my careless contagion

She's Kerosene by the Interrupters (a band I know next to nothing about). I do know they're on Hellcat Records, under the Epitaph label, which was started by Brett Gurewitz of Bad Religion fame. Tim Armstrong of Operation Ivy and Rancid (and probably a 100 other projects) directed the video. I don't normally listen to ska, but I did once upon a time. It's more fun than straight-up punk rock or hardcore.  The reason I posted this video is mostly in the lyrics. The girl in question — my type — is embedded there. Years, ago I read something in one of those stupid Life's Little Instruction books that said something to the effect of "Don't date a girl who has more trouble than you." Turns out, it wasn't such a stupid instruction. Lesson learned. Lyrics:  I’m a match, she’s kerosene you know she’s gonna burn down everything she’s an arsonist, in a  past time, and I’ve been burned for the last time It started out like any other morning, th...

*Henry Rollins. Where do I start? I could list all of the ways he's made his mark in this world. I couldn't possibly get them all. He's most known for being a musician, an actor, his spoken word tours and voiceovers. He's an author and endless creator. Sadly, I've lost track of what he's doing at this moment. In fact, I haven't known for years. Why is this sad? Because Henry Rollins was my mentor, so to speak. If anyone influenced how I write poetry, it is this man, this punk poet. What's sad is when you come to a point in your life where you've outgrown your mentor and you have to say goodbye. I don't know when this point came for me, but it has certainly come and gone.  He opened my eyes to other ways to write, how to be raw and faithful to yourself at the same time. How to be honest. How poetry can be ugly and beautiful at the same time. How words can make you feel anything you let them make you feel. He taught me that you don't ha...