"They've tricked you, these boundries
the way each stares back to the next
hoping the change might occur."
How do we gauge the saturation point of imagination, where an equinimity of purpose and plan becomes action.
'Becoming is superior to being' and all that, but when the restitution of residual desire is result, you've arrived. Then the branch points that have been Hydra of anticipation...
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the way each stares back to the next
hoping the change might occur."
How do we gauge the saturation point of imagination, where an equinimity of purpose and plan becomes action.
'Becoming is superior to being' and all that, but when the restitution of residual desire is result, you've arrived. Then the branch points that have been Hydra of anticipation...
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hellsforheroes:
is there irony in neptune holding a trident...I will be apocryphal...and you can be Nivana, which ironically, means extinction in sanskrit...happy dodo hunting
hellsforheroes:
"Like trying to move waves with a pitchfork"....and neptune's trident...irony.
Neck-turn half-way, each way: bissected corkscrew.
Lyrics negotiate. Temple coaxes.
Sunbrain is mid-brain. Everyday darkness; average.
Where is fourth eye?
Two scorpions in the frozen north and I wonder.
No wonder. Strangers are crowds with single neck.
Typoed crow. I quit listening. I start everything.
Typoed star. Inedible flower, twice digested.
Petals fall. Something vulgar like "anal garden". Or
Gravity. Sisters' bones dropping on a...
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Lyrics negotiate. Temple coaxes.
Sunbrain is mid-brain. Everyday darkness; average.
Where is fourth eye?
Two scorpions in the frozen north and I wonder.
No wonder. Strangers are crowds with single neck.
Typoed crow. I quit listening. I start everything.
Typoed star. Inedible flower, twice digested.
Petals fall. Something vulgar like "anal garden". Or
Gravity. Sisters' bones dropping on a...
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y:
The first painting, if you mean the one at the top, is by the one and only Hieronymus Bosch. He was outstanding.
gothikai:
a degree in Philosophy
for Emily Dickenson
Thick flight through fierce disorder.
Your spirit was naive hand, a lace
Of illusion. Lock spoke of vaccum,
How nothing binds along the metaphors
Of frailty, litmus of meaning
Is death. (Now the malleable milestones
Morph into monsters of thought. Strange
Moon of absent semen, glowing like
The blood of a candle, your name
Like a bell made of paper...)
Thick flight through fierce disorder.
Your spirit was naive hand, a lace
Of illusion. Lock spoke of vaccum,
How nothing binds along the metaphors
Of frailty, litmus of meaning
Is death. (Now the malleable milestones
Morph into monsters of thought. Strange
Moon of absent semen, glowing like
The blood of a candle, your name
Like a bell made of paper...)
Scene 1: A deaf man shouts into a cave, longing for an echo.
No other scene. Barely an act.
(On the other side of never, butterflies
Rudely compete with gods. Arcs gauge
Where the mirror repays its favors.
Save yourself a circuit, and close your eyes.
Ears glow, embarassed so
At least there's blood
And the pressure
Of rushing...)
***
I should be in bed,...
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No other scene. Barely an act.
(On the other side of never, butterflies
Rudely compete with gods. Arcs gauge
Where the mirror repays its favors.
Save yourself a circuit, and close your eyes.
Ears glow, embarassed so
At least there's blood
And the pressure
Of rushing...)
***
I should be in bed,...
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gothikai:
Thanks for all the pretty haikus. Here's one just for you...
Seems like randomness
But the meaning lies within
Riddle makes a friend
Seems like randomness
But the meaning lies within
Riddle makes a friend
hellsforheroes:
I tip my hat earnestly, and think of my world in wait...
My face awaits drowning in a chalice filled of spoiled annointed oil, with no fingers to light a match, and only a tongue to dare to arm the atom...
My face awaits drowning in a chalice filled of spoiled annointed oil, with no fingers to light a match, and only a tongue to dare to arm the atom...
Voiceover says "I am prison"
Silence says (...)
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Nice day.
Painting. Larger canvases for 'the beekeepers apprentice'
The pinnacle of the series will be 8 feet square, acrylic and enamel on wood. (Or maybe canvas...I found some 8 ft stretchers and reasonably priced canvas. Plus it could be rolled up and transported easier.)
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Reading:
'In search of Duende' -Lorca
A treatise on the...
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Silence says (...)
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Nice day.
Painting. Larger canvases for 'the beekeepers apprentice'
The pinnacle of the series will be 8 feet square, acrylic and enamel on wood. (Or maybe canvas...I found some 8 ft stretchers and reasonably priced canvas. Plus it could be rolled up and transported easier.)
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Reading:
'In search of Duende' -Lorca
A treatise on the...
