Tag: pre-simulation
member name: Will Evans
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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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August 06, 2006 08:58 AM EDT --
She lies prostrate, drifting into my dreams: her impudent pudenda, an open, intricately carved flower.
Bees and stinging things live within,
waiting for the soft whisper of invitation. . . .
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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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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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July 24, 2006 05:07 AM EDT --
(My first Bio-Enhancement)
In the sleek of opulent neon
canvasses bruised with cobalt
blue and viridian, your black
boxes could be mistaken for something
less modern and urgent, something
primitive or . . .
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July 26, 2006 05:56 AM EDT --
Come, night.
I see terrible things. A hand cupped, holding blood. Machinery clanking away, pieces of rust flaking and falling away, all spiralling out of control and into a void. A phone call in the afternoon. . . .
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July 26, 2006 07:42 PM EDT --
"We philosophize out of need for our own redemption."
~Fichte
"Simplifying to the extreme, I define Will Evans as incredulity toward metanarratives. . . . To the obsolescence . . .
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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 28, 2006 08:31 AM EDT --
Opsceticism
Sliding through <moment's wake>
in the statue's guestroom where
crystal lattice songs &&&
rapid writing buoy us further
a-long, having been so lexically . . .
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December 16, 2006 06:26 AM EST --
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Wedges of gestalt
between glass and steel buildings
pushing for thoughts to do more
to be both stronger and weaker
than before
not asking for changes in context
not trying to go to more board . . .
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December 18, 2006 12:15 AM EST --
To be made incapable of dreams of
thinking that commandment which is not true
commandment of Elohim
for a word . . .
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October 04, 2006 08:56 PM EDT --
"One may give up the desire to control sound, clear his mind of music, and set about discovering means to let sounds be themselves rather than vehicles for man-made theories or expressions of human . . .
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December 09, 2006 04:51 PM EST --
I never considered myself an intellectual. I never saw myself as being capable of “deep thoughts,” so on this Saturday, as I sit here with camomille tea, the Decemberists playing, and a rampant . . .
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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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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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December 14, 2006 06:28 AM EST --
dreams of blue paper dolls
(original death bundle of words)
the peeled brushed steel, silicon ganglion in my head
is walled untitled & towers . . .
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June 24, 2006 09:05 AM EDT --
Spareness
Is not something that most poets aspire to.
Neither is heaven. Neither is Evans' latest work.
Noematic Phenomenology is a new work of the pre-simulationist poet Will Evans. First . . .
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