Passion = Truth? How Jeffrey James Francis Ircink Sees The World? I love when people are passionate about something. That surging of emotion is the one honest measure of what truth is. It's a truthful display of how a person really feels about something or someone at that particular moment. That passion IS truth.

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Greendale, Wisconsin, United States
Ex-producer of THE REALLY FUNNY HORNY GOAT INTERNATIONAL SHORT FILM FESTIVAL, playwright, actor, singer, outdoorsman, blogger, amateur photog, observer & bitcher, Beach Boys groupie, Brett Favre fanatic, lover of everything Celtic and forever a member in the Tribe of HAIR. Spent most of my life in the Village of Waterford, a small town just outside of the Milwaukee suburbs. After 12 years in North Hollywood, Bel Air and Culver City, Cali, I moved back to Wisconsin in September 2009. No regrets - of moving to LA OR moving back to WI. Have traveled to Belfast, Ireland, Dayton (OH), Manhattan, Seattle, Cedar Rapids, New York, Miami and Sydney, Australia with my plays. Moved back into the Village of Greendale where I was born. Life is good.


Monday, November 3, 2008

Origami No. 13 "Untitled" by Katja Grace.

This poem was written by a very special person in my life - Katja Grace. She wrote it especially for me.

The dirt wore into the linen
always in the field
There were quiet signs of light
shining through the August tree line
The man stood upright
adjusted his collar to the bone
looked up to see a lady coming
down a dragged and filtered path
They stood there in the dream
the house beside them
towering like an American Taj Mahal
It was how hard his father had worked
labeling the effort seen by the years
And that he'd passed with little more than 'Goodbye'
was on the soil where they now laid each other down
Then – away with a lonesome cloud
the dream slipped from their hands
Although they held tight and tried
the roots where bound to earth
were released into the sky
And they woke on separate pillows.
One of well worn linen
the other a
tightly woven factory cotton
bleached out
against her head
suffocating the dream of that land
with Its worn and dirty hands

Origami is sort of my catchword for a featured blog entry that highlights my original writings - could be an excerpt from one of my plays, a poem, a song, a rant, a rave, a cursing, etc. Origami is the art of folding paper (the word is of Japanese origin). So, within the folds of this particular blog feature you may find something really beautiful, meaningful or poignant.

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