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Oh, admit this, man, there's no point in poetry if you withhold the truth once you've come by it. – Alden Nowlan. November 12, 2015. Stings down my finger,. It’s sister down my cheek. An Open Poem to Myself. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
Excoriation | Ephemeral Catharsis
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Oh, admit this, man, there's no point in poetry if you withhold the truth once you've come by it. – Alden Nowlan. April 25, 2016. From man-made injury,. As with a razor blade. A proof of dedication,. Of success over failure,. Over sinking into an emotionless pit. A drop of fire blood. Pulsing and pulsing with. My whole body behind it. The deep, dull sting –. The pain that’s. Farther, tighter, closer. Than I thought I could stand. A sting, and. And the horizon of fire spreads. And swallows my ring finger.
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Oh, admit this, man, there's no point in poetry if you withhold the truth once you've come by it. – Alden Nowlan. February 11, 2017. It’s not real. Frantically shakes my shirt collar,. Shake harder until it becomes. Panic Oh God no. Inward sweat trickles,. My inside eyes widen,. Dart side to side. Protect and avoid,. Please secure your own mask. Tighten the straps and deep breaths,. Suffocate yourself with the cloudy frenzy. Now put it away, slam the drawer into oblivion. No matter what. April 25, 2016.
Intimacy | Ephemeral Catharsis
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Oh, admit this, man, there's no point in poetry if you withhold the truth once you've come by it. – Alden Nowlan. November 9, 2015. It’s smooth surface smiles at you with. Three triangular freckles,. Which I give you. This kind of touch). Is kind, but the responsibility. I couldn’t do. Isn’t this enough? There’s a chalk line up and down. As a maple leaf from summer to fall. Calloused experience separates from. Innocent reception. Onus shifts. My fingernails are merely. Witnesses, vain ornamentation.
An Open Poem to Myself | Ephemeral Catharsis
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Oh, admit this, man, there's no point in poetry if you withhold the truth once you've come by it. – Alden Nowlan. An Open Poem to Myself. April 23, 2016. I am the wind whistling through a cold, narrow tunnel. I am a petal on a daisy, clinging by a thread in the breeze. I am a deer in the meadow, timidly wandering in beauty. I am a crack of lightening in a warm summer storm. I am a string of pearls draped around a delicate neck. I am that song you heard once and barely remember, but cannot forget. You are...
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Momo | Laughing Like Mad (as you strangle the captain)
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Laughing Like Mad (as you strangle the captain). Artist, writer - About as verbally graceful as a drunken dock worker. I write poetry like a 16 year-old Patti Smith wannabe and (in spite of myself) can once in a while will say something quick-witted and brilliant and far out of date. That primordial glue that sticks. To the nerves of every adult unsure of their youth. Clutching tattered belongings too old to be cute. Or scraped to death. Righteous to find the hidden moments behind. For another warm day.
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Seventeen | Laughing Like Mad (as you strangle the captain)
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Laughing Like Mad (as you strangle the captain). Black and white stockings buried deep inside the dresser drawer. Tagged on an adolescence reciting guts and miming dolls. Not shamed enough in bedrooms to counteract the public toll. Of pirouetting revolutionists praising bongs and Nico whores. They say Excuse my misplaced manners but i’m afraid we aren’t the pack. Of creatures you’ve been looking for — your bark is much to flat. A cough a drag a pinch. Of fabric swept away inside their faux moleskins.
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Inspiration (With A Gun To It’s Head) | Laughing Like Mad (as you strangle the captain)
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Laughing Like Mad (as you strangle the captain). Inspiration (With A Gun To It’s Head). 8220;Visual art and writing don’t exist on an aesthetic hierarchy that positions one above the other, because each is capable of things the other can’t do at all. Sometimes one picture is equal to 30 pages of discourse, just as there are things images are completely incapable of communicating.”. William S. Burroughs. March 19, 2015. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).
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3. | Laughing Like Mad (as you strangle the captain)
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Laughing Like Mad (as you strangle the captain). Eager and timely from years of. Hanging off arm of sluggish spouse. Which vice could it be? Blossoming in her belly. Lets hope this one can at least count to three. March 21, 2015. Inspiration (With A Gun To It’s Head). Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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Dust | Laughing Like Mad (as you strangle the captain)
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Laughing Like Mad (as you strangle the captain). Back off, unsung hero. Take this beaten ego to your grave. No one likes a winner. When you’re fighting for dust instead of a name. Run down for a night cap. Run fast far out of this cold, cold town. Of a million shrilling voices. Bellowing fire at the whore on the bound. And dust will always scold us. About the good times and the bad. Boiling in the midnight sun. As greedy vultures guide us back. Words and the things. March 17, 2015. Enter your comment here.
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A Quick Dig In The Paint Bin | Laughing Like Mad (as you strangle the captain)
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Laughing Like Mad (as you strangle the captain). A Quick Dig In The Paint Bin. And no one fucking cares. Anyway – Here is a look at some artwork I’ve been accumulating these past few days since I took an unplanned two-month hiatus on anything involving ink bottles and repetitive cross-hatching. Alas, I am back at work (digitally, this time), but my drive still feels overheated so most of the stuff I make is staying in the garage for work. Progress even Congress would applaud. March 5, 2015.
