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If You Aren't Living Passionately, What The Hell Are You Doing?

 

If you aren't living passionately, what the hell are you doing?

 

By Jeremy Munro

 

      It was Opening night at the gallery. It might as well have been a gala event, a red carpet premiere as far as I was concerned. All the awesome people were attending and my coworkers were excited as well. We all love the student show. I showed up twenty minutes early in my black dress pants, brown dress shoes, blue skinny tie, and tan dress shirt. If my mother found out I was clashing this much she'd kill me.

Three Pictures of Humanity

 

Three Pictures of Humanity

 

by Jeremy Munro

 

# 1 – The Hipster

 

purging

purging

 

 my dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room.

(caught in the crossfire of something much more complicated than i could ever explain)

Reflections On My Excursion To New York City

     Reflections On My Excusion to New York City

                by Jeremy Munro

 

First NH Crocuses of Spring 2011

First Crocuses of Spring 2011 in Goffstown, NH

March 27, 2011

Audio Recording of Rebellion by Jeremy Munro


10:40 minutes (14.64 MB)

Recorded at 10:49 PM on 3/22/11 with my crappy laptop microphone (which isn't half bad apparently).

From the Rebellion Chapter of The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoevsky

I like Ivan. I don't know why. Probably due to some sort of laceration or hipsterness. I felt like I could take a lot of liberties with the presentation as Ivan is in delirium especially in the later stages of the novel. I had him shift rapidly from the dramatic, to the serious, sarcastic, witty, and delirium.

At first I just wanted to do the part about the child getting torn apart by hounds, but I started reading and didn't want to stop. I hit the end of the chapter. This was attempt four at recording. Might do another one more polished with a better microphone. Not sure.

At The Gates Of Hell

 

So yea,

I found myself standing at the gates of hell.

I guess thats what happens when you give your ticket back.

Oh well. I'll live in hell. I'd rather be in my Hell than in this good.

 

Its precisely the good I can't enjoy,

Thus, Hell is preferable to Heaven.

He stood behind me, shaking his head.

Wrapped in his hoodie like me, with a hole through his chest.

 

Napkin Writer

Justine Johnson

March 17, 2011

 

Napkin Writer

 

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