Hephaestus Lovenote
(Up) until the brain is no
Longer an anvil, made-sword
Cleaving the ledger
Of forgetfulness, the pages
Unfurling, curling at the clip
Of their texture, which
Is memory despised
By memory, which is
The heated spark
Of the hammering, and
The hiss of fatigue as
Book and blade wound
The water. Fish
Is the primal lip. Bull
Is the murder of
China. Twins...
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(Up) until the brain is no
Longer an anvil, made-sword
Cleaving the ledger
Of forgetfulness, the pages
Unfurling, curling at the clip
Of their texture, which
Is memory despised
By memory, which is
The heated spark
Of the hammering, and
The hiss of fatigue as
Book and blade wound
The water. Fish
Is the primal lip. Bull
Is the murder of
China. Twins...
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Chains of shamed haunters. Green noises. Do
You really paint your lips with a stick? They must
Bleed, remedied with the stain of pale reasons.
I inflamed my calandar until it was a prison
For a hardwood nomad, a carving of my
Thudding orbs done near the corpse
Of a moat. Culture is invinsible.
Sculpture is the spirit of a pebble
Puking up a vine....
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You really paint your lips with a stick? They must
Bleed, remedied with the stain of pale reasons.
I inflamed my calandar until it was a prison
For a hardwood nomad, a carving of my
Thudding orbs done near the corpse
Of a moat. Culture is invinsible.
Sculpture is the spirit of a pebble
Puking up a vine....
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annalee:
That is most possibly very true billyfivecrows.
fancyd:
I am not entirely too sure about the Morris, it sounds right, but I didn't really pay attention, i spent my energy with the paintings and sculptures.
Forgive me for this, I feel it is improper, but here goes
"Opportunity
Is a feather of
It's form floating
Fateward; catch it
In the crisp lens
Before it blends
Into motion and
A blur, just a turn
Of the wrist
Away, and it becomes
Stillness within a
Multitude of
Notions..."
-B5C
I think this refers to the photographer influencing the shots. I mean after all it is a human eye and a human hand pressing the buttons to capture the image, so there is a lot of personal perspective involved in taking photos.
Forgive me for this, I feel it is improper, but here goes
"Opportunity
Is a feather of
It's form floating
Fateward; catch it
In the crisp lens
Before it blends
Into motion and
A blur, just a turn
Of the wrist
Away, and it becomes
Stillness within a
Multitude of
Notions..."
-B5C
I think this refers to the photographer influencing the shots. I mean after all it is a human eye and a human hand pressing the buttons to capture the image, so there is a lot of personal perspective involved in taking photos.
Tear a clutch from speech. Hold
Tightly the reach until arms
Suffer at the charms of tongue.
Stretch and catch the repeat, repeat
Stretch and catch the repeat. Subtlty
Is a neat throat silky with the sweet
Shouting of an orderly tranquility. Neat
Rooms, wormful looms where workers
Meet to agree to disrobe. Where else and
The whyfore pattern? I tell of yours, you
Tell...
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Tightly the reach until arms
Suffer at the charms of tongue.
Stretch and catch the repeat, repeat
Stretch and catch the repeat. Subtlty
Is a neat throat silky with the sweet
Shouting of an orderly tranquility. Neat
Rooms, wormful looms where workers
Meet to agree to disrobe. Where else and
The whyfore pattern? I tell of yours, you
Tell...
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huck:
nah, i don't know Welpot personally, but i recently mailed everyone linked to from the current Bouville just to let them know we're supporting their activity and want to spread the word, and among the few who replied was Mr Welpot himself who very kindly and flatteringly said that visiting Bouville had inspired him to puit more work into his own site and update more often. result! 
i thought that was a really nice thing to say.
i would love to get a photographer of his style and talent involved; it would pretty much be a perfect addition, but i would be reluctant to approach him. i imagine he has his own agenda to worry about. still, would it hurt to ask?
i thought that was a really nice thing to say.
i would love to get a photographer of his style and talent involved; it would pretty much be a perfect addition, but i would be reluctant to approach him. i imagine he has his own agenda to worry about. still, would it hurt to ask?
(It's a bathhouse with walls made
Of frozen pianos.
It's a shiver like a fire
Tossed into a river.
bollocks do you improvise this stuff. i won't hear of it! just kidding, i believe you. 
Where Else & The Whyfore Pattern is totally a band name.
kingskottie:
SWANS? oh lord. i had 2 evenings in NYC ruined by them! (worst thing? marietta? ... i know brother... i'm there with ya!)
Moonlight in wet grass, a few
Wild wells of blood.
She turned to him and polished the panes of his name.
"There is a bridge in the cupboard. I hid it for you
Should you need to ever go..."
In the harbor, a clever mud dries slowly. Dampness.
Soiled heart suffers, sand to sand.
Stones in the oven. A coven
Of trees, orderly in slowly...
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Wild wells of blood.
She turned to him and polished the panes of his name.
"There is a bridge in the cupboard. I hid it for you
Should you need to ever go..."
In the harbor, a clever mud dries slowly. Dampness.
Soiled heart suffers, sand to sand.
Stones in the oven. A coven
Of trees, orderly in slowly...
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kristie:
Just gorgeous.
Arrg!
Arrg!
wildswan:
Mysterious and tender.
What does it matter? What does it solve, dissolve?
"Experience" understands the pressures of
"Presence"; sick flower fades, movement
Seperates from meditation. Solitary:
The resonant visit of seperation, dissection's
Metaphor for "past". The assurances align
The construction of variability. I could hear
The thumping of the journey, the nightly
Rudimentary advancement of blame, the
Agitation of those not self-amused
The intricate crocus of their playless...
