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This Is Just To Speak On A Thousand Martyred Plums

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A thousand martyrs have made and sacrificed desire. A thousand beauties have betrayed That languish resistless fire. This untamed heart by hand has brought and fixed many a wild wandering thought.

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This, that being they, broadly, thought they were swell and swallowed many plums, those relatives cherries firing sprays of juices, That, used to it, housed within the crisper drawer which opened before the freezer

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I never vowed to sigh in vain Yet both, though false, were well received. You’re fair-pleased to give pain. What they wish is soon to be believed. And though talked-about wounds smart, Your love’s pleasures only touched your heart.

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Given their location, there is little room, likely, aside from here, for breaking my next fast

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Alone shall glory spoil, And always laughing must we bore away, For triumphs, without pain or toil, Without is hell, and in heaven joy. So while thus they random rove, You despise fools that whine of love.

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Apologies, pray forgive, those plums were excellent-tasting, made purely saccharine awesome, and well-chilled

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A birthday gift for @faunusrights! I hope you enjoy the torture I put “This Is Just To Say” through!

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The Silent Articulation of a Garden

Love is like a knife, A shy issue for no man, and let him not fear For his reputation! I say These things unselfishly. I hope you accept them In kind. Love is crazy.

Come, my beloved, into the garden. Sit beside me and consider the lilies.

He works on his wild schemes, tearing off his clothes. He runs through the mountains, drinking poison, Alternately selecting destruction and quiet now.

We of little faith? We talk a lot. Sit beside me and consider the lilies.

See the little spider trying to wrap a huge wasp. I think of a web woven throughout the cave Where Muhammad sleeps! There are love stories, And in love there is destruction.

Put away your mouthful of words, and come with me to watch. Sit beside me and consider the lilies.

You're walking on the edge of the ocean, Holding up your robes to keep them dry.

Open like the lilies of the field, And see them there growing like yachts. Sit beside me and consider the lilies.

You must dive naked under and deeper under, A thousand times deeper. Love is about flowing down.

The lilies slowly steer their petals Without nurses or watches. Sit beside me and consider the lilies.

Represent the sky and the ground will suffer What's coming. Tell me, in that the country is it worse In order to be like the field?

Let us look at the view, A home with white clouds. Sit beside me and consider the lilies.

Do not put blankets over the drum. Open fully. Let your spirit's ears Hear the green dome’s passionate murmur

Track in mud and decorate the halls. Oh, you loose your kind words. Sit beside me and consider the lilies.

Let your dressing gown cords be untied. Shiver, for all this is new love As above and below. The sun is rising, but which way Shall it not go at night? I have no more words.

And with your bad words, Spit them out like stones. Sit beside me and consider the lilies.

Let the spirit speak quietly, Crouched near your face.

Come here! Come here! Come eat my lovely fruits! Sit beside me and consider the lilies.

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Bleeding All For the Goddess

You say one thing and hear You forget how willing you are, with the sour taste of acid, to be here with her You who find love with those worthy of dignity, glory, distinction, honor, reputation, and have them caress you This! This! This! All for the goddess, invoked again and again, leaving you small in your skin

The moon shudders, a whistle of bone I imagine your laughter and shrink

You! You now have less, and give of yourself instead of me Until her gaze makes you kill or execute, kill your stars through and through for her, And as this darkness, this dark, cheerless, evil darkness Let yourself be open until that twitch, twist, or bend, to bind or fetter

A stunning bird, a tilting window frame, Lock all of those mouth-sized doors.

And they cannot see through you, Nor by the cuts, may they see if it cannot You can find the beautiful, the evil, the skillful, the elaborate, the cunning, the clever Dying and burning simply to be burned Bleeding to let blood from you or to learn all things, everyone, everybody, everyone

Holy crap I finally managed to write something! The Cobralingus Engine is usually a good way to break myself out of a creative rut, and I’m feeling pretty good about this one. My starting poem was “Restless nights, 45″ by alexalisvolat, and I also sampled Caitlyn Siehl’s “Sky Poem” and an excerpt from “Bê Ðê” by Nhu Xuân Nguyễn. I’ll put the process in a separate post, since they can get rather long.

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Mare Tristitiae

The blue is my attainment of salty sea water I turned blue from getting the salty sea water As we sail these serpentine southern seas

It is we, in the sun, who meet We’re the only ones in this sun who meet As we sail between crises and what we know

Sudden lines appear, one after one Lines out of the blue, one by one As we sail toward our fecund dreams

Be humble, for this is not the sea to me Bow your head; I don’t think this is the sea As we sail in the cold and moisture

Lay in the Caves of Sands, and spread wild In the Caves of Sands, lay prostrate and wild As we sail clever through showers

I need to warm waves who knew the storm Need to warm the waves tossed by the storm As we sail to islands off the edge of the map

They sicken of the calm They sicken with nothing but calm As we sail on clouds, living on nectar

So let love knock me over again Let love knock me to the floor again As we sail to the east of serenity

This stretch of beach is wide This beach flings its arms out wide As we sail this foaming sea of tranquility

Rise and wane to mark the quiet Wax and wane in all this quiet As we sail on waves that hide the unknown

They separate, pretty as the tides Rush in and back out, sweet as the tides As we sail on a sea of vapors and storms

He is serving on the deck of the heart Working all day on the deck of the heart As we sail past the luxury of spring

Pole your way through sweet weeds, level with me Paddle through the sweetest weeds to level with me As we sail together in silent solitude and joy

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Mare Tristitiae: The Process

Once again, under a cut:

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Heart-Burning Gaze

This blaze burning many loves, An accident of thoughts And fire, words and speech Speak of substance and Fire-light. Me too, lowly heart, Enough of your heart-burning gaze! I feel much higher are Friendly phrases kept inside

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Heart-Burning Gaze: The Process

If there's one writing method I love, it's the Cobralingus process created by Jeff Noon. If you can track down a copy of the book, it's definitely a great read. I also recommend Noon's essay, "The Ghost on the B-Side," which outlines a similar process.

All of these will be under cuts, since they can get rather long.

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Mare Tristitiae

And now I present for your perusal another Cobralingus experiment. This one was more fun than the last one, and I was able to try out some new filter gates. The FILTER, REVERSE, AND SHIFT gates are my own, and I found the BABEL gate on ack/nak. Special thanks to paraTactician for his help with the Latin title. As before, I'm posting the full process below the cut.