Tag: my madness
member name: Will Evans
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October 28, 2006 02:19 PM EDT --
I am writing something. Not a swan song, and not, not me. But - I will post it here - every stanza - as it happens. And finally. Some.Of.You.May.Comment.
That too, will go into the next stanza. And. &&& . . .
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November 10, 2006 01:52 AM EST --
skyglass over newbury street,
bustle under blank.
an intrigue, really,
this clarity tracing
serpentine maple branches,
this grand merci and silence,
for all that, some say, good news.
I'm serving . . .
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November 02, 2006 08:56 AM EST --
The universe slumped in a hammock devising ingenious new ways to break our
hearts, her robe parting suggestively at her forked and dangling legs.
Between the serene hammock and the storm-gashed spasm . . .
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October 06, 2006 06:06 AM EDT --
Set <me> @flame
decentralized decay
Ardent Urgent Urban
goto burn your quivering lip : a rose
is // de-con.structing * paX
Pass.ions
for Control /?/ Surveillance
or.but.and
. . .
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January 13, 2007 07:01 AM EST --
"By the way, if you think you don't need to read Pynchon's "Against the Day," someone needs to give you a fuckin' second smile and leave your body to marinate in the gutters . . .
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November 27, 2007 06:13 AM EST --
"Those Whispers just as you have fallen or falling asleep – what are they and whence?" - Samuel Taylor Coleridge
"Oh, I quite realize no one here will read this, at least . . .
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November 06, 2006 11:43 AM EST --
to turn from which is love, the mind
finding without that wall at which to thrust itself
itself and, my tongue as . . .
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October 06, 2006 05:41 AM EDT --
demons of syntax whom we immolate
but cannot hope to equal
those sysadmins who invent sim worlds in words
we listen
to outspoken sin/sys/sim
there are those
who think by dichotomous opposition
. . .
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October 07, 2006 08:27 AM EDT --
forming constants
* my *
Reflections
are for you the only
* evidence of my *
Fragmentation
my desires . . . my divine
rule : your heavens
*
your spheres are
in . . .
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October 07, 2006 02:56 PM EDT --
I
Syntax, dear friend,
writhes as you did and do;
for to write is to choose at the cross-roads
both true,
and untrue; and I doubt my love,
just as I desire . . .
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October 31, 2006 06:25 AM EST --
Vapid Musings and What Not
Dedicated to Melissa, The Gorgeous Red Head.
What with nothin' ventured, nothing gained, and my goings on are wrought with ambivalence to the living (and . . .
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November 10, 2006 02:18 AM EST --
Chapter 1
I contemplate a lot while walking, air darkening, and I feel the chill on my cheeks, finger's a bit numb, but perspiration beading on my brow.
I'm here. there . . .
Below Boylston . . .
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November 17, 2006 09:27 AM EST --
Special Note To PreSims: This meditation on Self as Poetica was written after a discussion with JW about Descarte's Méditations Metaphysiques (1647) otherwise known as Meditations On First Philosophy, . . .
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October 29, 2007 05:45 AM EDT --
Author Note: [This Third Space seems to be the only place where people like Alex, John, Boris and many other great, talented people are thinking about the meta-abstraction of identity in virtual . . .
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December 27, 2006 06:15 AM EST --
Dedicated to JFWalter, who understands the Ecstacy of the Extreme, as well as a re-centering of the decentered, and to Laura, aurora musis amica, who is helping me to find the quiet, the sublime. So let . . .
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October 06, 2006 09:15 PM EDT --
immensity of defensible spaces
is my own world's * symbolic : perception
as with the tender ashes mixed
in lust's * cold blue flame
(my own secret|my burning coal) is lastly
all baser passions.. . . .
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October 07, 2006 07:53 AM EDT --
remaining emptiness
ever this : her glistening
breasts which in rich
aroma
favoured * Setting <her> @flame :
a star divines its spinning
within . . . hyperbolic as woven
in the . . .
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December 31, 2006 11:13 PM EST --
This seems to be the only place where someone is thinking about the meta-abstraction of self in virtual worlds - I continue my discussion of identity and self - might as well since everyone seems asleep . . .
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October 29, 2007 11:10 PM EDT --
[Author Note: I wrote this one year ago today, and decided to give it another look, and try to clean up some of the syntactic and rhythmic issues I had with it the last time I tackled it.]
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November 06, 2006 11:15 AM EST --
Written in Hull, and dedicated to my dear friend.
My - mind dances as
subset of an
other poem evidenced
breathing forth sounding
out that . . .
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