Labels can be so tiresome.
The constructs of branding those by race, gender, mental ability, sexual orientation, religion, and other factors is sickening.
Why can’t there be a level playing field instead of a wobbly one.
Yes, I just referenced Tech N9ne.
I got to use one of my Christmas presents for this Katauta.
It’s the first one of the new year, so I might as well write a poem about it.
However, I prefer goals over resolutions.
I wasn’t able to post this earlier, but I still met my Wednesday deadline.
I was inspired by watching the documentary Big Boys Gone Bananas!* earlier and I wanted to write a katauta based on the film’s message.
Interestingly enough, one of my Christmas presents is shown in this video. I really need to put it to use.
Can you believe I did 40 of these poems already?
Mistakes can be a nuisance.
A miscommunication can cause things to go asunder.
History was written by the victors.
But these victors are sore winners in addition to being pathological liars.
I stood outside at 27 degrees in the Midwestern December to make this video. Oh, the things I do for my art. That hollowed and burnt out trunk represents this week’s katauta.
Can you believe it?
Exactly one year ago, I released my debut EP “Verses Vs. Anhedonia” to the world. Time has gone by way too fast here. This was my first foray into recording some poems and adding some avant-garde soundscapes with them. It was also the first time I’ve ever used my omnichord as an instrument for some of the tracks. Granted, this stuff isn’t the kind of music you’ll hear on Top 40 radio or commercials, but I hope you check it out for those who didn’t catch it the first time.
You can download it for free or you can pay what you want.
I want to thank Dave Emmerson from ZAP Records for distributing it worldwide and for formatting the liner notes of the album. Thanks for believing in my art, mate.
One year later, and I never thought I would continue with this avant-garde project.
Thank you all.
This was another quick one I came up with and I focused on independent artists from around. It’s a good thing I have a bunch of band buttons.
All vocals this time. It hurts when you’ve been painted as the enemy. I certainly get frustrated when people like me have their flaws maximized while others’ are minimized or excused.
I returned to my bongos despite how cliche it is to recite poetry over playing them. It makes me feel like a beatnik sometimes. Oh well. Perhaps a brief time signature change at some point could spice things up.