By baruk on February 28, 2013
i dreamt you died i dreamt you died with the bitter still in your teeth i dreamt you died with the bitter still in your teeth and the slightly rancid smell of your futility filling the spaces and the spaces between the spaces i dreamt you died with the bitter still in your teeth and […]
By baruk on March 5, 2012
i constantly think about death. i wonder what it would feel like to be dead, and the different ways i might go. when ecstatic, it seems good to die at the height of one’s joy. when in the dumps, death seems a release. this is a bit of an improvement, actually…i used to wonder what […]
By baruk on May 10, 2011
There’s something inherently beautiful about rust. It is a vivid reminder that nothing we make will last forever – not our great machines nor our many fences. It may take a million years, but in the end, green leaves and sea water take it all back. We will all die, and others will stand where […]
By baruk on April 22, 2011
commit your mortal dreams to that undying flame, and scream. the rabid angel’s song is fading on the rise… the eyes, the eyes! soaked in washed out wrung, and hung to die. NOTE: this is a tidied-up version of crucified, probably written around 1993.
By baruk on March 15, 2011
i asked a friend how his family were doing after the japan quake+tsunami, and he said his father was “being quite buddhist about it“; calm and stoic, acknowledging that we are all to die sooner or later. and why not? all of us have ways of coping with the great unknown that is death. from […]
By baruk on February 11, 2011
(go here for the full poem, here to read about my favourite sunset) i’ve always loved sunsets, though it is only lately that i have a sea to go with it. sunsets (and the sea) have always been a reminder that my life means little in the larger scheme of things, that “men may come […]
By baruk on January 19, 2010
big black hill tall white tree long rope- now brown, now red.