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Dispatches From the Fringe

jokes are grievances

this some kinda fuckin joke?
too many voices
fighting for control
neglecting to remind the masses
what theyre fightin for
give the average joe a minute
to save himself a god damn dime
youd think from listening to the loud mouthed
mouth breathers knuckle draggers
half-breeds and piss-soaked beggars
Might be a mighty fine time to let up on the notion of holier than thou
instead to each his own bow
who among yall dont have no know how
dont act like i dont see you hustlin hard now
and then again i transcend and begin again pondering when
such peasants as we couldnt get even a single loaf for free
so take your sorry and sodden
all too quickly forgotten
that in the long lived hostorically rotten
things this decent have rarely been gotten



Written by Ryan Georgioff

February 25, 2018 at 10:22 pm

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I was reading an old book review back from 2010 about a biography of Ken Kesey called Acid Christ and was struck by Kesey’s apparent realization late in life that perhaps he had made a mistake by not writing more, by not insisting on a daily writing regimen.

No doubt there is artistry to be had in life generally and we can pursue mastery of the craft of living as much as in a medium such as literature, music, painting, and the like. He must have had good reason for thinking this about his own pursuit, and as I am still a young man not yet burned out (although perhaps cynical beyond my years) I should pay attention when an elder of his stature makes comments of such poignancy.

My typical excuse is that there is nothing worth writing about. How could this possibly be so? There are a miliion things, a billion, trillion or more things to be discussed if I were to set my mind to it.

Last year I made a dubious maneuver to leave Alaska and return to college at Evergreen in Olympia, WA. I found the transition to be incredibly difficult and not the least because I was suddenly expected to write and share my writing again. There had been no coercion for many years, not that this word — coercion — is entirely appropriate, but there was a kind of threat behind the task: to fail to submit proof of learning is to court failure and indeed I found myself last summer having flunked my course and having submitted not a single assignment.

This curiosity is itself grounds for many words and indeed I hope to unpack some of the reasoning for my actions in the days to come. Perhaps by telling my story to myself (and you, apparently) I will have a better idea of what happened and why.

I have barely scratched the surface but typing in this browser box is laggy and annoying and I think maybe I’m going to see what live music is playing downtown tonight. Happy Friday, I guess.

Written by Ryan Georgioff

April 29, 2016 at 9:03 pm

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Summer of Samizdat

Somehow I was roped into giving away my secrets. Hard to say who I was protecting exactly. What I knew for certain was that I had better take care with my expressions.

It’s not my core nature to be so removed from the society surrounding me. Recently I have been forced to conclude that there is nothing so sacred as the truth. If the only way to honor this is by being honest about my own experiences, expecting nothing, that is how I will respond.

I have walked a thin line between worlds. The truth of my blood is an uncertain reality, and I have been thoroughly conditioned by a number of systems beyond my normal comprehension. I have few confidences anymore.

This is a troubling way to be. There must be more, my mind postulates. It is no pure hypothetical; my senses have shown me the door. And each attempt at finding objects of focus within the strange landscape leaves me less certain than before.

What hope I have I cannot explain. Perhaps I am unwilling to give them, whoever ‘they’ are, the satisfaction of control. Perhaps there is a need for an occasional wrench in the gears.

You know what?

Written by Ryan Georgioff

March 31, 2015 at 4:16 pm

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“Blind Art Collector” EP!

“Blind Art Collector” EP!

Put so much energy into this, I feel like I need to get it out there!

Written by Ryan Georgioff

January 1, 2013 at 5:12 pm

Quote, Unquote

You ever wonder whether “Barack Obama” really exists? I mean, sure there’s a guy with those facial features, that voice, who is occupying that particular office. But who really is Barry? He’s no doubt one guy to his family, another to his cabinet, and something wholly different to the broadest demographic, “the people.”

The fabricated persona that “defeated” McCain at the polls nearly four years ago is not the guy that’s been running the show, not the hardballer and crusader that we skeptically voted for. There’s little motivation to vote this November, everything Occupy aside.

Written by Ryan Georgioff

May 31, 2012 at 1:05 pm

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Papa — 1/15/2012


Papa always said:
“if you work hard,
and keep your word,
trusting fully in the Lord,
He’ll take you there,
you’ll not be sad.”
So say a prayer
for my Papa.

Papa knew
way down deep
that what we do
only for ourselves
can’t be enough
to feed the Self.
He knew it once,
but Jesus left him
some time ago.

Papa was a man
he told me:
“It doesn’t matter
what you say,
nor how you say it,
to be a man
means honest labor,
there’s no way around it.”
I wish I knew
what he meant.

That’s mostly true
until you’re eighty-six
and your mind begins to go
and nobody visits you anymore.

Written by Ryan Georgioff

April 26, 2012 at 4:09 pm

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Composing As Gardening

Composers as Gardeners (Edge)

This struck me immediately as a confirmation and realization of my own creative processes in my career thus far as an artist. Certainly this process was not created in a vacuum, and therefore I can attribute key influences rather specifically — Tokyo Police Club, David Byrne’s blog I read months ago about how he puts syllables to music and then tries to fashion lyrics from the chaos, and of course innumerable others. It also affirms my understanding of chaos theories and complexity which he ever so briefly touches upon.

Most importantly, he explores the territories of metaphysics and what it means to create in general. I wish I had been able to study this kind of thing in my Aesthetics course my sophomore year of college. I would have been far more engaged (can’t get less engaged, since I dropped that class in a hot minute). Not surprisingly the adjunct who was teaching it was, you guessed it, an Architect!

The analogy of the gardener, explored into the realm of being a member of the audience to the final product, resonates so deeply.

The systems of control we know are inferior to the mystery of the chaotic creations we are capable of. It requires a letting go, a sitting back, and allowing the dynamics of the system to work out the details. It can be optimized by knowing the dynamics of the system ahead of time and exploiting characteristics of what is known in order to better propagate the unknown results (choosing seed and conditions affects the outcome of the eventual garden).

Written by Ryan Georgioff

April 13, 2012 at 11:47 am

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