yesterday, i met some of the cast from heroes, notably sylar, ando, and micah. it was a pretty entertaining experience. the writer, comic artist, and a new cast member were there as well.
finding cheap food around new york city is finding hidden treasure. it seems you can't get a meal here under 5 bucks... unless you're in chinatown. very nice!
24.
your voice
could cure cancer
had they not been behind train doors
they could perfectly align the universe
immobilize the world's toughest armies
and powerful men would finally understand the meaning of humanity
children would no longer live in fear of boogie men
because you
could syncopate their breaths
and vaporize their bodies
into a string of paper cranes
ready to take flight over mine fields
dropping seventeen syllables of itself
woo hidden mines
and romance them into trees
for fatherless children to climb
so they could know what it is like
to pierce the empty skyline with laughter
25.
to the local subway emcee
i salute you
for understanding your own greatness
showcased in your public apollo performances
of headphone rap songs made vocal
i salute you
for understanding our daily ailments
from carpel tunnel desk work
can only be cured by off key productions
of your favorite songs
administered on
overcrowded rush hour subway cars
i salute you
for the wealth of your work
because smiles light up
in the minds of others
too afraid to show it
they hide it in discontented brows
under heaving sighs
but in their green stares
its a yearning they feel
for your ability to command wall street crowds
to liberate their spirits
dipped in beautiful memories
of a quieter place
i salute you
for doing things we all only dream of
without a care in the world
bhurin
playlist:
thelonious monk - the columbia years
thrice alchemy index studio videos
battles - mirrored
boris - pink
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Friday, August 24, 2007
hungry hungry hungry
so yesterday i stopped by the stella adler studio of acting. i was nervously sweating cold bullets, as they had me stop by for an interview. turns out, it was just an informal meeting with the registrar to see if we were a good match for their workshop. i'll hopefully be starting classes in a few weeks.
22.
my anticipation rests
on the precipice of bubbles
sweating graffiti dreams
along the back of my neck
my wallet is panting harder
than a labrador in the thick of summer
and free dinners are a treasure
in true romance of friendships
23.
a yellow guitar pick stares at me from the floor of a street side cafe
it seemed to have lost its way
from worn guitar cases
and empty pockets of musicians
but the local hipsters don't seem to care much
their minds forging new ways in trends and bargain bins
packed with cigarettes and chucks
and every other person here
could pass as morrissey
when the smiths were still a band
each carrying a toxic air
behind headbands and thick framed glasses
but we know better than to judge
because each one of us is just like each one of them
reflections of thoughts and dogmas
fuming from complex commercial atmospheres
feigning deafness
in the presence of you and me alike
as if we don't care at all
bhurin
playlist:
bouncing souls - maniacal laughter
mogwai - mr. beast
mouth of the architect - time and withering
22.
my anticipation rests
on the precipice of bubbles
sweating graffiti dreams
along the back of my neck
my wallet is panting harder
than a labrador in the thick of summer
and free dinners are a treasure
in true romance of friendships
23.
a yellow guitar pick stares at me from the floor of a street side cafe
it seemed to have lost its way
from worn guitar cases
and empty pockets of musicians
but the local hipsters don't seem to care much
their minds forging new ways in trends and bargain bins
packed with cigarettes and chucks
and every other person here
could pass as morrissey
when the smiths were still a band
each carrying a toxic air
behind headbands and thick framed glasses
but we know better than to judge
because each one of us is just like each one of them
reflections of thoughts and dogmas
fuming from complex commercial atmospheres
feigning deafness
in the presence of you and me alike
as if we don't care at all
bhurin
playlist:
bouncing souls - maniacal laughter
mogwai - mr. beast
mouth of the architect - time and withering
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
LA burrito
walked around williamsburg today after traveling a total of 3 hours to and from the bronx for an interview. nice people, but the daily commute will be killer.
21.
there's something visceral and unpolluted in warm tortillas
a network of modal train stations
spray painted on the walls of each four chambers
that arrive not a minute late
a sea of tofu and bacon collide
marking white t-shirts
an empty canvas for fashion nightmares
orange tangerine soda bottles pop and lock on my table
as a pitcher of horchata leans on a broken counter top
and waits for the picadillo to catch the next flight home
egg yolks late for track meets
walk sideways over foil
past the mountains of red beans steaming in preemptive salsa volcanoes
rupturing from shifting ceramic plates and attacking plastic butter knives
under full moons of metallic grins
that are hungry for this meals evening harvest
bhurin
playlist:
four tet - rounds
tegan and sara - so jealous
21.
there's something visceral and unpolluted in warm tortillas
a network of modal train stations
spray painted on the walls of each four chambers
that arrive not a minute late
a sea of tofu and bacon collide
marking white t-shirts
an empty canvas for fashion nightmares
orange tangerine soda bottles pop and lock on my table
as a pitcher of horchata leans on a broken counter top
and waits for the picadillo to catch the next flight home
egg yolks late for track meets
walk sideways over foil
past the mountains of red beans steaming in preemptive salsa volcanoes
rupturing from shifting ceramic plates and attacking plastic butter knives
under full moons of metallic grins
that are hungry for this meals evening harvest
bhurin
playlist:
four tet - rounds
tegan and sara - so jealous
Monday, August 20, 2007
grocery stores and laundromats
20.
