Post September 21, 2011, 11:26:02 AM

As the Vortex Goes by Richard Tornello

I suppose I enjoy reading poetry from this particular bag of Quark Based Matter because I have the same kind of melancholy. Smashing Pumkins - and the Infinate Sadness. Without devoting our lives to this myth or theater of gods - what is left? What is one man's life compared to the summer of a star? Write on, my melancholy friend, right on.
Since the house is on fire - at least let us warm ourselves.