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"Experience" understands the pressures of
"Presence"; sick flower fades, movement
Seperates from meditation. Solitary:
The resonant visit of seperation, dissection's
Metaphor for "past". The assurances align
The construction of variability. I could hear
The thumping of the journey, the nightly
Rudimentary advancement of blame, the
Agitation of those not self-amused
The intricate crocus of their playless...
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y:
YEAH!
kristie:
What JohnEsmokE said!
Nevermind. Forget it.
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vervain______:
i'm not forgetting it either.
chryssi:
No way!! I am sure anything you wrote down would have been great. Always is!
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1.
The composer of ends devised a session:
"An horizon biology, a delicious stone, a
Pool of streets, a drool of meets." Halfway
To the heart, the heavens turned around:
"Storage for the lawn, cabinets for
The creeks, cheeks full of wood, we
Should!" (The reluctance of measure
To mate a blossom to itself. The
Intensity of justice to outdrink
Paradise, the nice...
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1.
The composer of ends devised a session:
"An horizon biology, a delicious stone, a
Pool of streets, a drool of meets." Halfway
To the heart, the heavens turned around:
"Storage for the lawn, cabinets for
The creeks, cheeks full of wood, we
Should!" (The reluctance of measure
To mate a blossom to itself. The
Intensity of justice to outdrink
Paradise, the nice...
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...portrait beside a pool...
I tried to steal
That picture, honestly, but
It's
Not
Mine
Not
My
Memory. I
Turned it
Around
In my
Head
Like
I
Would
Turn in hand a
Cheek, your
Ash-sleek
Eyebrows
Made
Rough by
Curiosity. (I wonder
If you
Would
Like
My
Teeth. Yours
Are pretty. Mine
Are like
A coral
Reef, clean
And crossed
At
Soft
Edges, or like...
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I tried to steal
That picture, honestly, but
It's
Not
Mine
Not
My
Memory. I
Turned it
Around
In my
Head
Like
I
Would
Turn in hand a
Cheek, your
Ash-sleek
Eyebrows
Made
Rough by
Curiosity. (I wonder
If you
Would
Like
My
Teeth. Yours
Are pretty. Mine
Are like
A coral
Reef, clean
And crossed
At
Soft
Edges, or like...
Read More
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chryssi:
I missed this one. I love the feeling I get when I read it.
Its like what my love would say if he could express
it in that way. Good, b. really good.
I noticed you are in Africa now. Touring the world, how lucky!
Its like what my love would say if he could express
it in that way. Good, b. really good.
I noticed you are in Africa now. Touring the world, how lucky!
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huck:
..."for this is not the language of the id..."
no - it's the language of lurv. heh. 'preciate the kudos, as always.
a long-distance romance? oh man, that would kill me. but what a thrill! bittersweet. was it a slow-blooming relationship?
"sweetghost" would look awesome on wall-sized canvases. awesome in the traditional sense. guests would get lost in the textures... i look forward to seeing what you might have in store for Bouville Winter!
hell yeah promote it on the boards. promote away! i should be plugging it all over but i'm useless and need all the assistance i can get. i just don't know where to start... some feedback from your fellow Artists would be interesting. one thing - the site has been a bit glitchy recently and there are some continuity errors, which you may want to warn people about. how does "...crow walks in heaven..." look at your end? it's probly my crappy browser/server here at work but sometimes the gif is really staggered, which spoils the tween effect. ...
no - it's the language of lurv. heh.
'preciate the kudos, as always.
a long-distance romance? oh man, that would kill me. but what a thrill! bittersweet. was it a slow-blooming relationship?
"sweetghost" would look awesome on wall-sized canvases. awesome in the traditional sense. guests would get lost in the textures... i look forward to seeing what you might have in store for Bouville Winter!
hell yeah promote it on the boards. promote away! i should be plugging it all over but i'm useless and need all the assistance i can get. i just don't know where to start... some feedback from your fellow Artists would be interesting. one thing - the site has been a bit glitchy recently and there are some continuity errors, which you may want to warn people about. how does "...crow walks in heaven..." look at your end? it's probly my crappy browser/server here at work but sometimes the gif is really staggered, which spoils the tween effect.
...
visara:
Tell me more about you:
1. What's your sexual orientation? Straight / Bi / Gay
2. Do you drink alcohol?
3. If yes, what's your favourite drink?
4. What's your favourite after-hours activity or hobby?
5. What job did you want to do as a child?
6. Do you have pets?
7. If yes, what?
8. Do you prefer savoury or sweet?
If you check out my blog you will find my own answers to these questions there soon ...
1. What's your sexual orientation? Straight / Bi / Gay
2. Do you drink alcohol?
3. If yes, what's your favourite drink?
4. What's your favourite after-hours activity or hobby?
5. What job did you want to do as a child?
6. Do you have pets?
7. If yes, what?
8. Do you prefer savoury or sweet?
If you check out my blog you will find my own answers to these questions there soon ...
The more you see the less you know
The less you find out as you grow
I knew much more then than I do now
Neon heart, day-glow eyes
The city lit by fireflies
They're advertising in the skies
And people like us
And I miss you when you're not around
I'm getting ready to leave the ground
Oh you look so beautiful tonight...
Don't...
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y:
How come? I'm all ears, my friend.
Hephaestus is probably my favourite of the Greek gods because despite being less prominent or glamourous than some of his contemporaries, he represents a constant; (a rhythm, if you like) which is paradoxical, considering the group of deities with which he is associated are infamous for their petulant, changeable dispositions. He always seemed to be less egotistical or infantile (which are very human weaknesses) than Zeus, et al; therefore was more 'godlike' in my view.
I like 'Hephaestus Lovenote' very much, particularly the idea at very end:
A single
Breath, some
Thing
Held in
To divide into
Rhythm...)
Quite wonderful.
here's a version of a southern fried SWANS!