we travel slower with constants by our side
unknown to us all rests a giant
gently breathing in anticipation
and curled so it fits into our hearts
there's nothing to fear as long as he's there
breathing, dreaming, wandering
always searching
like a patrol of summer children surveying busy streets
they make noise and watch walls come crashing down onto glass ceilings
with lungs and legs to chase after
mirages of ice cream trucks and secret hand shakes
outside this window
away from tumbling laundromats
the new york skyline offers me wings to stand on
to catch lightning bugs in the park
swallow them
and watch my belly burn bright
an incandescent glow
a hunger for longer subway rides home
and shorter walks to bodegas
this morning my feet spoke to me
as i lay there half awake
we're each armed with more than we will ever know they said to me
lately, i've been missing mexican food dearly. so for dinner i visited the local mexican corner deli that is no more than 20 yards from my front doorstep. i am proud to say that they will have my business and support in future bushwick dining experiences. i ordered a delicious torta with milanesa de pollo. i think tomorrow i will try their al pastor taco and maybe, just maybe, will try to order it with the very limited conversational spanish i know.
i hauled a week's worth of laundry to the laundromat a couple blocks away. don't underestimate the weight of dirty laundry.
bhurin
playlist:
minus the bear - planet of ice
four tet - rounds
engine down - engine down
jeff buckley - grace
we travel slower with constants by our side
unknown to us all rests a giant
gently breathing in anticipation
and curled so it fits into our hearts
there's nothing to fear as long as he's there
breathing, dreaming, wandering
always searching
like a patrol of summer children surveying busy streets
they make noise and watch walls come crashing down onto glass ceilings
with lungs and legs to chase after
mirages of ice cream trucks and secret hand shakes
outside this window
away from tumbling laundromats
the new york skyline offers me wings to stand on
to catch lightning bugs in the park
swallow them
and watch my belly burn bright
an incandescent glow
a hunger for longer subway rides home
and shorter walks to bodegas
this morning my feet spoke to me
as i lay there half awake
we're each armed with more than we will ever know they said to me
lately, i've been missing mexican food dearly. so for dinner i visited the local mexican corner deli that is no more than 20 yards from my front doorstep. i am proud to say that they will have my business and support in future bushwick dining experiences. i ordered a delicious torta with milanesa de pollo. i think tomorrow i will try their al pastor taco and maybe, just maybe, will try to order it with the very limited conversational spanish i know.
i hauled a week's worth of laundry to the laundromat a couple blocks away. don't underestimate the weight of dirty laundry.
bhurin
playlist:
minus the bear - planet of ice
four tet - rounds
engine down - engine down
jeff buckley - grace
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
the locals stop by to say welcome
the night i arrived, the locals decided to put on a show to welcome me to their hood. unfortunately, i slept through the festivities, but my roommate managed to capture the event in its entirety.
on sunday morning at 3am, there is commotion from the streets outside our window. 2 cops with batons stand beating the sin out of a man while a woman is screaming hysterically with no regards to the sleeping neighbors. immediately afterwards, an unmarked black van flies in and comes to a screeching halt. 2 enormous men, who look like their diet consisted solely of red meat and little children, jump out, armed with blunt beat sticks and arms the size of tree trunks. they dove head first into the mess and joined the cops.
"that's what you get! that's what you (expletive) get!" screamed the enormous men as their beat sticks ravaged what's left of their targeted man. i found out later that they were undercover cops who played very convincing roles of scary new york thugs.
soon, our street is packed with patrol cars and officers. after the celebratory welcome beating fizzled out, the cops tazed the man for good measure, arrested him, and placed him in the back of a patrol car. we all hope he goes to a better place than where he was 15 minutes ago under a rainstorm of batons.
bhurin
playlist:
rilo kiley - more adventurous
the nightwatchman - one man revolution
these arms are snakes - easter
on sunday morning at 3am, there is commotion from the streets outside our window. 2 cops with batons stand beating the sin out of a man while a woman is screaming hysterically with no regards to the sleeping neighbors. immediately afterwards, an unmarked black van flies in and comes to a screeching halt. 2 enormous men, who look like their diet consisted solely of red meat and little children, jump out, armed with blunt beat sticks and arms the size of tree trunks. they dove head first into the mess and joined the cops.
"that's what you get! that's what you (expletive) get!" screamed the enormous men as their beat sticks ravaged what's left of their targeted man. i found out later that they were undercover cops who played very convincing roles of scary new york thugs.
soon, our street is packed with patrol cars and officers. after the celebratory welcome beating fizzled out, the cops tazed the man for good measure, arrested him, and placed him in the back of a patrol car. we all hope he goes to a better place than where he was 15 minutes ago under a rainstorm of batons.
bhurin
playlist:
rilo kiley - more adventurous
the nightwatchman - one man revolution
these arms are snakes - easter
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Saturday, August 04, 2007
and now for some more
listen to the sounds of memory by sekou.
more recent ones.
