Tag: will evans
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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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 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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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 13, 2007 08:29 AM EDT --
The saga continues - Ignoring all rationality and responding only to the lobbying of the RIAA, an arbitration committee in Washington DC has drastically increased the licensing fees Internet radio sites . . .
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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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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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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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