the acrid depths of my putrid bowel.
It’ll be so much fun!
14th January 2009 at 3:59 am
You have such a neat perspective. What you show, hide and make up swirl like a carousel, and I want on it.
14th January 2009 at 8:01 pm
Why Mr Smynde, are you flirting with me?
[I suppose it’s only fair to warn you that everyone leaps off this carousel puking eventually.]
;)
14th January 2009 at 10:49 pm
Can butterflies smell?
15th January 2009 at 11:50 am
I am curious about the title because it reminds me of something from my childhood, something my dad always came out with when I said I couldn’t do something: “Can’t means won’t.” I know he meant well but maybe that’s why both he coped and I cope so badly with growing old; I can’t do the things I used to do. Desire and determination don’t enter into it.
15th January 2009 at 8:11 pm
Clarissa: My you are a curious little thing.
Jim: Indeed, I was saying precisely what your father said, only in reverse. In my mind it was: ‘I can’t [stop] because I don’t [want to]’.
19th January 2009 at 3:33 pm
[I suppose it’s only fair to warn you that everyone leaps off this carousel puking eventually.]
Rad.
20th January 2009 at 12:48 pm
‘even a handful of butterflies’ - I’m learning that butterflies as a creative image can be used in so many weird and wonderful ways. Gone are the days when they were just a pretty pretty symbol.
20th January 2009 at 10:41 pm
Ty: Dude!
Jem: Butterflies are the cheapest quickest way to bring about the idea of that stomach feeling. I hate that though, that’s why I tried turning them on their pretty little heads. ;)
27th January 2009 at 2:46 am
thank you for canning and doing. I’m a terrible talker but i can listen a mean streak.