https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/category-1641-week-of-nbsp-03-09-09 en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Wed, 10 Jun 2026 19:40:50 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11074-loneliness https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11074-loneliness This is the story of the abdomen the long low cramp that bursts  like my imagination from my tongue. This is the borrowed pen, jotting tears like like poetry tapped from my veins bleeding blue onto thin pale skin. All of this, is the body of work that defines an endless yawping yawn that creates the chasm where our love should be. This is is us. Alone. 02/07/2009 Stephan Anstey Polly Wogs & Churlish Goofiness Sat, 05 Sep 2009 14:53:38 GMT /section-704-polly-wogs-churlish-goofiness#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11074 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11074 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11074 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11082-explaining-how-we-are-all-the-fillet-o-fish https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11082-explaining-how-we-are-all-the-fillet-o-fish the cold grey angst of morning hangs about him, the boat and her quiet music of rope and the massage of water against her waterline. He casts toward the thin reeds by the fog-blurred shore pauses, and deliberately starts to reel. i wait, and consider the bait. the veil of chill morning rests above me, the boat and her thundering music of foot and the message of water against her waterline. He reels toward the thing reeds of my fog-blurred logic pauses, and deliberately stars to cast i wait, and consider the bait. the lonely grey of morning hangs about him, the boat and her sobbing music of tether and the mess of water against hi cheeks. I bite hard the thin line under the fog-blurrred dream he sets, and deliberately starts to reel. i wait, and consider my fate. ... more Stephan Anstey Semi-Sweet & Chaulky Thu, 19 Mar 2009 05:31:51 GMT /section-665-semi-sweet-chaulky#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11082 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11082 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11082 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11084-denouement https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11084-denouement Stigmata Diabolic Mercieca, Andrew MosquitoBytes Volume 12: Rex Deus Ressurectio - 2008-2009 Sat, 14 Mar 2009 10:11:33 GMT /section-551-mosquitobytes-volume-12-rex-deus-ressurectio-2008-2009#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11084 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11084 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11084 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11081-escriva https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11081-escriva Diaphanous Heliotrope Mercieca, Andrew MosquitoBytes Volume 07: Irradiated mDNA Retrovirus - 2006 Wed, 11 Mar 2009 07:26:19 GMT /section-709-mosquitobytes-volume-07-irradiated-mdna#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11081 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11081 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11081 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11080-myocardial-infarction https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11080-myocardial-infarction Diaphanous Heliotrope Mercieca, Andrew MosquitoBytes Volume 07: Irradiated mDNA Retrovirus - 2006 Wed, 11 Mar 2009 07:25:18 GMT /section-709-mosquitobytes-volume-07-irradiated-mdna#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11080 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11080 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11080 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11079-cold https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11079-cold Diaphanous Heliotrope Mercieca, Andrew MosquitoBytes Volume 07: Irradiated mDNA Retrovirus - 2006 Wed, 11 Mar 2009 07:23:54 GMT /section-709-mosquitobytes-volume-07-irradiated-mdna#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11079 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11079 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11079 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11078-extort https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11078-extort Diaphanous Heliotrope Mercieca, Andrew MosquitoBytes Volume 07: Irradiated mDNA Retrovirus - 2006 Wed, 11 Mar 2009 07:22:20 GMT /section-709-mosquitobytes-volume-07-irradiated-mdna#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11078 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11078 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11078 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11077-intrude https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11077-intrude Diaphanous Heliotrope Mercieca, Andrew MosquitoBytes Volume 07: Irradiated mDNA Retrovirus - 2006 Wed, 11 Mar 2009 07:20:40 GMT /section-709-mosquitobytes-volume-07-irradiated-mdna#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11077 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11077 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11077 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11076-motions-emotions-and-watching-the-wasting-of-time