Anonymous asked: I was confused about all of the tweets leading up to that one, too.
Why are you asking me anonymous questions about it on Tumblr…?
Anonymous asked: What did you mean by this: twitter(.)com/PurpleLikeRawr/status/545295689333620736
did you read the other tweets leading up to that?
Rich and darkly, core secure
in imbalance, limbs loose
tumbling down a hundred drafts
to a thousand poems, each of which
once contained night, sky, chiaroscuro words—
every instance erased, leaving
thick residue, stale odor,
gray between the black and white,
melodrama hung clumsily
in…
Pssst I still have a new blog. Still check it out.
Periodically, my body laments its complexity,
longs to be made of simpler machines
like a pile of gears, tooth-
to-tooth touching and maybe moving
each other, but maybe, just counting,
in solitude, how many beautiful things
they’d managed to despise,
how many things they will love
from heated, hated spaces with each tick,
each rotation, roiling in the space
between here and caring contact;
it is too whole, too human, not to romanticize
the things that it has shed to time and fear.
Psst I have a new blog. Check it out.
Rich and darkly, core secure
in imbalance, limbs loose
tumbling down a hundred drafts
to a thousand poems, each of which
once contained night, sky, chiaroscuro words—
every instance erased, leaving
thick residue, stale odor,
gray between the black and white,
melodrama hung clumsily
in unintended echoes;
constellations of lovely nothings.
An almost shame; partly
black lace and lips, waterfalls
to the edge of existence; otherwise
partly, a filter in which everything to say
becomes nothing to communicate.
Universe orbiting me while I meanwhile
make the sun mean nothing,
throwing empty words at space
until art doesn’t happen, and stop
too soon, because art doesn’t happen,
and too late, because art doesn’t happen,
and right on time, at which point art doesn’t happen
and not trying to art but not reaching any otherwise goals,
and still, art doesn’t happen.
Page passes, incomplete returns,
paper becomes graveyard, tongue tips
hang words like dull daggers, like
ribbon-round-finger reminders of times
where points A and B didn’t quite meet.
I’m tired, if calmly dipping toes
into the edge of implosion, or if drowning
in dead skin, unresolved traumas, can be
what tired is; I’m tired,
if tired is the nexus where a million
gravities meet, none heavy enough
to move me, none light enough
to make numbness pretty enough for art
or fill spaces saturated with humid emptiness.
This is not the dry burn that leads
to a poem, a suicide, a tragedy
where you turn off all your lights,
draw in deeply, hair follicle to ribcage,
shiver.
Here there too many things to shed,
not enough layers—
not because not enough layers;
rather because I hoard
all the unnecessary parts of me
until I can fashion an artistic armor
to frame them in upon reclaiming
the sense of self to bullshit,
or realize that in the celestial,
past cloud, star, ring, flash, flesh, planet,
body, galaxy, there is disappointment
stemming all the way from me,
rich and darkly, core secure,
imbalance, loose limbs,
tilting off the edge of the world, trapping
the rush between legs, down spine,
somewhere it can’t be reached again—
only felt, longed for, another nothing,
nothing salvaged, not-quite-nostalgia,
not-quite-nothing.
Splashed in streams of light pouring from a saucer moon
I turned four in a costume from L’ecole de Danse de Madame Gerard
and learned to fly
briefly, arms outstretched
fingers grasping for wet whips of wind
until the dewey pavement beckoned me
home to a bed of gravel and a lullaby of ringing…
(Source: dysthymicdejeuner-blog)
I’ve developed a terrible attention span. I guess I’ll get up off my ass and start ranting more fully on here, maybe soon.
Konami will be holding an event celebrating the ZOE franchise this coming May 25th with a huge blowout on the upcoming ZOE HD Collection. At the event will be Kojima and several members of Kojima Productions who have worked on the ZOE series. So fans of high speed mecha combat with dazzling particle effects may want to keep an eye out around the 25th for new footage of the game and an announcement of a Collector’s Edition.
Via: Konami
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Source: galaxynextdoor)
I cocooned myself in broken oceans
and steeped in Pluto’s bitterness
to rediscover the shadows branded
in the space around my rib cage.
I drowned twice, first, and then
imploded in the ripples
of a plum wine river running
through the breaks between my joints.
Distantly, weeds…
Rereading my own writing… and actually enjoying it a little, lol. Progress