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toys | Laughing Like Mad (as you strangle the captain)
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Laughing Like Mad (as you strangle the captain). That primordial glue that sticks. To the nerves of every adult unsure of their youth. Clutching tattered belongings too old to be cute. Or scraped to death. Righteous to find the hidden moments behind. A clockwork of nostalgia still too ripe to deny. That we’re all a ceramic figure. Sitting on the same IKEA shelf. Either waiting to be understood, or to be packed away. For another warm day. In the hands of a future we. October 25, 2016.
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I Know What You Did Last Summer | Bosnian Beauty Pics
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Bosnian tourism, nature and beauty pics. Welcome! I Know What You Did Last Summer. December 25, 2014. December 25, 2014. Wooden Churh from 1856. 39 miles south of Prijedor, NW Bosnia. The numbers lead a dance – 2014 in review →. 2 thoughts on “ I Know What You Did Last Summer. December 25, 2014 at 10:47 pm. Gorgeous. There’s something so compelling about old buildings, especially old churches or castles. Liked by 1 person. December 29, 2014 at 10:47 am. So serene. Amazing. Liked by 1 person.
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A Snail | My Lovely Whimsical Mind
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My Lovely Whimsical Mind. Self-Written Poetry, Short Stories, and Creative Nonfiction. A shell for a home. Slowly I walk to nowhere. No worry of time. June 15, 2014. One Comment to “A Snail”. December 13, 2014 at 1:34 am. This is so provoking, I love the image it conjures. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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Mot de passe :. J'ai oublié mon mot de passe. On est 2 potesse : léounne et bibite! Vnez ns mettre des com svpppp . Salu o filles dont l'amitié n'est pa éphémère comme la vie du papillon! Bizzz à: alizouille, stef, zoé, ddl, lydou, linou, aurorichou and vincianoooouuuu. Mise à jour :. Abonne-toi à mon blog! Mais qui est cette petite frimousse? Et bien c'est LEA! Mais celle ci n'est pas rousse xD)! C'est ma petite cousine =D! Bon alors petit résumé de la personne :. Elle a les mots qui vous rassurent.
EphemeralBytes | Where new and old media live in harmony…
Where new and old media live in harmony…. Skip to primary content. Skip to secondary content. 1 Song, 4 Minutes and 40 Memes. November 12, 2011. If you think you’re a meme expert than, boy oh boy, do we have the video for you. The GAG Quartet has put together a veritable meme-fest a 4-minute song featuring over 40 memes, from Nyan Cat to Troll Face, Trololo Guy, Numa Numa, Rebecca Black’s Friday and more… [via SocialTimes.com. 8220;You’re a vixen, Amy Farrah Fowler! The Big Bang Theory. I’m on Etsy!
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ephemeralcartographies | rio de janeiro august 21st-22nd 2015
Rio de janeiro august 21st-22nd 2015. Mapping Ephemeralities / Ephemeral Cartographies. Is a workshop organized by the International Cartographic Association. ICA) Commissions on Maps and Society and Art and Cartography ( Rio de Janeiro, August 21-22, 2015. It will take place prior to the 27th International Cartographic Convention. August 23-28th, 2015). Universidade do Estado do Rio de Janeiro) in the auditorium of the cultural department building. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.
Ephemeral Cas | A place where combobulation, confusion, and chaos get explored and sometimes molded into insight and wisdom.
A place where combobulation, confusion, and chaos get explored and sometimes molded into insight and wisdom. Skip to primary content. Skip to secondary content. October 15, 2014. I Love. Salads. Probably more than any person I know. I pretty much eat a salad at least once a day. Here is a pretty picture of one I recently made. It has homegrown alfalfa sprouts, and everything else is from my CSA. Wish I Could Eat This Every Night. September 24, 2014. September 18, 2014. September 17, 2014. I want to help ...
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Ephemeral Catharsis | "Oh, admit this, man, there's no point in poetry if you withhold the truth once you've come by it." – Alden Nowlan
Oh, admit this, man, there's no point in poetry if you withhold the truth once you've come by it. – Alden Nowlan. April 25, 2016. From man-made injury,. As with a razor blade. A proof of dedication,. Of success over failure,. Over sinking into an emotionless pit. A drop of fire blood. Pulsing and pulsing with. My whole body behind it. The deep, dull sting –. The pain that’s. Farther, tighter, closer. Than I thought I could stand. A sting, and. And the horizon of fire spreads. And swallows my ring finger.
Ephemeral Chaos
Wednesday, May 03, 2017. Last winter, my mom asked me to knit her a swiffer cover when I was visiting. We went out and got yarn and needles, and I was able to work one up pretty quickly. Later, I spotted some Red Heart Scrubby yarn and thought it would make a perfect cover. Approximate Finished Size: 10.5' x 6". Red Heart Yarns Scrubby: 1 skein. Needles: one set of US 8. Yarn needle to weave in ends. Gauge: 4 sts per inch. CO: cast-on or cast-off. 7-letter Deborah, never a Deb. Sunday, March 12, 2017.
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Ephemeral Classics | Floral Designs for the Bibliophile
Floral Designs for the Bibliophile. February 28, 2015. My work in flowers started as a fluke. To my surprise, the evanescence of flowers has become something that I love about them. I find their impermanence poetic a reminder of the fleeting nature of existence itself. They remind us to stay present and live life fully. They remind us to appreciate the here and now. My idea for this project came from reading Daphne du Maurier’s. This blog is an outlet for those projects. Thoughts on the book itself and a...