17.
safely hidden in a shoe box
alongside postcards and letters
from crushes they never knew
a message you've kept
preserved bodies
filled with picture perfect memories
that never took place
18.
empty wine glasses
and fresh laundry tumbling on new quarters
we stare at the floor when we have nothing to say
you play with your hair
and watch me shuffle my legs from beneath me
how fast we must've grown
but still things never change
too afraid of what might become of it all
so we pretend
like toy soldiers
and plastic dolls
we stare
and wait
for chance to explain
our aching ribcage
19.
you make me sick
i'm at your mercy
every time you call
a simple task becomes terrorizing
and each time
you breathe fiery tales
have you no mercy
as persistant as a spoiled two year old
you call me out
out of the depths of my sleep
so that i can negotiate myself
from the foot of the bed
to the toilet bowl
you chip porcelain
like water pressure treatments
but be warned
i've found a new hope
like a prince from a desert planet
quickly ushered into heroic adulthood
these small pills
and pink potions
i lay my faith in it
i hate diarrhea
bhurin
playist:
the impossibles - return
more recent ones.
17.
safely hidden in a shoe box
alongside postcards and letters
from crushes they never knew
a message you've kept
preserved bodies
filled with picture perfect memories
that never took place
18.
empty wine glasses
and fresh laundry tumbling on new quarters
we stare at the floor when we have nothing to say
you play with your hair
and watch me shuffle my legs from beneath me
how fast we must've grown
but still things never change
too afraid of what might become of it all
so we pretend
like toy soldiers
and plastic dolls
we stare
and wait
for chance to explain
our aching ribcage
19.
you make me sick
i'm at your mercy
every time you call
a simple task becomes terrorizing
and each time
you breathe fiery tales
have you no mercy
as persistant as a spoiled two year old
you call me out
out of the depths of my sleep
so that i can negotiate myself
from the foot of the bed
to the toilet bowl
you chip porcelain
like water pressure treatments
but be warned
i've found a new hope
like a prince from a desert planet
quickly ushered into heroic adulthood
these small pills
and pink potions
i lay my faith in it
i hate diarrhea
bhurin
playist:
the impossibles - return
Thursday, August 02, 2007
the sounds of memory
Sekou Sundiata, 1948-2007.
Excerpt from the 51st Dream State by Sekou Sundiata.
What if we were Life
Or Liberty
Or the Pursuit of something new?
Between the rocks below
and the stars above
What if we were composed by Love?
And what if we could show
that what we dream
is deeper than what we know?
Suppose if something does not live
in the world
that we long to see
then we make it ourselves
as we want it to be
What if we are Life
Or Liberty
and the Pursuit of something new?
And suppose the beautiful answer
asks the more beautiful question,
Why don’t we get our hopes up too high?
Why don’t we get our hopes up too high?
High!
Excerpt from the 51st Dream State by Sekou Sundiata.
What if we were Life
Or Liberty
Or the Pursuit of something new?
Between the rocks below
and the stars above
What if we were composed by Love?
And what if we could show
that what we dream
is deeper than what we know?
Suppose if something does not live
in the world
that we long to see
then we make it ourselves
as we want it to be
What if we are Life
Or Liberty
and the Pursuit of something new?
And suppose the beautiful answer
asks the more beautiful question,
Why don’t we get our hopes up too high?
Why don’t we get our hopes up too high?
High!
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
a long long time ago
from an old dusty notebook.
15.
waltzing undercover
trampling hearts in disguise
it breeds to be seen
because I swear
you can dissect it
no need for undiscovered recognition
twisted by design
slanted perpetually
by foreign eyes
because it waits
to be exposed naked
like the truth it be seen
and just between you and me
i used to be the one
who flaked it off with uncertainty
but certainly you see
it creeps slow
until we can smell it in our palms
sweating lies
before we can read between the lines
16.
this is for my grandfather
a poet
from china
to thailand
to america
he spoke
his early morning exercises
in spotlights of yellow sun rays
penetrating window glass ceilings
he danced rhythm with words
and pushed rhymes with his brush
that moved to the souls of his feet
traveling halfway across the world
in a page
he spoke to soothe the coils
in his fist
that became soundtracks
for the unconducted and noteless
bhurin
playlist:
chuck ragan - los feliz
fugazi - end hits
15.
waltzing undercover
trampling hearts in disguise
it breeds to be seen
because I swear
you can dissect it
no need for undiscovered recognition
twisted by design
slanted perpetually
by foreign eyes
because it waits
to be exposed naked
like the truth it be seen
and just between you and me
i used to be the one
who flaked it off with uncertainty
but certainly you see
it creeps slow
until we can smell it in our palms
sweating lies
before we can read between the lines
16.
this is for my grandfather
a poet
from china
to thailand
to america
he spoke
his early morning exercises
in spotlights of yellow sun rays
penetrating window glass ceilings
he danced rhythm with words
and pushed rhymes with his brush
that moved to the souls of his feet
traveling halfway across the world
in a page
he spoke to soothe the coils
in his fist
that became soundtracks
for the unconducted and noteless
bhurin
playlist:
chuck ragan - los feliz
fugazi - end hits
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