June 2012
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May 2012
15 posts
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soredemonao replied to your quote: Many pro authors say you should try a dumb trick… Now try doing it left handed
Done. ;)
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“Many pro authors say you should try a dumb trick if your writing is moving...”
– The Wheel Of Fortune Comment Moderation System – Andy Ihnatko’s Celestial Waste of Bandwidth (BETA)
A great post on website comments that introduced me to a new idea.
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When it rains...
There’s probably a world with gasoline-filled fountain pens and phosphorus quills.
And, in that world, Anons dominate the spilled ink tag.
Just sayin’.
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“Answer syndrome is the affliction of the hyper-educated, the detail-oriented,...”
– Do You Suffer From Answer Syndrome?
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Our Return from Spectrum
We had an amazing time at Spectrum. It was inspiring to see and talk to so many artists that are actively moving forward with their work. Just looking at the level of technique displayed made me want to go home and create. I’m so thrilled that Kansas City got a chance to host this festival.
We ended up getting quite a few smaller prints. The artists at the show were selling things at...
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Spectrum Art Live →
We’re headed off to Spectrum this morning. Looks like a pretty amazing con…
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Appendix A. (Revision)
There’s a mirror-man,
with dark, rough hands,
in the theatre of retrospect
cueing our fine intros.
His cane swings to still stuttering lips,
his over-weight pride en-lightens.
Destroyer and builder
in turns I smile and fight him
as his bruised hands beckon the next act.
Stage lights flare precisely
as our players praise the night,
the curtain falls amid
each improv soliloquy.
...
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pseud0nymph:
Rest in peace, Maurice Sendak.
We need more Wild Things like him…
http://www.nytimes.com/2012/05/09/books/maurice-sendak-childrens-author-dies-at-83.html
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April 2012
32 posts
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Express/Shun
Sometimes outlets
are a perilous affair.
Flirting fixtures,
wary wall-plates—
edges stained with paint.
But floorboards are
better than bookshelves.
Carpet than cabinet
and vanity.
I swore off Swarovski
long ago.
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Mid-Spring
A sunny, April day
should never be spent stressing
more than syllables.
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Currently
Under the crests,
into the trough,
succumbing to
a lesser loss.
You’re fielding crops
as the soil
exhausts.
Salt water
on our heads,
and in our eyes,
withers every stalk.
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Why, Elle? Why? - or Riley and Shyla
Wryly, the bashful.
Shyly, the rash.
Slipped on a part
when roles were cast.
Wry, to cry and to sigh.
Shy, to fight not take flight.
Writhing and Shriven,
their fate is a given.
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Eliminating Words from the English Language →
The nominations piled up, in the hundreds and then the thousands. People who like words, as it turns out, also hate words. Superfluous adverbs took a beating: people unloaded on “literally” and “actually.” One woman challenged anyone to think of a case in which a deleted “actually” changed the meaning of the sentence. But there’s reason and then there’s rhythm, and “actually” is actually useful as...
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Oxidate
Quixotic,
the oldest fables
rise as dross.
The faith is frayed,
luke-warm, and
destined for the flame.
Pathetic kettles evenly
pour blame.
A righteous rage
half-hearted and untoward.
Forsaken, sickened, ancient.
The Rust will reign.
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a snippet
Mr. Polo cried “Marco”
and slapped his own back,
“the tricks of your trade routes
are under attack.”
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The Alchemists Aim for Altitude
The laughter starts
just as they make
the hard ascent,
they wryly trample
past the groves,
their mirth wells up at
stunted pines on rocks,
they gasp and cough
as air grows cold.
The summit shines
for lasting want
of devastation.
A note is taken,
soon to be addressed.
A pike is standing
up with headway,
spiked to smite
all past regrets.
Their aspirations rage and lurk
beneath...
“With success comes a level of sadness. You think, ‘I’ll reach this goal, and...”
– Mad Men’s Pete Campbell: An interview with Vincent Kartheiser (via merlin)
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Too Much for Today
It’s all too sad. So little time to say hi.
