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 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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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 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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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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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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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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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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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 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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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 31, 2006 08:39 PM EDT --
Wrote this on the train this morning. Not my usual thing - more like fragments, an enjambement of random refridgerator word-magnets, inspired by a Grolle painting and dedicated to John.
The Storm
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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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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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