Happy Birthday to the Irish revolutionary and feminist activist, Maud Gonne! Born 21 December 1866 in Tongham, England, Gonne is perhaps best known for her turbulent "relationship" with poet William Butler Yeats, who penned much of his lyrical, romantic work with Gonne as his muse. Won over to the cause of Irish independence from British subjugation … Continue reading Breithlá Sona, Maud Gonne!
Yuck. I need to "Do Stuff" today But I would much rather lay in bed listening to music and reading stuff on the internet for hours on end "Do Stuff" Yuck. I wrote this "poem" as a text message to my more beautiful and intelligent half this morning as a description of my day and … Continue reading YUCK.
a sanguine tide sudden. flowing a cry- spirit of existence wet on ashen floor there is too much of me in you a shadow, consuming, prodigious profusions. time and life spun upon swallowed. and all directing towards and directed out the chase of this too-rushed speck all want just to Be. I chase for more … Continue reading volumetric displacement
“I hate slick and pretty things. I prefer mistakes and accidents. Which is why I like things like cuts and bruises - they're like little flowers. I've always said that if you have a name for something, like 'cut' or 'bruise,' people will automatically be disturbed by it. But when you see the same … Continue reading “It’s Dark Now…”: A Peculiar Day
Those people who have experienced some of The Ryan in person, or those who share vicariously in Our shenanigans through social networking from time to time (We love all y'all!), are generally aware that I am an unpredictable basket case, but mostly the cute, fun kind. Not always, but mostly... However, more recently and with increasing urgency, … Continue reading EXODUS: Let The Ryan GO!
I was fifteen the first time I left home. "Left home," that is, in the sense of it being the first time I left the place that had always been my home to go live somewhere else. The "somewhere else," in this case, wasn't far -- there was maybe a thirty minute drive between the … Continue reading Catacombs of The Ryan: The Lost Writings
a flash of crimson on the cliff-face a warning, take care danger abounds among the saguaro beneath the pulse of a brooding sun there is little room for mistakes in a place like this yet life abounds here at the roughly hewn edges of survival instincts bred of brutality then filed to precision by necessity … Continue reading a flash of crimson on the cliff face
"Writing in English is the most ingenious torture ever devised for sins committed in previous lives." -- James Joyce "You guys ever notice how burger joints in the fall always have that smell I finally discovered in my grandmother's house to mow the grass, so I'll catch up to fishing in the stream when I … Continue reading How The Ryan Writes, Part I: The Harangued Warrior
“Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent.” -- Victor Hugo Anyone who knows me for even a few hours is aware of how ingrained music is in my life. I wish I could say that I meant creating music, but that is another project, and perhaps a … Continue reading A Cobblestone Walkway of Broken Chords: Piecing Together Mine Own History of Music, Part I