Right now I’m here make a pitch for my music.
With Eucharisto’s help I set up a Virb music page as Vy_sok_ets, which is Russian (I think) for “The tall one.” It’s one word spliced into three different parts. Thus far it is not me wailing on my guitar, but electronic Garage Band (from Apple).
Check me out.
I hope everyone has enjoyed the new-look silent shroud. There isn’t any less poetry here, but it is surrounded by political and soccer videos, with occasional references to baseball and Russia, and so forth.
With the political stuff, I am not trying to convert anybody to my views (which I really need to elaborate on), but to include other people’s expressions of what I am thinking. It is part of the silent shroud ethos, of “hearts emerging from their silent shrouds.” And this is a free place of expression, so when you disagree with me you can leave comments that express your point of view. It is part of being an “effective artist,” to be able to express oneself, romantically and politically. Obviously, I am not a political artist, but I don’t live in a hole in a ground, and I care about what’s happening to this country.
The soccer videos are fun to watch, if you think soccer is fun to watch, if you don’t care for them, that’s fine. I don’t mind.
If you’re here for the poetry, please be patient as I am working on a few poems that should be published at the end of the month.
About the contest: yes, I’ve received all of your lists, but I won’t publish them until my winter term is up. You can’t rush art, and so paper doll Edge won’t be ready until then.
And for all two of you who have sent me lists: I would encourage you to double-check your lists (if you still have them. If not, ask me for them via e-mail.) and make sure that if you said a member of a band, please change it from the individual member to the name of the band.
Also, there is a whole part of music history that has been left out, so I would encourage y’all to brush up on your punk and proto-punk.
I hope you have a great day, with your choice of raging liberals and Russian poets.
Today, on January something or other, the blog RPCBetc. was killed while playing Mafia. This is a sad death (no sound, no warning) as it was such a young blog. Sad as its demise is, it is perhaps fortunate to have perished at such a tender age, so it never had to grow old and bloated and die of chickenpox (a dangerous idea that almost makes sense).
The blog will live on in our hearts and you will still be able to go and reread all the old, wonderful posts (yeah right). But henceforth, Mariner agony, Blazer agony, Gooner love, posts about Russia that I never posted and political dogfights will now be put up on Silent Shroud.
Silent Shroud, does anyone care it still exists? I need the extra posts from RPCB to have more consistent posts. Also, I’m writing poetry less and less often. Scraps often come to my mind, but I cannot remember the last time I wrote any of it down. I hope to write more often, but some aspects of my poetic pursuits seem nothing more that verbal pacing while waiting for long-awaited emails.
I’m pretty busy, so it’s hard for me to blog. For the summer it was mostly practice so that writing and I wouldn’t become drifted-apart friends. I hope to soon go through my notebooks and find poems worthy for posting. But poetry lovers you will have to learn with sports on this page. Sports::Poetry::Religion::Politics::Russia::Whateverelse:: are all quite important to me, so I hope that they will learn to live in peace. Also I would like to write more original posts in Russian and English.
Thank you and Good night…
Cannibals and Thieves 