February 2012
21 posts
Today I went and visited an orphanage in San Pedro Sula with a group of Americans. I went there thinking, I have really enjoyed taking pictures of the kids, and this will be such a great opportunity to continue doing so, and I am going to walk away from here with some great shots. We walked in and the first room we went to was for the children who were mentally disabled. They are kept in...
“you wear a thin disguise,
o, light within my brother’s eyes”
– Aaron Weiss
The world that we have built is like a theater, and in the front of the theater, there is a curtain. Looming in front of us. What is behind it? We wonder. We are far to busy to look behind it. We have to much to do. We have to sell tickets to the theater, to buy tickets, to clean up after the crowd, to go to and put on the little side shows, to play the games in the arcade, but no matter what we...
Once there was a boy. He was looking for an answer to the question that he did not know. He would give anything to know this. He is walking the path to finding it, when one day, a beautiful girl calls him off of it, and he goes to her. They lay together and find love. He forgets about the path, forgets about what he is looking for. He forgot where he was going and why, but still the path calls his...
12/25/11
So you have shipwrecked another sailor. “You anchored your hips in his eyes and brought him to port,” your port among the rocks and lonely waves crashing on the beach of your solitude. His body lays on this shore as your scream carries across the water, beckoning the lost sailors to you. All you wanted was for us to come to you, and when we did, risking our lives on the reef coming...
Reveal the Illusion. Show me what you have kept hidden, bring your secrets from their places in the darkness into the light. Let the light shine on everything, let it burn through us casting out the darkness from our hearts. What is this trick you have played, what is this play I am reading? Tell me what is real and I’ll know what is not, I’ll tell you how I feel. Let the light make...
“I was the basket, filled with holes.
And she was the...”
– Aaron Weiss
A waking dream that I had: I crumbled, crunched crisply in death. My bones brittle I faded like a dream. “That’s nice” I said. I then swam up though the womb of my death to the light so that i might see God. A mirror, reflected me at first, then changed into things that I cannot even begin to describe. The last two things are the only ones I can put words to: An eye, looking into...
The irony of fossil fuels is found in the societies who rely on them. The United States were built on the hard working, worn out backs of overworked slaves and underpaid immigrants. Today, our success rests on the backs of those dead mothers and fathers. Our mothers and fathers, for ours is a nation of immigrants. Our abundance is the fruit of their labor, their gift to us. Today we are no longer...
I truly wish that the English language had more sexless words for human beings.
So the rich man sees a poor man and says- you must need this thing that I have, for you are my brother, and if you do not need this thing, that would mean that I do not need it, and that it is only something I only desire it for myself. However I cannot imagine my life without this thing that I have, so you must need it. You do need it of course. It will be given to you, a gift, so that you may...
I do not know why people who kill themselves leave notes.
Let’s break our pride, tear down that tower on brick at a time. Take away that king’s bed so I can sleep among the soft ferns. Burn the throne so that I may be set free. Tear out the windows so that I can see clearly. Douse the fire, and let us dance under the stars to keep warm. Throw away our fine jewels so we can find wealth and reward. Shred our stylish clothes, for what is their...
January 2012
37 posts
I am a rich white boy. I am naive. How can I possibly say whether or not poverty is a bad thing? Yes it beats people. It destroys families, leaving the children in the gutter, the fathers in prison, and mothers on the street. It leaves tables empty and schoolyards quiet while the kids wash windows at stoplights or run with gangs in dark alleyways. There is blood spilling out onto the pavement...
Is that all I want, to know? Is knowing all that I want? I want to know, is that all? That all I want is knowing? Is knowing, all that i want? To know, is that all I want? I want knowing, is that all? Knowing all that all that I want.
words don’t mean what they mean
Dangerous is just a word for outside of our control. When something is dangerous or out of our control we build a fence around it, and when it is not something that we can build a fence around, we build fences around ourselves. Language itself is a frail attempt to control reality, for its purpose is to make sense of the madness that is reality . We cannot control something that we cannot make...
One day I climbed a mountain to watch the sun set alone. It was without a doubt the most beautiful sunset I have ever seen in my life. Afterwards, I wished that there had been someone to share it with, so time and time again I have taken people up that mountain to that spot in the woods where you can see perfect sunsets year round. I confess, I have been hoping to show them what I saw that night....
They dream of leaving home while planting seeds in the worn out tires that they have filled with earth.
I’ll leave my broken heart here, with you.
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I’m glad that you’re here with me,...
They both head their separate ways in the tattered morning light. They found themselves against the the blue and grey morning sky- each of them knowing that there is nothing for them in the place they are in, each of them knowing what they must do to leave that place. Each of them hesitating in the dull light. Dim though their sight may have been, their paths were felt with utmost certainty....
I will write you in. Both of you. All of you.
Today I saw this video about this boy with a heart condition. He cheated death four times. Once while he was walking down the hallway at school he collapsed. His heart stopped beating and he stopped breathing for three minutes. He remembers EMTs leaning over him, getting the shock pads ready, saying he had no pulse and was not breathing. He remembers lying in an endless white room, looking at the...
“don’t waste your lips on words ive heard before
kiss my tired head, and...”
– Aaron Weiss. mewithoutYou. Silencer.
I cannot even say how much this song means to me.
We are strangers, you and I.
