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Gutsy Anthems of Skinned-Knee Daring: April 2012

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GUTSY ANTHEMS OF SKINNED-KNEE DARING fiction, poetry, and music by Keith Cagney. Sunday, April 8, 2012. Sometimes on the bus I decide to write long missives about things that trouble me. I make brief sallies toward meaning to express my own frustration, or figure out some uncontrolled variable in my life that could be causing me to feel heavy. It is possible my reasons. Which at the end of the day just means someone else can reason. How permissible are my reasons for writing really? Maybe it's that. ...

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Gutsy Anthems of Skinned-Knee Daring: March 2011

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GUTSY ANTHEMS OF SKINNED-KNEE DARING fiction, poetry, and music by Keith Cagney. Sunday, March 13, 2011. Locomotion: Basculer, c'est Bousculer. But this word is not a real word in any language. The verb is "basculer," which literally means to topple or tip up, and figuratively means to radically change or to swing or plunge in multiple directions. It's the total dissolution of what came before; it's sublimation by motion. We are all going somewhere. We make our own purpose, we can choose any path. The po...

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Gutsy Anthems of Skinned-Knee Daring: July 2011

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GUTSY ANTHEMS OF SKINNED-KNEE DARING fiction, poetry, and music by Keith Cagney. Thursday, July 28, 2011. But they are really saying pero. But Pero. The word's xylophonic honk occurs at mid-stride, trunking a voice, changing a tone. It is a key change in the song of your kitchen at nine on a Tuesday. This is a song I have not heard for some time. I leave out the side-door to seek out the rays. The boiling pulse of cicadas saws among the leaves, whitened by gravity, expectant for a storm. There is...But s...

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Gutsy Anthems of Skinned-Knee Daring: February 2011

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GUTSY ANTHEMS OF SKINNED-KNEE DARING fiction, poetry, and music by Keith Cagney. Sunday, February 27, 2011. Flying So Low: A Weekend in Review (Part 2). Saturday February 19th, 2011:. I had to stop writing that last post in order to preserve my sanity. It is resumed below. An outright lie. I think I was more afraid of visiting a doctor in his home, which is how things are done here. Continuation of Saturday, February 12th:]. Even incomprehension is a message and a motive we imbue the work. As I checked m...

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Gutsy Anthems of Skinned-Knee Daring: December 2011

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GUTSY ANTHEMS OF SKINNED-KNEE DARING fiction, poetry, and music by Keith Cagney. Saturday, December 10, 2011. Retrospective: a Life Unwritten. If you'll excuse the snobbery that is the dependent clause title introduced by the authoritative colon use (this merely an homage to the paper-writing days that will plague me no longer come next week), I would like to offer a brief sortie (really to myself, as a gift, to which anyone reading this may assuredly consider himself the voyeur. Together that same line ...

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Gutsy Anthems of Skinned-Knee Daring: February 2014

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GUTSY ANTHEMS OF SKINNED-KNEE DARING fiction, poetry, and music by Keith Cagney. Tuesday, February 25, 2014. Links to this post. Monday, February 3, 2014. The pain of quiet strength stays from its solvent moment. Could you tell them what stood there? Would they be satisfied to know that you could not account for its building in the first place? You contemplated such questions on the spectral outline of sand and catalogued the ruin. Where was the tower before? Once found, the realized light never faltered...

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Gutsy Anthems of Skinned-Knee Daring: January 2014

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GUTSY ANTHEMS OF SKINNED-KNEE DARING fiction, poetry, and music by Keith Cagney. Saturday, January 4, 2014. InsomniArt] - This Is How the Day Is Won. You court no sleep the night before everything. You had the sincerest hopes of waking early. On your desk your telephone grins dumbly at the watch-face coy with future alarum. This domestic scene depends on you. Aren't they always surprised to remember that voice. At eight you take an anti-psychotic at an off-script cap. to coax sleep. You drink all...The s...

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Gutsy Anthems of Skinned-Knee Daring: February 2012

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GUTSY ANTHEMS OF SKINNED-KNEE DARING fiction, poetry, and music by Keith Cagney. Wednesday, February 15, 2012. A Glimmer of United Stars. What small histories, these young texts, might have been cobbled serially across a life. He is told he makes his tweltfth ascent, a soul grown old without his election. What, then, a life? A variation on a theme, conscience little more than a framing for an existing source? He thinks of the comet's unseen crashing as she washes his shoulders in a Texas shower. What!

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Gutsy Anthems of Skinned-Knee Daring: June 2010

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GUTSY ANTHEMS OF SKINNED-KNEE DARING fiction, poetry, and music by Keith Cagney. Sunday, June 20, 2010. She Made Me Watch Somebody Die. So there we were, done up in striped scarves and mismatched mittens. We looked like we could have been, at one point, adorable and well-equipped toddlers. But someone had forgotten us. Now we were twenty and gaunt, high as kites and sitting on our bony asses on some rock on some hill behind some dormitory aswim with lights. I have a problem with sleeves. I swallowed the ...