Tag: stream of consciousness
member name: Will Evans
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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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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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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 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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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 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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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 13, 2006 04:47 AM EDT --
"The words we call expressions of aesthetic judgement play a very complicated rôle, but a very definite rôle, in what we call a culture of a period. To describe their use or to describe . . .
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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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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 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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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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December 16, 2006 06:26 AM EST --
1.
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 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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November 30, 2006 06:23 AM EST --
" . . . it will not be regarded as a breach of decorum on my part to show the modus operandi by which some one of my own works was put together. I select 'The Raven,' as most . . .
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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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