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Tribute to Paul Woodside

 


(Brain In A Jar)

I'm making quite a few changes in my life, and I've decided to set up this space to celbrate the works of Paul Woodside. I've managed to uncover more of his stuff lately, and enjoy them so much that I need to share them. Enjoy.




Paul Woodside

(1975 - 1998)

"I'm not an X-er, but we all say that. Leave me be with just my writings and my women. Words can win them over, I know this to be true, but the same words can bring disaster. My words always get me into trouble, but they never leave me."( January 15, 1998)

Paul Archer Woodside was born March 15, 1975, the Ides of March, in Albany, New York. He moved to Washington, DC at the age of 5 and lived there until he turned 18. At that point in his life, Paul decided he needed a change in his life, and moved all over the United States and even lived for a year and a half in London, Ireland, and Scotland, taking up residence wherever he felt was right, and wherever he felt he was needed.
His life was marked with tragedy after tragedy as he struggled constantly to come to terms with the works in his head. Most of his ideas he managed to put down onto paper in a small notebook he always carried with him. Most of his work consisted of Poetry, though he did occassionaly manage to work out some prose. Never published officially, his works traveled by word of mouth. He would show up at times to places where he could read his poetry, and he would share his words.
On April 20th of 1998 Paul was killed in a brutal car accident in my home town of Columbia, South Carolina. He had had an arguement with his fiance of three years, Elizabeth Hatter. I managed to get a hold of Elizabeth briefly over the phone one night after this had happened, and all she told me was that the arguement was over his poetry. This is what they usually argued about. Since then, I have not been able to contact her. She was a drifter, like Paul, so I trust she has simply moved on like he would have wanted. Best of luck Elizabeth.
He touched many people, though few rememeber him. Few people have actual copies of hand-written works. He would give them out at times to some of the people who attended any of his readings. I have worked hard in finding and collecting what I believe is the most comprehensive collection of his works. I find it only fitting that his stuff be compiled and displayed here so that others may experience these words for themselves. We miss you, Paul.

Some things have recently come to me. I recieved a small notebook containing several poems I believe were written by Paul. They are originals, not the photocopied ones he usually handed out, and I'm pretty sure they are legit. I'm not sure who sent them to me, but I have my guesses (thanks, 'beth).
Because of Paul's works, I was inspired to write about what I feel and what I know. He showed that the simplest things are what matters most. Like him, I write down everthing in a small notebook which I try to keep with me all the time. It's my tribute to him, in a way, as is this page. Enjoy.

Due to time and such, I have not been able to transcribe all of Paul's works. Here are some, though. More is to come, I promise.