Blue Hydrangea
Blue Hydrangea
by Katreena Dayacap Katsafanas
"Nothing can separate love, and I know this to be true. Gathering my thoughts, journal entries, poetry and prose from the last eight years has been incredibly difficult. I held off for a very long time in fear of bringing myself through those painful memories before, during and after my mother’s death. But here it is. By finally opening up to all the change since my mom passed, I’m able to find inner peace and with that, true healing. I love you, Mom. I prayed and hoped that we would beat cancer. We fought against your disease together and gave each other strength through that unimaginable struggle. I know you are with me in spirit and there helping me rebuild my life and become open to all that has changed since I lost you. I know it is natural for me to miss you, even now. I wish we could make new memories together, but I hope you know that the memories of the time we spent together will always bring me happiness." - Tree
(c) 2025 Katreena Dayacap
5x8 Perfect Bound
ISBN: 979-8-9987102-5-4
Release Date: 09/03/2025
Jazz Singing About Suicide
Jazz Singing About Suicide
Jazz Singing About Suicide - s/t
Post-Buzuki Indie-Math Compact-Disc
Drum Programming: 144 BPM or 233 BPM
Verses: 377 Syllables Per Minute (+/- 5%)
Lyrics: 3 or 5 lines, each line between 34 and 55 syllables
Compact Disc
Release Date: 02/14/2025
13 Golden Rectangles
13 Golden Rectangles
Nas Safa - 13 Golden Rectangles
3 Lines:
1. Recited (via computer) at exactly 144 syllables per minute
2. Recited (via computer) at exactly 233 syllables per minute
3. Recited (via human) at 377 syllables per minute (+/- 10%)
First Golden Rectangle
You said something deep and no one gave a shit my oil paintings looked like cunt fucked up at the Greek fest who said buying a subsequent bottle of Retsina is ill-advised?
I’m ninety nine percent Pine Sol this is ritualistic writing erotic poems for Russian whores and signing my name χριστός ανέστη you can drown in a glass of water
Philosophy still can’t save us people no longer chew wrapped pieces of gum no the industry has transitioned to free floating mini buckets of gumballs
How can I possibly concentrate on nuclear holocausts with all these big bad booty bitches around the mountain has better ears for bullshit I’ve never been a fan of camping
I’ve always found things somewhat preposterous I suppose two hookahs twist the little knob there you go I apologize for forgetting the meaning of cuando
Put some clothes on for Christ sake before you ball your eyes out I never lied about wanting to kill myself if anything the opposite! mountains have better ears for bullshit
Trees—some of them are old as fuck that’s why we built cities our fictions play better surrounded by buildings a Burmese python ate a forty four year old woman alive
It’s just like a snug little sleeping bag who doesn’t like to take a little nap four or five milligrams of melatonin why would you lie about wanting to drive yourself into a tree?
Compact Disc
Release Date: 07/23/2024
by Nicholas Syrianus Katsafanas
Adam Metropolis and Larry Isosceles, two moderately opinionated men, engage in two extended monologues on the nature of the number 1.99999 repeating and various theories of the Western world.
Download the Hi-Def PDF at 2gyroz.neocities.org
Mode: >.667
Metropolis ("The Number 1.99999 Repeating")
Echoes: 8,809
Syllables: 11,704
Approximate Self-Similarity: .753
Isosceles ("Theories of the Western World")
Echoes: 12,279
Syllables: 16,742
Approximate Self-Similarity: .733
(c) 2021, 2023, 2025 Nicholas Syrianus Katsafanas
All rights reserved
ISBN: 979-8-9987102-3-0
5x8 Perfect Bound 76pp