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GardenIf only I'd preservedGarden
that picket-fenced paradise of spent Crape-Myrtle petals,
and snapped grass blades that smelled of meadow air, instead of draining its dirt in the hot dusks of youth:
I stabbed at the foot-stamped vaults with brittle-tipped hand shovels and bent-clawed prongs, leaving no place a secret,
I checked the soil's pulse with the writhing lumps of fat-bellied grubs, not wondering what they'd become if left to incubate
in the cool folds of earth,
I was enamored with hinge ichor, drinking in the rust
by ~DarlingDante
Fruit Before the FamishedThey said the garden had long since vanishedFruit Before the Famished
(and all enduring paths to Paradise)
as if it were fruit before the famished.
And the Mother of Men bit and blandished,
feeding the first and final divine vice. They said the garden had long since vanished.
And the newly reeling race, the banished,
would yearn for forever forgotten spice
as if it were fruit before the famished.
And the shadows of stars stirred and brandished the high vaults of Heaven's formless device.
They said the garden had long since vanished.
And those in the throes of lus
by ~DarlingDante
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Wonderland WordspillDreams of children contain silly things. Like flying teacups and daffodil rings. And in these dreams, the rings do sing and translate into sound playgrounds only for children to drink.Wonderland Wordspill
In the playground, I do remember, not a mild, quaint September, but a forest thick with trees and leaves and fire bees that drew banners behind quiet ember.
There, cats wear clothes, and never lock their doors. Even the boogiemen sleep with teddy bears wrapped in their boney claws.
Since then, boogiemen’s claws have given way to briefcases and ties. Teacups wings fade to simple packets of leaves. Cats in trousers feel
by =bekkia
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- Interests: Reading, writing, music, whiskey and physics. Yup, that sums me up nicely.
- Favourite movie: The Fountain, Blade Runner, A Scanner Darkly, and I'm sure many more than this bar can hold.
- Favourite band or musician: The Birthday Massacre, Arcade Fire, Lacuna Coil, Say Anything, Opeth. There are really just too many
- Favourite poet or writer: Ray Bradbury
- Favourite cartoon character: Spike Spiegel (of Cowboy Bebop)
- Personal Quote: Whatever happens, happens.
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Whenever I need something brilliant, I will search and search for something with usually not much luck. Then I find myself returning to the stuff that inspired me in the first place and am usually amazed more than I was initially.
I always come back to Henry Miller and Vladimir Nabokov and Anais Nin and Milan Kundera and Ovid's erotic poems.
But this is all old news to you, I'm sure.
Oh god, I forgot, if you want to read something brilliant, pick up a copy of Frida Kahlo's diary. It breaks my heart. I keep it by my bed.
I might be writing again, and am reading at a pretty incredible pace (for me). Joyce's Ulysses needed a reread, and I've torn up all of Tobias Wolff's stuff. Now I'm back to Hecht and Faulkner.
I'll look into those among your list that I haven't yet read.
How are you? I miss my e-lover.
I'm going to give you what I deem a holy shit: "the conversations inside the car were like great wood eyes and, driving west over Iowa, the evening was always air vague with towns, blue fences, and crossroads vacant of cars."
That's loooong, but I liked it.
I'm going to keep going.
"The water ground rusting ships to powder and mixed the smell of iron and lost buoyancy up in the wind. That wet penny smell made its way through the slowly splintering baseboards and soaked into every fiber of the house."
I'm going to keep going.
I NO WONDERFUL. I A MONSTER. LOL !
HW R U?
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