Walking In A Sound

Posted in Downloads, Music, Streaming Playlists by netscheri on August 23, 2008

Click on ‘Pop-Out Player’ to listen.

Modern, retro, energetic, upbeat, catchy (power)pop and rock from New Zealand and Brazil.

Download Links:
CSS – Alala
Cut Off Your Hands – Still Fond
Cut Off Your Hands – Oh Girl
Kingston – Good Good Feeling


Blunt, heavy-handed and not particularly elegant

Posted in Original, Poetry, Writing by netscheri on August 22, 2008

What kind of cruelty
Allows justice to be administered
Punishment to be meted out
By an arbitrary judge?

What kind of power
Is great enough
That it can give
One control over another
That it can be complete
Even when divided?

What kind of right
Is joined by
cruelty and power?

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A night image

Posted in Original, Prose, Writing by netscheri on August 18, 2008

He lies awake, spread flat by the sore, gnawing pain. If he had to describe it, he would say that it felt like his bones and muscles and marrow were all twisting, stretching and yearning- They feel like the growing pains the doctor diagnosed him with when he was 13 or 14. But he knows, in the core of his beating, beating heart, that this is something that is beyond a doctor’s white office. How do you describe the sensation of a body become an anachronism out of time? Or is it the mind that is the anachronism? He doesn’t know.

Is this love?

Posted in Original, Poetry, Writing by netscheri on August 17, 2008

stretched out along the shore
I think I love you I do I do
like murano glass I love you
blown out and stretched and shaped
by you
I love you.

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Two little poems

Posted in Original, Poetry, Writing by netscheri on August 11, 2008

Untitled haiku

in a brief respite
an uncertain child-like scrawl
miss you I miss you

Untitled freeverse

the walls the chairs
the air
know that there are
different kinds of absence
different kinds of permanence

know when permanence and absence entwine

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Posted in Original, Poetry, Writing by netscheri on August 11, 2008

Dear Sir, Madam
Please hold
A member of our staff will be with you shortly.

Good Evening.
Thank you for your submission.
However we are afraid that there is something
almost obscene
About your latest work.
We are afraid that we shall not be able to publish it.

We feel, that the presentation is
too stark
we are afraid, that there is a rawness
in the body of the piece
a sense of sinuous twisting
exposing a harshness a bleakness a brittle whiteness
or a pulsing singing
core –

– We believe
We sincerely believe
From necessity that this work is intrinsically,
Fundamentally incorrect.
We hope that you understand,
That we must be selective,
And until you strive to improve
We will not be able to continue.

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