https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11076-motions-emotions-and-watching-the-wasting-of-time The small trains ride into small cities The small people wait on the small platforms goodbye, they say goodbye, they reply All aboard. When the large trains come from the large cities The large people wait on the large platforms hello, they say hello, they reply All aboard. When the trains large and small arrive When the people large and small arrive I watch them walk by I watch them be strangers In a strange city. Later, late at night, when it is very cold  When the large trains turn on their lights goodnight, i think goodnight the strangers sleep The small trains ride into large strange cities The large strange people wait on the small platforms The large trains ride into small strange cities The small strange people wait on the large platforms they say, hello they say, goodbye I watch them all all aboard. I don't reply. ... more Stephan Anstey Dirges and other Tuneless Tunes Tue, 10 Mar 2009 20:55:36 GMT /section-705-dirges-and-other-tuneless-tunes#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11076 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11076 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11076 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11075-sound-track-for-a-romantic-sap https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11075-sound-track-for-a-romantic-sap life is short and so are we,  the night is long but can't you see,  everything will be okay  if you can just turn to me and say...  Love....Love and silly things  and love... and Love and all the joy it brings  and Love.... that's all i want to say to you.... Life is long and so so hard the day's are short for this lonely bard but everything will be okay if we can look at we and say... Love....Love and silly things  and love... and Love and all the joy it brings  and Love.... that's all i want to say to you.... Life is weird and so that's that the moon so skinny, the sun's so fat but everything's okay look at me my darling when I say... Love....Love and silly things  and love... and Love and all the joy it brings  and Love.... that's all i want to say to you.... i want to say I love you baby do you love me too  Love....Love and silly things  and love... and Love and all the joy it brings  and Love.... that's all i want to say to you.... i love you baby, and this love is true ... more Stephan Anstey Dirges and other Tuneless Tunes Tue, 10 Mar 2009 19:58:16 GMT /section-705-dirges-and-other-tuneless-tunes#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11075 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11075 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11075 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11072-the-silly-poem-for-leo-about-rape-abuse-and-death. https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11072-the-silly-poem-for-leo-about-rape-abuse-and-death. Leo told me to write a silly little poem about rape, abuse, and (of course) death something light and airy, that recounts the cracking of soul and bone celebrates the lost and the meek,  tastefully.  I smiled, because Leo is exactly the kind of kind man that one would never expect to write an angry poem about the darkness. Sure, I told him. Then my brain exploded neatly in the sink. The rattling of shards of skull was delicate, blood swirling like a carousel around the aluminum drain, and Leo sighed. The celebration over tastefully. I smiled, because I am almost that kind of kind corpse that anyone would ever expect to rot happily like a poem about the darkness. Leo told me how he is duality encumbered  with flesh. raped by the demons of a hard life abused and disabused by every fetid notion until a joyful death can save him from all of this like a latex dildo saves a virgin  tastefully. I smiled, because I love the kind of marmalade appeal of the kind of macabre joke so unexpected tender sweet and bitterly delivered. Sure, he told me, then he let my body collapse neatly on the floor. The potoatoey thud of flesh was benediction. Leo's demons flew away away into the murk of my dead pan release. Around us the mindless funk of nearly-dead gathered tastefully. I smiled, because I love the kind of story  of the kind of girl who picks exactly the home for the apparently slowly dying parent. Leo told me my poem wasn't silly enough  or about rape enough or about abuse enough or death. But he liked the way my soul cracked like knuckles and my bones where hidden in the eyeless potatoes of my flesh. And i wrote in the dildo tastefully. I smiled, because rigor mortis is the kind of kindness so intrinsic to my brand of corpse apparently tender and sweet, but really an angry poem. ... more Stephan Anstey Dirges and other Tuneless Tunes Tue, 10 Mar 2009 19:37:38 GMT /section-705-dirges-and-other-tuneless-tunes#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11072 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11072 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11072 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11071-un-speaking-passion-in-a-world-of-sheets https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11071-un-speaking-passion-in-a-world-of-sheets Whisper again, over and over, that you love me.  Though I can't hear, as you repeat, the rhythm becomes my heartbeat.  