[ .all.the.little.things, in.passing. ]

[ .all.the.little.things,in.passing. ]

as I remember
all the little things
in passing
you said or say
all the hearts
in passing
you said or say
that we move on

avoiding another
lonely night
(in/out of bed)
as the ghost of you
trails through
the glistening records
(lp, ep, 45)

skipping at the beat
needles skipping
in the chest
been taken for a ride
all around the outside in
a deep history
in jazz and blue
cords and tones
strung in the heart
sounding in the mind

as I remember
all the little things
in passing
you said or say
all the hearts
in passing
you said or say
that we move on


© Bryan McLean May 22, 2010
058/100:2

Feedback #100DaysofPohems - Annual Project² #Poetry

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Feedback # 100 Days of Pohems - Annual Project²
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Hello to Everyone!


... First off

Much appreciated for everyone following me this year.

I know its a lot to follow every day sometimes, but its great if you even just swing by every so often to get a collection of new words.

We are a little over the half way mark. I'm still very excited about this (mostly because I know there is an end to the obligation and I will have more time for other work soon)

So far this year has been an interesting collection of well planned writing and last minute groggy experiments (the latter more the former), also things I've included like my graphic submission for 48hrmag (quite the exciting project to follow), some of my design, drawings, and photo notes. So overall this years work is going well.


... On to business (and tea!)

I'm looking for some brief feedback..

nothing fancy but anything you'd like to see more or less of,
things that work or don't work, elements you'd rather have more of?
general thoughts or impressions are wonderful

a bunch of one line suggestions really do help the nature of this project.
you can reply or just email me : lyinghere@gmail.com or reach me at contact.

... extra project notes

working at compiling last year and this year's work
into two compilations as e.poetry

bedtime for dƏmons - I've signed on another artist, animator Clint Madrid, to give me some dƏmon sketches and backgrounds, just to change up my style a bit. I enjoy my art and design, but I really want to work with other artists this year.

(1)ne Night Stand : memori, manipehsta, sketches, & living.
also have a few artists in mind to do some background work, either abstract paint/print work. we will see how things go this summer.

both of these will get wrapped up about mid-November I'm hoping.

Corbae will have some final cut launch soon. hoping to release soon but having some mixing blunders here and there. Also writing the acoustic album as we speak. its a long process all on your own, yet very fulfilling.


... wrap up

Once again everyone, thank you for your time, love, and feedback!
Wishing you a great summer as its coming on finally.

miss and love you all

Bryan Mc(Laine)
2010-05-22

[ .caught.on,fire. ]

[ .caught.on,fire. ]

desire, unquantifiable, in reflective purpose,
finds the rounding edges to their photo frames,
semi-fore faces, where hungry lies leave them lying here,
the curve of every line and lip, yet holding out till the accelerant goes,
the workings of every room goes off, burning and bringing every scrap to bear,
breath now caught, when they're finally in her exothermic grasp,
clasping to be free, it's pulling the atmosphere from lung and air,
pulling the head & heart closer, pushing out nothing
but the uncontrolled heat of bodies, now caught on fire.


© Bryan McLean May 21, 2010
057/100:2

[ .sinking,skin. ]

[ .sinking,skin. ]

we've sunk into our own thoughts our own hearts as the humming underfoot was reminiscent of the underworld, the highway transcription of mediocre temper3ence, we engage in, sunlit and drawn thin as we sink into our own hearts our own minds.


© Bryan McLean May 20, 2010
056/100:2

[ .at.night,we.bloom. ]

[ .at.night,we.bloom. ]

sounding pulls, like palms do, hands all over, every angle, as the siege begins, in the dark light, the night poised petals, flush with intensity, conical imprints, thumb prints, ever at the ready, all down the line, the grin and flash of teeth, knowing in their presence, as eyes do, eye up, all the near and nulling surfaces of skin,
pulls me closer still.


© Bryan McLean May 19, 2010
055/100:2

[ .the.hungry.earth.ii. ]

[ .the.hungry.earth.ii. ]

shattered glass underfoot, where it catches the edge of his heel, his longcoat soaked through, tattered, simple shelter finally, frayed through gloves push at a broken door, the wood worn threadbare, like his hollowed out heart, weary,
he lays down with the hungry earth.


© Bryan McLean May 18, 2010
054/100:2 ~dƏmons~'a.

[ .caught.on,film. ]

[ .caught.on,film. ]

swallow, all the sounds
sour static, eating at the
face, the sun-ward sky
turned upside down, water blue
running over, the new
near death policy, where stains
stay in place, grave coloured
coffee cup tombs, shatter on the ground
like falsetto gull cries, shutter shut
wingless, loveless longitudes
cutting the last lines, at the corners of eyes
one bottle too many, heedy answers
found at the bottom, of all the histories
dragging them back in, caught on film.


© Bryan McLean May 17, 2010
053/100:2

[ .drag. ]

[ .drag. ]

though my pulse is slow
our chests could race together
see which one of ours
might make the finish line first


© Bryan McLean May 16, 2010
052/100:2 短歌 tanka