My name is Alex Sparks. I'm a poet and documentary filmmaker living in Denton, TX. I'm recently married to a beautiful little lady. I like hip-hop, iced tea, and vegetables. I want to make movies for awhile and then settle down on a farm.
"Watch and pray, lest you enter into temptation. The spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak."
“According to most philosophers, God in making the world enslaved it. According to Christianity, in making it, He set it free. God had written, not so much a poem, but rather a play; a play he had planned as perfect, but which had necessarily been left to human actors and stage-managers, who had since made a great mess of it.”
“Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, ‘Do it again’; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, ‘Do it again’ to the sun; and every evening, ‘Do it again’ to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we.”
“Idolatry is committed, not merely by setting up false gods, but also by setting up false devils; by making men afraid of war or alcohol, or economic law, when they should be afraid of spiritual corruption and cowardice.”
“Poets do not go mad; but chess-players do. Mathematicians go mad, and cashiers; but creative artists very seldom. I am not, as will be seen, in any sense attacking logic: I only say that this danger does lie in logic, not in imagination.”
Anchor deep sweet sailor in the bottomless blue. This is no lifeboat flinging cruise ship, we are sinking and learning to love it.
There are far worse ways to go than trying to swallow an ocean. Remember all the lost ball gowns in the bathroom stalls? Had you spinning like a stripper with her finger down her throat. Me? I was just trying not to get wet.
Drowning is a shitty way to say, I love you but it is the only language we both speak.
When did we get so seasick of seeing each other?
Why does taking your clothes off still feel like a confession booth.
I started praying during sex. This is an honest attempt at holiness and I feel better when we both find God.
I know there is a Moby Dick joke somewhere in this poem, but I just can’t find it.
“When I first began that journey I thought relevance was going to be our optimal point of existence.
Really years later, I began realizing that while relevance to culture is not optional, it is much more powerful to create culture than it is to be relevant to it. To create something that is more astonishing, more inspiring, more compelling, so that people move toward the culture that you’re creating rather than simply trying to keep at status of where the culture is.”