Tag: poetry
member name: Will Evans
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November 16, 2006 09:19 PM EST --
I lay awake — your flame my only triumph.
Beside you, the kingdom beyond the grave is nothing,
to the embracing desert.
When your eyes are closed
the earth veiled.
Warriors of the drunkenness . . .
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July 01, 2006 04:58 PM EDT --
"No Muse-poet grows conscious of the Muse except by experience of a woman in whom the Goddess is to some degree resident; just as no Apollonian poet can perform his proper function unless he lives . . .
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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 05, 2006 10:40 AM EST --
Avant You
avant i want
& if you
i am becoming
my love's dying
body okra tomatoes
sweet corn sunflower
to my sin, love . . .
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May 19, 2007 01:27 PM EDT --
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I hate writing poetry. I hate opening myself up to everyone here on Gather because it is conservative to say that ninety-nine percent of you will never get me, and perhaps . . .
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July 01, 2006 08:29 AM EDT --
"The goddess took her dark veil, than which there can be no robe more sombre, and went forth with fleet Iris leading the way before her."
(Iliad, Book XXIV)
Goddess of TCP/IP
Deluded promontories . . .
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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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June 17, 2006 09:20 AM EDT --
For Aaron, On the Yahrzeit *
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A Mourning Song
go down to the sea
Yisgadal v'yiskadash sh'mei rabbaw
B'allmaw dee v'raw chir'usei
to celebrate . . .
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July 06, 2006 05:00 AM EDT --
"I accept chaos. I am not sure whether it accepts me. I know some people are terrified of the bomb. But then some people are terrified to be seen carrying a modern screen magazine. Experience teaches . . .
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September 27, 2006 05:54 AM EDT --
I have been in desparate need to return and edit work that I have not looked at in more 6 months. This editing process is actually theuraputic, and allows me to pick out the pieces I like and make them . . .
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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 15, 2006 06:37 AM EST --
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re-mixed morning, flowing filled of threshold. one is still hungry, evoking ends between wake & Id,
and memory. I connect the night - moment . . .
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November 16, 2006 02:10 AM EST --
I know. (oh - dedicated to Amy George and her Husband)
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Really. You all know, or at least agree in dark cafes that Will is unable to write, and these words we call expressions . . .
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November 18, 2006 02:08 PM EST --
"Nothing is more bourgeois than to be afraid to look bourgeois."
—Tom Wolfe (The Painted Word. Stated in regard to Andy Warhol.)
Insomnia
Dedicated to Jessie Rae, an amazing singer, . . .
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July 29, 2006 03:51 PM EDT --
Dedicated to Ludolf Grolle de Rochefort. A humbled thanks for posting your art on Gather so that it could inspire beauty, joy, lust and sorrow.
~ will evans 2006
Maupassant's Garden*
In your paintings . . .
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August 06, 2006 05:14 PM EDT --
(I almost forgot, but didn't. I knew this was half-dormant, in the back of my mind, the unaccessed parts of my memory's hard drive. Guess she deserves a day in the sun. This is unique . . .
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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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October 11, 2006 04:50 AM EDT --
"He tried to weigh his soul to see if it was a poet's soul. Melancholy was the dominant note of his temperament, he thought, but it was melancholy tempered by recurrences of faith and resignation . . .
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June 27, 2006 05:01 AM EDT --
"Still, if sins are forgiven,
that is, if souls break even
with flesh elsewhere, this joint,
too, must be enjoyed
as afterlife's sweet parlor
where, in the clouded squalor,
saints and . . .
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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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