Some pontifications. Some poems. Some prose. Short.

From my Twitter account:

-- The Beauty of the English Language is in its ambiguity.

-- English lesson: Anyway is not now nor has it ever been plural.

-- Note: "ANYWAYS, suck my dick" is not an acceptable retort to that last tweet.

Blaring self importance aside,

I just want to make a couple of statements regarding the world at large.

1. Democracy as word and ideal has been bandied about and misused and abused for ages.

2. Activism is selective in its methods, talking points, and execution. Most recent examples: Iran election/Racism in Northern Ireland. Soon to come: Honduran military coup d'état.

Poems/Prose:

"Drunk Punch Slovenly Bunch"

We didn't meet in seclusion, our hearts were open in hopeless homes wrecks and depressive stretches, the dregs and empty bottles, but normally we spoke of the loneliness that abides the sauce, the empty bottles an effect.

Sometimes the monitor is my only friend. The 'we' in question being my assumption of togetherness quite abstracted from an idea of indistinctiveness-- I never cared for detail, for those tiniest of ifs and buts that trailed an ellipsis in every deduction.
Glass to glass, I drink to thee, for thee shall never make utterance of a love for me.

I prefer this.

You and I, we think alike.
You and I, we carry a huge ego.

I can drink you under the table, however.

(2007)

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“Bitchslapping the Muse”

If she stops singing
and starts nagging
get to bitchslapping.

No.

I am not promoting violence toward women.
I am not promoting violence toward effeminate men.
I am not promoting violence.
I am promoting creative revolution.

The concept of the bitchslap in and of itself is humorous.
It evokes a comedic image.
If she stops singing
and starts flagging
...
wake her up with the beautiful words she used to wake you.

(2009)

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"I like it because it hurts you"

In Soho, London you can get any kind of girl you want for a price. The girl I got liked slapping the shit out of me. Her English was terrible. I only understood a scant few lines. She said, "I like it because it hurts you" a lot.

(2009)

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"The Photographer"

I hate posing for pictures. From the awkward positions, to the fake smiles, to pretending like I'm having a good time, the phoniness of event photography that drips slowly, annoyingly from nearly every photo makes me nauseous. The point of "capturing a moment" is as plain as the language used to describe it. You are "capturing a moment." There is no metaphor lurking between the letters or the words. When you "capture a moment," you don't choreograph it, you point and hit the shutter. If it looks like shit; having no symmetry or piss poor lighting, what you do with that photo is at your own discretion.

I have never discarded a single picture in all my years of photographing. So what (!) if someone laughs or looks away. They are communicating what most people communicate when being made to stand still in an unnatural position for a photo: "Don't you have enough pictures of people doing nothing?"

(2008)

All writing by Patrick Patterson-Carroll