Poems Dark & Delirious: The Ten Thousand Curses Explained

The author makes an attempt to strike a heroic pose on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial

Poems Dark & Delirious presents:

The Ten Thousand Curses Explained

How I came to write “Clocks Stopped At A Strange And Savage Hour”

What could possibly have provoked such a dark & gnarly tome? Where did this thing come from? Is anyone even asking? Well, I'm asking!
I've been wanting to tell the whole story for a very long time anyway, and I've decided that this is the best place to do it. So in an upcoming series of blog posts I plan to tell the story of what caused this dark & unholy book to spring into existence. My poems are abstract, experimental, and weird, so I'm hoping to put them in context so that people can figure out what the hell I'm talking about!

Stay tuned for the first installment — coming up real soon!
~ Brian Spaeth

Milk-Tide Shudderings

Pulled magnetically down Nassau Street on an errand of antique persuasion.
Clockwork interior of an outmoded store that trembles in the arc-lit afternoon
Ripples along the gauze interior as decaying moments are sucked out of existence
And specks of light are visible through the weave
Walls fold in on themselves and lost routes are sealed-off along the
Pine-Tar Corridor
Fugitive colors run out before our troubled eyes—pulled magnetically back through Memory and electro-plate stampings.
An underground american and vaporous underground poems
A convalescent harbor at the bottom of a fleeting daydream
Eerie time-scapes and ripped-apart scenarios down along Squall Steet where it bisects Meridian
Electro-narcotic hum of Half-Light Street as time is pulled out and then
Blown down the hill of a convulsent Nassau Street.

Milk-tide shudderings at the bottom of a fugitive thought...