Fuck Yeah Koyczan!

Jun 01 2012
I’ll always wanna kiss you
Or touch you
Or do that thing that drives you crazy
And that I mean
You literally go crazy when I call you,
‘Cranky-pants.’
— Shane Koyczan - Promise (via eatmybones)

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May 31 2012
So we just sat there.
Our heads bent towards each other
Like flowers in the small hours
Of the morning, while
Light wandered in like a warning that
Time is passing and you right along with it,
Bit by bit, every day.
— Tragic Turn of Events/Move Pen Move, by Dan Mangan & Shane Koyczan (via tf0urn)

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May 30 2012

Welcome to the list of grown men whose hearts were left at the bottom of smoking craters by Shane’s work. It’s tough to be credible when telling friends about the power of his work. I have to explain to incredulous eyes that one should not be driving when listening to his poems for the first time. Preparing to listen to, say, “A Good Day”, should be approached with the same solemnity and care as a rifle squad execution; some of those bullets are going straight through your heart, today. Have a care.

Having dwelled in his heaviest works, I was genuinely caught by surprise at how *funny* he is in person, and on stage. But they say comedy comes from a dark place, and that would certainly explain his talent for leaving us weeping, breathless wrecks in our seats one minute, and laughing ourselves silly the next.

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May 29 2012

May 28 2012

[Koyczan] tugs and pulls your fondest memories from the back of your mind, only to word them in the most brutally eloquent way, and serve them right back to you in horrible, wonderful rhythm. What’s more, he’s funny as hell; it was half stand up, half unbelievable nostalgia of first loves, family, and that kind of friendship only comparable to photographs (developed) from a time we are finding harder and harder to recall.

The man is unlike anyone I’ve ever seen live. It was exhausting, liberating, and the kind of night that you walk into the street at the show’s end wanting to be a better person.

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May 27 2012
May 26 2012

I don’t imagine you
saran-wrapped in black latex
or seeping out the edges
of something tight and red

I don’t close my eyes
to dream of your back
arched at the impossible angle
of a bow pulled tight
encouraging your shoulder blades
to drip the blood
of stockpiled broken hearts
but I hope the sound
of you not shielding your eyes
from my blinding humility
will one day top the charts

it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard
and you’re the charlie chaplin of your beautifuls
because you make me believe it
when you say it all without saying a word

looking at you it occurred to me
I could sit around all day
wearing nothing but your kiss

you make mirrors
want to grind themselves
back down into sand
because they can’t do your reflection justice

and this just in
I am done with those
who in life would have made me fight
an army of imperfections
a battalion of flaws
tonight we’re going to keep this city up
when they hear our bodies
slap together like applause.

— “Skin 2,” Shane Koyczan  (via clavicola)

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May 25 2012
Because every somewhere I go to, is just another place that reminds me I miss you.
— Shane Koyczan (via patientandtough)

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May 24 2012
I don’t often believe in angels, but on the day I left Louis pulled a feather from his pillow and said, “This is for you.” I half expected him to say, “See, this is the first one I grew.
— Shane Koyczan, The Crickets Have Arthritis (via date)

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May 23 2012
littlestsea:

That one time when I saw Shane Koyczan.

littlestsea:

That one time when I saw Shane Koyczan.

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