I have seen the watchdogs eat from the fisted revelry, and cheered as libidinous Saints dispersed upon the supple rind, those candid vagrancies of a youthful mouth pressed upon the body, having only just arrived from those decisive entombments of illusitory seclusion.
lunacat:
Seems to me you really stretch the boundary between poetry and prose. While the latter is easier to identify, the former remains a little more obscure as it has no definition other than the lack thereof. So I kept trying to nail the association I get when I read your stuff and the prose form was throwing me. But this morning I got it.
Alan Ginsberg. Formatted differently, I have a sense of Alan Ginsberg in your entries. Just thought I'd pass that along.
Alan Ginsberg. Formatted differently, I have a sense of Alan Ginsberg in your entries. Just thought I'd pass that along.
Thanks be to goodness. The end.
~S~
~S~
billyfivecrows:
Goodness is gratitude.
All Sight has but one Eye, then
What need? (Tangle made
The knot itself. Itself. Clasp
Is simple: savor. Neck
Is laced with last lace, thought.
Consider it done and naked worded
Never started where the shiver did, doesn't
It chill the senses, still the menses
Erase the brace of the weave
Believe...)
All Sight has but one Eye, then
What need? (Tangle made
The knot itself. Itself. Clasp
Is simple: savor. Neck
Is laced with last lace, thought.
Consider it done and naked worded
Never started where the shiver did, doesn't
It chill the senses, still the menses
Erase the brace of the weave
Believe...)
lunacat:
Thanks for letting me know. Glad you cared enough to leave the note. Unfortunately, computers being what they are, looks like it cannot be officially renewed but I have you bookmarked.
And yes, sometimes goodness is all we have. Hope your employment picture improves.
[Edited on Feb 08, 2006 12:31AM]
And yes, sometimes goodness is all we have. Hope your employment picture improves.
[Edited on Feb 08, 2006 12:31AM]
lithium_picnic:
thank you 
dragod:
Thank you very much, Shaun. Something is working
its way out in all of this, and I'll be most curious to find
out what. I must say that for most of my life chasing down
new books has been a much richer experience than,
assuming just because someone is sexually desirable,
and I'm not with anyone at the time, I should loose myself
trying to catch him or her. It's that narcotic again at play. For anold addict like me it just's the next time when I had to face up, and kick. My faith in the goodness in certain people remainsunbowed. I have good innings too, from time to time.
Bob
its way out in all of this, and I'll be most curious to find
out what. I must say that for most of my life chasing down
new books has been a much richer experience than,
assuming just because someone is sexually desirable,
and I'm not with anyone at the time, I should loose myself
trying to catch him or her. It's that narcotic again at play. For anold addict like me it just's the next time when I had to face up, and kick. My faith in the goodness in certain people remainsunbowed. I have good innings too, from time to time.
Bob
Do not feed the animals! And yet the circus paraded in the forest of my mind as the eels of this campaign molested all the creatures that bend with vowels of intricate light. Lethargy disperses to perpetuate the mortification of each step: And the horror changes the priceless administration of a look upon futures that have yet to come. Stomp madly in the heavy rain....
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lunacat:
Honestly and sincerelky, there are times when I don't fully comprehend what it is you are saying in a literal sense. I suppose that may have something to do with your not writing in literal terms. But I do get a literary sense of what you communicate and my conclusion is that you search for an enigmatic truth that surpasses the experience of most. I encourage you in this journey and I thank you for your thoughtful repsonses to my journal entries. I enjoy your sometimes esoteric prose.
You know who you are... you who art precious, and you who art loved. A pale kiss falls from the disemboweled edge. The abomonation of my heart burns with such rage! The blue crest that swallows clean the very breath of these sad eyes, that weep, weeping always in miserly fear...I am dead. A society that begins in the brain, uprooting trees as it passes...
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billyfivecrows:
Arthur clipped the ringing of his skull-flap
And waxed the cupid-bow of his lapel.
No color evolves in nature
That cannot be dissolved.
Moss grows a rainbow,
Suffers like a crateful of pistols
Turning yellow in the sun...
And waxed the cupid-bow of his lapel.
No color evolves in nature
That cannot be dissolved.
Moss grows a rainbow,
Suffers like a crateful of pistols
Turning yellow in the sun...
lunacat:
Nice job. There's something mystic about the raven. I wrote a little ditty myself.
In the canyon stands a raven
Ebony feathers awash in the light of the mid day sun
Cooled by the splash of rushing water
The raven caws delight
An entirely different experienc, but that's the nature of the bird . . . inscrutable perhaps.
You might be interested in Wallace Stevens' "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird".
[Edited on Jan 26, 2006 10:58PM]
In the canyon stands a raven
Ebony feathers awash in the light of the mid day sun
Cooled by the splash of rushing water
The raven caws delight
An entirely different experienc, but that's the nature of the bird . . . inscrutable perhaps.
You might be interested in Wallace Stevens' "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird".
[Edited on Jan 26, 2006 10:58PM]
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lunacat:
Nice content. Glad you introduced yourself.
electric:
i like the cascades very much.
i dont get to them nearly as often as id like to!
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i dont get to them nearly as often as id like to!
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Tough week here, as well.
cheers
-c.