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kung fu grippe: down the rabbit hole

delgrosso:

Writing good fiction requires good research.

Sometimes that research leads you to places you’d least expect.

And sometimes those places lead to still other places. Darker places. Hidden places. Places where you get lost and wander and begin to wonder what is real and what isn’t…

4 Notes

I’m so sick of this garbage.

I’m so sick of this garbage.

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Gotta love marshmallows…

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Silence,
placeholders.
Abstractions last,
tears trailing,
where once
there was
no end.

Numbers bound
round corners.
With Ego —
some division,
With versa,
vice outbidden.

Impulse.

Fall
and darkened leaves,
Fall,
finality — concrete.

A void.

Morning
and squinting eyes.
Mourning
for a wake.

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Nostrils! Who ever talks about nostrils?! If you get the angle of a nostril wrong it will completely screw up a face and even if you have no idea how to hold a pencil, you’ll see a nostril at the wrong angle and it will subconsciously drive you mad.
Reason No. 1 You Should Be Sketching Every Day - Flying Meat Blog http://shapeof.com/archives/2013/3/reason_no._1_you_should_be_sketching_every_day.html

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But George MacDonald did really believe that people were princesses and goblins and good fairies, and he dressed them up as ordinary men and women. The fairy-tale was the inside of the ordinary story and not the outside… (and) it always seemed to me as if he were describing the reality, apart from the appearance, of the incident. The novels as novels are uneven, but as fairy-tales they are extraordinarily consistent. He never for a moment loses his own inner thread that runs through the patchwork, and it is the thread that the fairy great-grandmother put into the hands of Curdie to guide him out of the mazes of the goblins.

6 Notes

Yet The Stones Plunge

It seems the jars
of earth
are cracked.

It seems the parts
must drift.

It seems that this
the Silent lack —
the will to will
a fall apart.

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Oxidize

It seems
the seams
must fall
in parts
and drift
to earth
to rest
apart.
The posts
will rise,
the stone
will crack.
Fondness
will plunge
in silence.