I know you, here, in the darkness where fingers touch, touch, run, fly, and sip soft flesh. I whisper, again, over and over, that i love you. Speak once, and hold the best of your kiss for later, when the urgency is raging purple and ready to explode - hot and honest, because no lies can live here. I know you, here, in the darkness where flesh burns, burns, shivers, cries and aches against fingers. I scream, once, into you. God, I love you. Now, it is the truth, silence alone speaks our names. ... more Stephan Anstey Semi-Sweet & Chaulky Tue, 10 Mar 2009 19:34:49 GMT /section-665-semi-sweet-chaulky#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11071 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11071 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11071 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11070-advice-to-a-skinny-dipper https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11070-advice-to-a-skinny-dipper We all have our demons, and we all have our hopes,  we all hang alone, our necks wrapped in ropes. We all find the ways  deep into graves and nothing behaves  clean so there's soap.  We all know the jots and we all see the tittles  and we all dream something wrong just a bit'll We all have our demons, and all have our death we all stand together as we suck our last breath We all lose our ways high into heaven and nothing behaves dear, please not yet We all know the notes and wall see the words and we all sleep alone just so we are heard We all have our demons, and we all have our hands We all pray together, but we don't understand We all find the ways besides our cold graves and nothing behaves clean like we planned. We all know the colors and we all hear the songs and we all dream of nothing, because we're all wrong. ... more Stephan Anstey Dirges and other Tuneless Tunes Tue, 10 Mar 2009 19:25:11 GMT /section-705-dirges-and-other-tuneless-tunes#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11070 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11070 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11070 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11064-sins-of-spring https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11064-sins-of-spring and winter was our mother dying as we came to every realization that nothing is the same and snowflakes were our daddy flying away from every sunrise breaking on every broken day and icy ponds were our brothers desperate to breathe just one gulp of air that's all that they need and winter was our mother gone but not forgot everything is melting is it not? and daddy's gone again like blizzard winds over brittle bones and secret sins and the boys are silent like the aftermath of snow every night 'til eternity that's all they know and winter was our mother dying as we came upon the green grass and knew she was insane yeah, winter was our mother dying as we came as we came ... more Stephan Anstey Naturally Tue, 10 Mar 2009 19:22:38 GMT /section-707-naturally#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11064 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11064 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11064 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11068-kitsch https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11068-kitsch and so i was thinking about a woman in a skimpy outfit riding on a polar bear which sounds sort of odd, and freakish and possibly psychotic. maybe sexual in exactly the wrong way to share with strangers or family, and that's when i thought of you. not in skimpy clothes for Christ's sake, or riding a damned sweaty polar bear in the Yukon, but laughing and remembering back to that time when we met, and how stupid it was maybe it was J. Geils stinking away with at heavy beat, or I don't know Led Zep - Barry Mannilow... and so I was thinking about that woman in that skimpy outfit riding that stupid bear and I laughed. I just laughed. ... more Stephan Anstey Polly Wogs & Churlish Goofiness Tue, 10 Mar 2009 19:21:13 GMT /section-704-polly-wogs-churlish-goofiness#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11068 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11068 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11068 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11066-a-muse-in-the-night-see-em https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11066-a-muse-in-the-night-see-em From high atop the rickety chairs the delicate shadows of a broom and of Barbara chasing a mouse around the table. The sound of almost breaking and a blur of eyes whirring around the exits. Displays, signs pointing, crazed light, and a scream. The hard hopeless dash of sin and skin across hardwood fur, tail, get out get out and then the hole truth of it all, in the moiling black around the moon.  She shatters a fragile sigh like lightbulb pop a spectacle a shimmer a seething flying hope for the stars and the discounted admission to certain knowledge Barbara, Barbara, breathe your soul is saved  your heart beats the mouse in the house is gone. Free at last Free at last Free at alst. ... more Stephan Anstey Dirges and other Tuneless Tunes Tue, 10 Mar 2009 19:15:27 GMT /section-705-dirges-and-other-tuneless-tunes#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11066 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11066 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11066