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eccentric:
searching for friends who actually write in these funny boxes we think of as personal journals. stumbled apon your page through "hellsforheros" ...don't worry, i hit the sidewalk, but bounced back up.
eccentric:
indeed....i would assume this sign would bring about rather interesting writers...but i have yet to find much more then girls musing about what they ate for breakfast thus far. still hopefull however. if you have any good writer SG recomendations, let me know.
Sweetly sad. Sometimes that's enough, but others
Wish upon stars and return with heartfuls of flame.
As for human help, angels learn of deadly gaze.
There's a shape to something wingless that turns
The hand to murder. Please believe, I'm not engrossed
I just want to understand. The conjurer of shadow
Is a sheltered bird. The puzzle endures the surge.
'Blackout' is surf turned negative...
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Wish upon stars and return with heartfuls of flame.
As for human help, angels learn of deadly gaze.
There's a shape to something wingless that turns
The hand to murder. Please believe, I'm not engrossed
I just want to understand. The conjurer of shadow
Is a sheltered bird. The puzzle endures the surge.
'Blackout' is surf turned negative...
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faye:
leaving a hello 
eccentric:
yes, i'm an all around starving artsit. I'm a slam poet (performance poetry), dancer (middle eastern belly dance as well as modern and some jazz/hip-hop). I also like to dilly-dally on the other side of the camera.
for Louise Bourgeois
Rest in peace while still alive.
Dialectic in the brawn,
Absence fully present.
(What is the sculpture
Of truancy? Not watered
Down, sewn with
Cents; lucrative pyre:
"Seduce. Hide. Be Loved.")
Fillament is both
Beginning and end. Thread
Connects end-to-end
Tiny fire in the
Middle...
Rest in peace while still alive.
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Wonderful article about this woman's new work in this months'...
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Rest in peace while still alive.
Dialectic in the brawn,
Absence fully present.
(What is the sculpture
Of truancy? Not watered
Down, sewn with
Cents; lucrative pyre:
"Seduce. Hide. Be Loved.")
Fillament is both
Beginning and end. Thread
Connects end-to-end
Tiny fire in the
Middle...
Rest in peace while still alive.
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Wonderful article about this woman's new work in this months'...
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hang_em_high:
Yeah, sorry about the long absence...I've been lazy again! 
School just started back too, so I'm trying to get my head on right for it!
I really enjoy your poetry btw. Thank you for sharing with everyone!
School just started back too, so I'm trying to get my head on right for it!
I really enjoy your poetry btw. Thank you for sharing with everyone!
anbuvampyre:
awesome thanks for your input
"...thing is...you don't have to give a shit..."
Several stomping melodies make one beauty.
(The man judging stunts wont believe it.
I lie in the grip of nipple or the steam of hound. Stem
In several pieces. Jigsaw Osiris. Still, the circus comes:
Rubber and ice; decoy egg; garden hidden under split
Space. Bikini like a granite scarf. There's a lake
Burning on a mountain....
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Several stomping melodies make one beauty.
(The man judging stunts wont believe it.
I lie in the grip of nipple or the steam of hound. Stem
In several pieces. Jigsaw Osiris. Still, the circus comes:
Rubber and ice; decoy egg; garden hidden under split
Space. Bikini like a granite scarf. There's a lake
Burning on a mountain....
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vuokko:
Ah, what kind of art do you do? (Multi-media is always so vague...)
I love Hamilton and Hesse, so I am not offended. Am looking up Merz now...
Glad you liked my work. I'll be updating my webpage again next week. You should check it out!
Later,
~V
I love Hamilton and Hesse, so I am not offended. Am looking up Merz now...
Glad you liked my work. I'll be updating my webpage again next week. You should check it out!
Later,
~V
luxdivon:
oo i like this. did you write it? its splendid.
We're calling a plumber.
Low-key afternoon.
Hi Qi afternoon.
Low-key afternoon.
Hi Qi afternoon.
pygmy:
har har 
Well, after yesterdays Keystone Cops meets Modern Artist debacle, it's time to finally install the new bathroom sink. Wish me luck me lovelys!!!!
I've never done it, but it looks as easy as speaking Greek while eating a banana, so I'm not worried.
More later...
Later:
Hugging the Porcelain God.
Man this is tough. But...Tom Sawyer effect. I've got others doing it! Not completely, but...
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I've never done it, but it looks as easy as speaking Greek while eating a banana, so I'm not worried.
More later...
Later:
Hugging the Porcelain God.
Man this is tough. But...Tom Sawyer effect. I've got others doing it! Not completely, but...
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pygmy:
Oh, I hope so. 
