a poem for a night without time

We Art School

The Art Students
Seven grand and a Gold Shovel

We art school. We
Left school. We

Work late. We
Curse fate. We

Skip art. We’ve
No clock. We

Pay debts. We
regret.


after Gwendolyn Brooks’ “We Real Cool”

LSD & NWN: Of Gladiators and Mad Gods

On this plague born night in Neverwinter my friends and I crept like fools into the dungeons of the city prison. We struck down escaped prisoners and continuously both dealt and received death. We left nothing in our wake. Each chest looted, each body reduced to spoilt remains.

Afterward, I indulged myself in run and gun RPG curio that is Realm of the Mad God. I killed many mythical beasts, and a few sumo wrestlers; each attempt ending with the fist of the Mad God ridding me of my life.

Quickly, I’m becoming and old soul.

Yearning and a sense of nostalgia spiral my nights into insomniac contemplations. The theme of the moment being my sense of lost comradeship and the stories weaved with others as a child. I’ve twice written these ramblings, but they show no sign of relenting.
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Lost Summer Days and Neverwinter Nights

Neverwinter Nights is a game that is beyond me.

Its complex DnD architecture is built on a rule book more vast and epic than the bible. The sheer weight of the menus causes my brain to seize shut. It many ways its a game that represents my still immature self, sure of his identity, but without the resolve or strength to hold it together.

Today I’ve finally realized my ambition of creating a party to tackle Neverwinter Nights’ bottomless campaign. Despite having many brothers multiplayer sessions of gaming are a rare occurrence these days. Changing interests, age differences, and schedules are to blame of course, but it saddens me that the comradery of our younger years is passing.

In every modern day there is less time than those days of my youth. Aside from particular co-workers, my girlfriend and schoolmates my days are void of contact with friends I used to know so well. This little ragtag party: inexperienced, unlearned, and blind, it’s more than entertainment. For the first time in recent memory I’ve had something close to a social experience.

Time will dictate if it lasts.

The Last of the Looking Glasses: On Videogames and Memory

 I’ve become jaded.

The passing of time has robbed me of the wonder and awe of being a child. I’ve learned how the world works, how everything comes be and the mystery is dead.

Videogames have become intellectualized, criticized, and rationalized. Every flaw has become apparent.

Gaming has made me. Its my identity. But the honeymoon is over now.
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