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The process of nocturnal migration, stumbling blind,
wary of grasslands and predators stalking.
Feelings of being stalked can cause you agoraphobia and
social anxiety, the need to hide or to exercise uncontrollably
until your body-fat dips so low, you’re fainting all over town;
fainting in lectures, in traffic, at the bar, fainting at bookstores
as your body slams into the girl with the long skirt
and the hardcover copy of One Hundred Years of Solitude
you were holding makes a purple ruin of her big toe.
She drinks gross supermarket wine for the pain;
she drinks gross supermarket wine all the time—
and eats nothing but raw hot-dogs after dark.
Feeding during the day is another advantage
nocturnal migrants have—as it is preventing potential overheating,
and you know nothing is hotter than
raw hot-dog flavored kisses in idiotically clichéd places like
the laundromat or the cemetery.
Crows and ravens don’t spend their lives in cemeteries,
they’re actually notable short-distance migrants. Yet the ancient
believed them to be minor deities, holy messengers,
traveling through spiritual realms and the ages of men.
In fact, they do migrate back and forth future and past,
delivering cosmic tidings ensconced in velvety gloom;
they stop at your window to tell your eight-year-old self
that a food stinking drunk will stomp on your heart ten years later.
Of course you don’t listen, you are too busy cowering
pathetically under the covers.
wary of grasslands and predators stalking.
Feelings of being stalked can cause you agoraphobia and
social anxiety, the need to hide or to exercise uncontrollably
until your body-fat dips so low, you’re fainting all over town;
fainting in lectures, in traffic, at the bar, fainting at bookstores
as your body slams into the girl with the long skirt
and the hardcover copy of One Hundred Years of Solitude
you were holding makes a purple ruin of her big toe.
She drinks gross supermarket wine for the pain;
she drinks gross supermarket wine all the time—
and eats nothing but raw hot-dogs after dark.
Feeding during the day is another advantage
nocturnal migrants have—as it is preventing potential overheating,
and you know nothing is hotter than
raw hot-dog flavored kisses in idiotically clichéd places like
the laundromat or the cemetery.
Crows and ravens don’t spend their lives in cemeteries,
they’re actually notable short-distance migrants. Yet the ancient
believed them to be minor deities, holy messengers,
traveling through spiritual realms and the ages of men.
In fact, they do migrate back and forth future and past,
delivering cosmic tidings ensconced in velvety gloom;
they stop at your window to tell your eight-year-old self
that a food stinking drunk will stomp on your heart ten years later.
Of course you don’t listen, you are too busy cowering
pathetically under the covers.
Writing (reading) tip for desk potatos.
Ok so in the span of two years I've dutifully read several books, and have filled a wheelbarrow load worth of writing journals (granted 99.999 % of it is poop, but at least it's kept me in the habit of writing constantly.) A fellow writer, and recently acquired friend, was a bit puzzled as to how I managed this proficiency - and was baffled by the simplicity of my "secret", confiding to me that it totally worked for her.
So here it is... Stand up. Really just stand on you feet while you write/read, preferably having your screen (book) at eye level or a bit higher so you get a good posture. the straighter you stand the better you can breath o
L'etoile de Cayrel.
So this morning I finished reading this french novel called La Vie Dévant Soi by Roman Gary. It's the story of the relationship between an orphan boy and this Jewish woman who is sort of his foster mother. The book is written in first person, from the boy's POV --he happens to be a pretty unreliable narrator. Which imo makes the narrative interesting and funny, though sometimes a bit silly, even to the point where I thought it was somewhat distracting. Just now however, the full weight of the novel hit me like a freaking harpoon through the chest. There is this line that says "on ne peut pas vivre sans quelqu'un à aimer" "one ca
Xenon (Tribute to mina12310)
OK so mina12310 (https://www.deviantart.com/mina12310)~mina12310 (https://www.deviantart.com/mina12310) has this gorgeous plethora of visual art on her gallery, her stuff moved me so much that I couldn't keep myself from wanting to honor such beautiful work.
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This pic called "Arches" is the one I'm dedicating this humble tribute to:
Xenon
Wink sky, open crystal blinds,
She
in the nick of time
to catch the city—
and the gleam that mirrors it—
concealing their names
inside a nest
of freshly cast steel
where pilgrims fledge
and untether themselves
from ground-bound space
and its weight in grams,
a place for souls
to be sculpted
anew—ablaze with holy
refraction index
down a
Mass Extinctions and Emily Dickinson
Mass Extinctions_Jul 11 From Letters to thy beloved_In *closet hidden notebooks-Entry 700
VI.
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
From Emily Dickinson's Series One Part I: Life.
Dear Emily:
Your proverbial fainting robin took many forms during my childhood. Stray pets, food-industry innocents massacred, domestic animal cruelty, injured wild life and even the occasional unlucky bug—witnessing it all would always break my young, tender heart; until I realized the weight of that wo
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