O Demogorgon
At the point
Of origin lies
Recurrence
An unmasking
of the essential
Inversion of genesis
Contriving illusionary
Dichotomies out
of beginings
and ends.
Of origin lies
Recurrence
An unmasking
of the essential
Inversion of genesis
Contriving illusionary
Dichotomies out
of beginings
and ends.
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from the land of Oregon
and the beats are gone!
As laid out in Genesis
your poetry is prescient
to make a fine essence
Just thought i'd mention
; )
nice to meet you poet !
you seem to have some literary prowess
have you studied english? myth? creative writing?
anyway, thanks for offering friendship.
it is mutual
BTW Lawrence Ferlinghetti of City Lights Books beats in San Fransisco is now 100 !!
https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2019/mar/19/lawrence-ferlinghetti-turns-100-interview-city-lights
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I did study Creative Writing, at Ohio University-Athens, graduating in 2012, however, fat lot of good that has done for me. . . at this point in my life I have made approximately $5.91 from writing, in total! Not that writing is about money though, far from it. . . Quite the opposite, in fact. . . Especially if we want to give Ferlinghetti the revolution he has been waiting for, no? Also, I dig your riff on this one! 'Demi-gorgon of origin from the land of Oregon' is where it's at, man!
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as a painter, sound is like colour, it has moods and emotions and paints images and associations, i guess
that's why i am so attracted to music as well
thanks for your friendship. it's mutual
regards
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A Black, E white, I red, U green, O blue : vowels,
I shall tell, one day, of your mysterious origins:
A, black velvety jacket of brilliant flies
Which buzz around cruel smells,
Gulfs of shadow; E, whiteness of vapours and of tents,
Lances of proud glaciers, white kings, shivers of cow-parsley;
I, purples, spat blood, smile of beautiful lips
In anger or in the raptures of penitence;
U, waves, divine shudderings of viridian seas,
The peace of pastures dotted with animals, the peace of the furrows
Which alchemy prints on broad studious foreheads;
O, sublime Trumpet full of strange piercing sounds,
Silences crossed by Worlds and by Angels:
O the Omega, the violet ray of Her Eyes!
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