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Ruminations
Ian Brunner
Ian Brunner
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glimpse into how I see the world and how I see Farie. Once you
descend into that rabbit hole though, its hard to stop seeing the things
that prowl around, just outside of our vision. You might come back
changed.
Workshop the other students and I noticed that our poetry tended to be
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the pieces Ive created over time have a dialouge of their own with each
other. Ive always had an interest in Faerie stories. Early on, in fifth grade
I remember stumbling upon Tolkiens, The Fellowship of the Ring, and
Susan Coopers, The Dark is Rising Sequence. As I continued my
education Ive found myself stuck in the liminal space of faerie stories.
Liminal is a word meaning the space between two rituals. The easiest
way I can explain it is the two times between night and day. Dawn and
dusk. Farie stories always take place in these spots. Whether it be the
crossing of bridge, or the edge of a dark forest, these places mark the
boundry of our world and that of Faerie.
When I look at the world I see it as it is, but I also look for those
transitional spaces. That texting stop on the throughway might be an In
between place. Just as the stairs might be. In these spaces my
imagination can run wild. Sometimes it turns into a story. Other times it
becomes a poem. Here you can see a collection of my work that allows a
What
A
Waste.
Where do I
Like A Universe
Look next?
Im bigger inside than I appear.
I am feeling sepe
rate
from myself
Pushing out
and
infinitely
the world.
ButGrowingEverInwardly.
I used to be so
Spiritual
so vibrant.
Bilbo sang,
Home is behind,
the world ahead.
and there are
many
paths
to
tread.
I long to sail
Into The West.
I need to find
home again
But if I cant
find home here.
wards
NWES
Enough Of Me
True North?
I think far too much
about where Im going.
on cold mornings.
When the sun has not rose and the moon has not set
True North?
A gem
my heart
void.
which never
True North?
And then theres
my soul
which says
agrees
love is
what happens
has to say.
To make them
paying attention.
speak
I wonder If there is
a home?
Out there
We were
just two
explain love.
somewhere?
Or if there is even room for me,
here?
And simply
not
apart. We were
so full of holes
E
e.
g
f
Sharp Edges
nor am I a
machine.
A clockwork contraption
of moving pieces.
That will eventually
fail me
like all great heroes
whose swords
break.
I
am.
Machines fail
The true
but thoughts
face of my
thoughts.
I hope
last.
jutting angles.
The contradictions
and emotions
and not the lies
we tell ourselves.
I hope
that when you
brush against me
physically
emotionally
in writing
am a
or life
boy pretending to
I cut you
be an adult.
In Between Times
I prefer the
I prefer the
In between times.
In between times.
bleed through.
In between times.
I prefer the
In between times.
Because during these times
the world is so unnaturally
Still.
and be still.
so unnaturally still
almost as bitter as I am
and sit in my dining room
looking through the window to outside.
I prefer the
In between times.
Gray.
on the outside,
Mundane.
I am still.
But inside,
I am raging.
I prefer the
I can see
Magic,
Faeries,
Adventure.
In between times.
I want to know
what is more
broken.
The ground we
stand upon.
Or the
disconnected
going to
Hell
outside of myself
but the universe
that my cells make up
doesnt seem to care.
They know
that we are
creatures of
impossible
flesh and blood
time
quickly to
be held together
the lack of gravity
should rip
us apart.
The King
secrets.
or
I need to stop fantasizing about running away to some other life and start
figuring out the one I have. -Holly Black, The Darkest Part of the Forest
The Magician
He was a miracle of
moving parts,
a complicated thing,
will be found.
Among the tents
or in a pocket
a study in survival
lurking in the darkness
or in the mind.
I would not be surprised
to find a acorn
from Spielbergs Dryad
or to see a Katta
from far- off
Shapir
Is a bizarre echo
of Terra.
I Wonder,
Where adventure
Where
I,
was?
knee deep.
Just
it
You
and
London Below
Dark Matter
and
the feeling of
Waldeinsamkeiten.
the
gap
Unknown Entity
appeared,
atop the hill
with its deerlike body
and upside down canine head,
antlers growing which way?
It was then that I told you to run
from the fear that was no longer there
but still
I wonder,
I wonder.
Disconnected Narcissism
For the first time in my life,
when I ask God for something.
Pray,
even though I dont know if
It
is out there
real,
or even
listening.
I at least have someone else
to pray for.
When I look back on the
past couple of years.
I notice that Ive
lost a few friends.
I hope theyre
happy
moved on
or at least
at peace.
I dont know if there is
life after death
a Heaven,
or Hell
but I do know the
world
is much darker without them.
I was always in a
rush
to be
independent
but now Im at an age where
my friends,
are either dying
or
getting married.
and still
I feel alone.
I wonder if this
feeling,
is unique to me.
or do all
humans
feel this
disconnected?
Somehow,
even when I start out
thinking of others.
It always circles,
around back to
me.
true friend
Because when you make that kind of connection
whether it be a day
or years.
Parabatai
my
Nakama.
Parabatai
and
Nakama.
If I Had A Choice
If I had a choice,
or before sunrise.
in the air.
Not far off
Although there are wonders to be found
Faries dance
to eternity.
In the night
to their world.
a way.
I must admit,
if I had a choice,
I cannot lie.
Note the L
What is a practical
am now. I dont remember what age I was, but I do remember it was the
definition of Love?
Fourth of July. This particular Fourth of July was damp and dismal, so an uncle
2. Now Ive lived in the same house for twenty-three years. You can sit
on the porch, look straight ahead and see the lower yard that leads into the
woods. To the left and the right the rest of the twelve acres lay waiting. After
that fateful Fourth of July I would swear to you that I had seen Baba Yagas
hut among the trees from time to time. I believe that day is what led me to
spirituality.
3. Little me didnt think twice to question what I had seen. To a childs
But my friend
described it as
Any state I
wish to prolong.
Perhaps that is why
eyes the world is full of magic. Thats just a fact. A fact we as adults somehow
He and I
start to forget as we live our lives. Science tells us that there are three
dimensions and time but it also tells us that what we can see is less than five
with life.
percent of the matter that makes up the universe. So when someone tells me
that there isnt room for spirituality and science to exist side by side I just think
of that ninety-five percent. In fact the two are probably leading to the same
place.
I dont believe in
Love
4. The question remains to this day, did I see Baba Yagas hut among
but
the trees? I would argue both yes and no. When someone says God led me
I do believe in
down this path, I dont really see a difference from what my younger eyes
love.
saw. I dont believe the world is merely three dimensions and neither do they.
We all want to escape the box of three dimensions. There is something other
than what we can perceive and were all searching for that other. The trick is to
not lose the wonder of this world while wondering about the other.
Self
I have never really believed in the idea of a
Self.
I am so many broken parts of art Ive seen,
words Ive heard,
and lives Ive wanted.
I read for
magic,
adventure,
release.
But instead I just confuse my
Self.
more.
Who am I?
Who are you?
Are we all
one consciousness?
gods?
Experiencing reality?
Or are we individuals
rotting and dying?
Waiting for something
more
that will never come.
Either way it doesnt really matter.
Im sick of your problems and mine
but in the end it doesnt really matter
when,
we,
die.
New Miracles
Platonically Weird
Lovecraft wrote: The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear. And
Barren,
Dull,
and Gray.
Science
although,
but when I think about being born too late to explore the world
Perhaps,
new miracles.
and in a way
happy
Is to be
afraid.
A single blossom,
a color never seen before,
contrasting with the skeletal trees.
Weird at last,
weird at last.
God Almighty,
weird
at
last.