To the editors, thank you. To the new and shiny ones, I look forward to seeing you on my dash.
To the absent souls, stop it.
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Formative
I felt it
move beneath,
your skin
a sort of sheath —
retaining hate.
Porcelain
and cubes
and shivers sink as
thoughts release.
As you wait to wake,
your givens break,
soaking the sheets.
Hardness under
fingers pressed,
malignant whims,
the absence of Dream.
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Paging Waste
Knowledge breaks
on rakish faces.
Tines abate on plates
and fruited plains.
Celestial stains
as wounded sparrows leap.
The legend sinks
and North is
out of place.
Abate, abate.
The hook is relegated,
bookshelves dusted bloody
as we wait.
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Foci
After we met,
I swore “eclipse”
would never
darken these lines.
I suspect my vow
is suspect.
For this round
I’m circumspect.
That you were
never the mean.
On average,
that’s what I meant.
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Scornful Forms
A poem posing as a ruckus, 1
a sonnet boldly staging brawls,
our traumas trussed up elegiac,
the villain of the villanelle is all.
A quick collab. with Soredemonao based on a single phrase that caught my fancy. Hers in italic. ↩
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readingwritingandarithmetic replied to your post: He does what he does. I do what I do. Never the… They should!
Ah, but the centre cannot hold.
Either for the twain to meet (which I know you didn’t mean). Or for improvements. ;)
So mere anarchy is loosed upon the algorithm.
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“OH, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,
Till Earth...”
– The Ballad of East and West - Rudyard Kipling
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He does what he does. I do what I do. Never the twain shall meet.
I’m just saying, Tumblr, fix your recommendation engine…
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Water's Weight
Never darken meanings,
though the times might
stretch your neck.
For faces, fate and fingers,
face and fate relate, align.
Down it till they found,
and now, of course, it founders.
All the fondest matters faint.
Honestly, I never
found you to my water’s
weight or taste,
but grateful teeth
survey you.
Since I’ve found you…
can’t relate.
When I read
the...
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Caduceus
Serpents taunting,
mercury unbinds
the silver spheres
that populate her vines.
Sconces twisted,
candles on their sides,
baubles rob
her faint reserves of time.
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Grim
Glasses bent
and tumblers
in the drink,
sinking with
abrasive appliqués.
Attention spent
on petty frames
and fickle games
that add their worth
in cents.
Brooding, sick,
silken thick,
braided tendrils twist
around your neck.
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Epics
We toured the ages
writing as we went,
scribing out
incredulous events.
Carved dark mazes in our rage,
conjured minotaurs from sage.
But dreamers melted as
we turned away.
All innocence must fade.
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Imperiled
A simple night by far.
A thoughtful sigh
at hates left on
your plate.
Aye, on your plate.
Fabric at your thigh
aligned too simply.
A risk among the strict,
starred eyes stray
for trysts, careening
fingers twist
and softly sigh.
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Just Learned What Duck Soup Means
I pledge to refrain from using it in anything that’s punny. Though it drives me to despair…
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Another Angle
These are the things
(you know) with wings,
that still get in the way.
The slattern brings
a higher means,
sets nobler laws in play.
These are.
These scenes.
These simple dreams
of maps as cabaret.
So sing and wait
for duller days,
as such, someone
must pay.
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Ion
Crazed,
the hidden mass.
Dazed kids,
their hazel ids
an energetic blaze.
Self, a potent
maskerade.
The hazy maiden skips
unstable states.
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Hydrophobia
I was thinking last night about how Old Yeller is such an extension of some of the vampire and zombie archetypes.
The corruption of trust and love; an insidious change in what we once thought was immutable. It follows the branching flow of the (in)sanity mentioned in that quote.
“Death, monsters, blood, insanity-it’s not always about evil. It can often times...”
– (via tali42)
March 2012
24 posts
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Sea Foam Remnants
The ground was scraped away.
It’s over.
It was wrought
in other timelines.
Particles and half-lives
belayed our fate.
Other times, unknown days,
the vague scent of memories
decayed.
Branching paths beneath the haze
and limbs the winds must break.
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