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Notes To The Future

By Patti Smith

Listen my children and you shall hear
The sound of your own steps
The sound of your hereafter
Memory awaits and turns to greet you
Draping its banner across your wrists
Wake up arms
Delicate feet
For as one to march the streets

Each alone, each part of another
Your steps shall ring
Shall raise the cloud
And they that will hear will hear
Will hear voice of the one
And the one and the one
As it has never been uttered before

For something greater yet to come
Then the hour of the prophets
And their great cities

For the people of Ninevah
Fell to their knees
Heeding the cry of Jonah
United
Covering themselves in sackcloth and ashes
And called to their god

And all their hearts were as one heart.
And all their voices were as one voice.

God heard them and his mind was moved.

Yet something greater will come to pass.
And who will call?
And what will they call?
Will they call to God?
The air?
The fowl?

It will not matter, if the call is true.
They shall call and this is known.
One voice and each another
Shall enter the dead, the living flower,
Enter forms that we know not.
To be felt by sea,
By air,
By earth
And shall be an elemental pledge.

This is our birthright.
This is our charge.
And we have given over to others.
And they have
not
done
well

And the forests mourn.
The leaves fall.

Swaddling babes watch and wonder
As the fathers of our spirit nations
Dance in the street in celebration
As the mountains turn pale from
Their nuclear hand
And they have
not
done
well

Now my children
You must overturn the tables
Deliver the future from material rule
For only one rule should be considered

The eleventh commandment
To love one another
And this is our covenant across your wrist

This offering is yours
To adorn, adore
To bury
To burn
Upon a mound

To hail
To set away

It is merely a cloth,
Merely our colors,
Invested with the blood of the people
All their hopes and dreams.

Our flag
It has its excellence
Yet it is nothing
It shall not be a tyranny above us

Nor should god
Nor love
Nor nature

Yet we hold as our pleasure this tender honor
That we acknowledge the individual
And the common ground formed

And if our cloth be raised and lowered
Half mast
What does it tell us?

That an individual has passed
Is saluted
And mourned by his countrymen.

This ritual extends to us all.
For we are all the individual.

No unknown.
No insignificant one
Nor insignificant labor
Nor insignificant act of charity

Each has a story to be told and retold
Which shall be a glowing thread
In the fabric of Man

And the children shall march
And bring the colors forward
Investing within them

The redeeming blood
Of their revolutionary hearts.

A Check-In

Journal Entry: Wed Jan 9, 2019, 1:15 PM




I'm Not "Back"

So don't get excited. I just know this is a convenient way to broadcast an update to y'all on where life has led me. I'm still not around much, if at all. I do check my messages maybe once a week and pop on the chat network when I get a snow day at work. I'm creating, but it's not meant for y'all. :pringles:

So illness sucks. That's not up for debate. All types of illness suck. A cold sucks. Scrambled nerves suck. Depression sucks. Vague autoimmune diarrhea sucks. Abscessed molars suck. Herpes sucks. (Not crotchpox. The shingles. I'm less sexually active than a Buddhist nun.) Then it all gets better. Medication juggling is an ongoing battle and I'm trying to find a happy medium of being just healthy enough. And then shit starts hitting the fan in every direction, people start dying, you get a job, and it all goes to hell. And then it all gets better again. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

And then somewhere in the middle of it all I've found a pretty comfortable life through self-flagellation. I don't allow myself any luxury more luxurious than one pound of bacon or one bottle of prosecco a month. I don't deserve it. Clean eating, clean living, clean mental processes, clean house. I'm sure it'll all get fucked up come the summer - it would be unlike me to keep the stability for any amount of time lbr - but for now it's great. I'm working in my industry again, dipping my feet back into having a social life, living with a grandmother I didn't speak to for six years in the old family house that was vacant for so long, knitting shawls, playing euchre, thinking in French, going to church, reconnecting with my family, growing my own henna, getting two kittens at the end of the month.

Not dating, because no. It'll be a long fucking time before I do that again.

(Can any of you imagine me ever saying that and keeping to it at any point in my past? I can't. Yet here I am.)

There's a nagging sensation that right around the corner something's waiting to blast it all to hell. If anyone on this earth has some bad karmic debt it's me. But I guess until then I'll roll with it. I might not think I deserve to be happy, but I do deserve to continue.

And I just put my hair back to my old phoenix red.

Fuck's up with all y'all?


A Plath Excerpt

    Ash, ash—
    You poke and stir.
    Flesh, bone, there is nothing there——
    
    A cake of soap,   
    A wedding ring,   
    A gold filling.
    
    Herr God, Herr Lucifer   
    Beware
    Beware.
    
    Out of the ash
    I rise with my red hair   
    And I eat men like air.



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I'm C "Mark" Perry, the former Gallery Moderator for Photography (and Chats/Forums, and Traditional Art, depending on the direction of the wind) who proselytized about pigments, pringles, pandas and polaroids. In meatspace I worked as a designer and staff photographer for several years, then swapped into marketing management; I still freelance, show and sell my work but I don't like to talk about it. I'm a once-upon-a-time lit kid who's had a poem/editorial published here and there. I paint too. P is not my favourite letter, but you'd never believe that based on this paragraph.

I was around the site, dAmn and IRC on a few other accounts on and off since before dinosaurs had feathers, most notably on the account `IBinsanity, where I probably left you with a very favourable first impression.

I'm also the cofounder of Commiss.io.

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Hello new you! :meow:


There’s going to be times when I am going to typo the username. I just know it. :crying:
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love the potato

lel I forgot your new username, thankf uck the old one still works

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