by Jason T. Kocher August 15th, 2010 - Creative » Poetry »
private void sounds(everything) { newLines punch-card programs echoing extrapolating competing recursive calls boolean thoughts muffled lost in the arguments of concert halls fooling the void pulses of impulse a beat the mind can dance to and not another everySingleBreath.makingSense(); stop(); this.return(methodFunction); }
by Jason T. Kocher June 9th, 2009 - Culture » Sounds »
I caught wind earlier that day, June 9th 2009, that David Byrne was playing a free show as part of the Celebrate Brooklyn concert series in Prospect Park in Brooklyn. I thought to myself… “God Damn…I love him…” “I bet there’s gonna be god-awful hipsters everywhere…a sea of sucking humanity…one big coffin…” “And, of course, […]
by Jason T. Kocher December 2nd, 2008 - Creative » Poetry »
We is propped We IS Propped Up on Stick and Staple and Pedestal Stop We is up We IS Up Over on Propped, Stick and Several Mop Stuck Out of Sight Out of Mind Just… …Out… …of… …Sight… Girls and Boys Dressed in their appearance Cradles flickering in their grave