Wednesday, April 9, 2014

About the Author

He stared at blank pages
His heart ached to fill
With nothing inside him
He'd sadly turn away
Leave till tomorrow
What he could not do today

His dream far behind him
Too short and too sweet
The ones who shared it with him
Lost in miles and years
The sounds of their voices cherished
A simple song, a picture in his mind

He felt like he was falling
Away from all that's real
Every day more disconnected
The sudden dawning realization
That some things weren't anything at all as he believed them to be
And so they became new

He thought perhaps it was a period of transition
From Egypt to Canaan
It should have been exciting
But it only confused him
A distraction
Wouldn't go there alone

The last time his pen touched fresh paper
He almost told the world he was through
The future held but one glittering prize
He wanted the race to be done
He searched for words, forget the rhymes
To share these dismal depths

The last time his pen touched fresh paper
It lifted without a stroke
Left behind a dark period that stained through to the back
He stared into it's center, as it were an abyss
He recognized himself in it's void
Falling, he'll write no more

Saturday, April 5, 2014

MIKHAIL TANK - Expired Love

Well, I'd certainly be predisposed to think of Mikhail Tank's "Endless Love" as an unsuccessful stab at comedy except for one thing: the rest of the man's work. Not exactly a laugh riot. In fact there is a pretentiousness that threads it's way through his repertoire that can only be forgiven by taking into account his Russian heritage. He considers himself a performance artist. That explains it. Right? He's the creator of the world renowned (except in my part of the world apparantly) Darksoul Theatre and, as if that weren't enough, the entire "genre" of "Darksoul" performance art. Russia's a long long way away, that can be the only reason I'm clueless to all this. He even has his own page at IMDb, although I suspect that has much more to do with a shrewd sense of self-promotion than anything else. Anyway, here's a little something from Mikhail Tank. Maybe it's right up your alley.

File under: Mikhail Tank