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July 23, 2007
the jewish daughter by ~kingmule is a great example of the way minimalism can create a detail-rich scene with precise word choices.
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Literature Text
The dispatched current of
his discontent;
the greater twin daughter - his relish -
divides an entire nunnery
of bogeymen
between her legs.
And it's almost mean -
that antic dress,
that endless body,
richer than rancidity;
exhausting.
his discontent;
the greater twin daughter - his relish -
divides an entire nunnery
of bogeymen
between her legs.
And it's almost mean -
that antic dress,
that endless body,
richer than rancidity;
exhausting.
Literature
Originals
Originals
The conch's twist holds
an old world. Just beyond the glossy rim
where the shell curves out of sight
a half-full bottle plunges
into the sea. The green glass
has no end, its sides spreading
light like a coloured lens. But this ocean
is a dark edge, as if eyes had never lifted
its hard dermis. A wave curls
and becomes icecream in a turqouise bowl. You
are here, looking through spirals at someone else
who is you. The bowl empties
and a cold signifier stings the skull.
This time it is no echo
of the sea's thousandfoot rush, or the tang
of stale salt inhaled from a pinkwhite lip. This time
you are there. The ic
Literature
summer children, we were'
ii.
we carved animals
from ivory castles
floating in the sun. we were
the doting spring mayflies
twisting upon meadows,
wreathing lilies between
toes, breathing --
iii.
between the sheets
of golden chaff,
she whispered, "let's dance in the rain
on the cobblestone streets
before the singing rosebud
mutes her swollen gown.'
:
past the shivering
moon we snuck
with shadows tucked
into dreams. we were
waltzing toy soldiers,
our peace-broken holster
Literature
Degrees Warped By Fragments
Degrees Do Worse Warped By Fragments
I.
I sit among a contingent of fresh-faced athletes doing mostly
Nothing,
Reading a book on the crosses of cosmogony when I feel a hand
Tapping
On my shoulder. I turn around like a toddler's wind-up toy and
Find
No face to match the arm suspended in space by something unseen
II.
Faces of clocks abound on every wall I sit across from, next to or
Near;
It makes no sense to me. Half an hour will pass before I have slept
Enough
Hours, and yet exhaustion always accompanies me, even during the
Brief
Rush of excitement I feel when the clocks cease ticking.
III.
Library books are beginning to pil
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and yes, rancidity is a real word
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the imagery in this is insane. i can't believe i've only just read your stuff now.