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Cybercity by burningmonk Cybercity :iconburningmonk:burningmonk 254 25 Tribute to Earle by Raphael-Lacoste Tribute to Earle :iconraphael-lacoste:Raphael-Lacoste 735 10
Literature
Forces
It wasn't without guilt
that I cut the plum branches
from the still dormant tree
in the last week of February,
careful though I was to cut a criss
-crossed set, setting the ugly branches
in  my mother-in-law's urn.
I wondered if the part left
undisturbed envied  
the branches, growing
green and blossoming
inside, and if the boughs,
forced into early blush
grew bored or arrogant,
fluffed up with pride
before, before their time,
they died there, drying
in my sunlit window.
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Pier by Rizone Pier :iconrizone:Rizone 81 10 Beach and Birds by TanyaSimpson Beach and Birds :icontanyasimpson:TanyaSimpson 40 19
Literature
Lodgepole
Most Western towns were built around something.  Some were built around gold and silver mines.  Others were built around trade posts and lumber mills.  And some were built around crossroads or railway stations.  But the town of Lodgepole was built around Nothing.  
“No, really.  Lodgepole was built around Nothing,” says Coyote.  
“How can it be built around nothing?”  I continue to brood in the back seat as the car slips into the town-turned-county seat.  Sagebrush and cottonwood start to share space with grass lawn and flowerbed.  Buildings cease to be occasional shacks and some gain a second story.  Rounded foothills big enough to be called mountains in other places presage granite up-thrusts to the southwest.  A frantic creek big enough to be called a river in some places breaks and rolls and jounces northeast over rocks big enough to be called boulders in still other places.  The road and the r
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The Blue Moment #24 by romainjl The Blue Moment #24 :iconromainjl:romainjl 153 12 The Blue Moment #19 by romainjl The Blue Moment #19 :iconromainjl:romainjl 177 9 The Blue Moment #5 by romainjl The Blue Moment #5 :iconromainjl:romainjl 115 7
Mature content
Of Anger and Beauty :iconsrsmith:SRSmith 5 25
Tokyo Back Alley by burningmonk Tokyo Back Alley :iconburningmonk:burningmonk 462 18 The Blue Moment #8 by romainjl The Blue Moment #8 :iconromainjl:romainjl 209 11 Schlern Panorama by TobiasRoetsch Schlern Panorama :icontobiasroetsch:TobiasRoetsch 184 17
Literature
Trigger Warning (Cento)
i. (HELP ME, MY HATE, SISTER OF MY LONGING)
The Rose of Heaven,
the rumbling Black Maria
queen, mistress, crucified at the gates
of the furthest city
like a god in a wafer
in dusty shoes--
always the same shoes without laces,
pitch-black queen of heaven and earth,
the rumbling Black Maria,
speak to me.
You are the honey of courtly hypocrisy
crowned in chrysanthemums
in the bed of some drunk, some tramp,
some fool,
waiting-room eyes
with tears all smeared
like dead birds,
the firm big breasts,
and this fish for sale
like an oyster perhaps,
too wide now.
Was it a Chinaman? A negro?
ii. (IT DIDN'T GRATE, IT DIDN'T CLANK, IT DIDN'T EXPLODE)
Jesus Christ in a wafer sleeps
like some awful instant photo,
very, very dull,
and the night clouds drink.
The apartment was his.
They are so naked, you imagine,
are moaning in Eden,
under the sacristies, red crypts,
the roofs, the cries, the steps, the hundred lights,
the fire of the robbers' camp
while she is berrying.
It is only a single drop of dew
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Literature
how lilies weep
obstacles
are a kind of faith, 
bleeding through
intention
as if through some
amorphous skin,
red silk,
a bruised clock 
covered in 
veins and cloaked
with skin,
timed to burst.
i am nothing
if i am not a dream
of yours, waking
from the geometric light
of my window
into a shimmering cup,
poured full of your words
my hips dripping
their tiny mechanisms,
whirring impatiently
my mouth
made raw,
swirling in incense,
growing new teeth,
finding ulcers
to bleed through.
i drip and cough
and sleep and bleed
and hope
that i am strong enough
for someone like you.
i am taped
and bandaged
and covered up
blindfolded
but you can still see
the endless flaws.
i watch the trees break,
embryos shivering,
wolves chewing,
the elastic stretch between moments as
one thing lives and another dies,
as each day i create my chances,
i hold my deck of cards and slice two in half,
i eat one, i rip another,
and i still win the game.
you are the card i never play,
the one i hold on to,
the lucky coin
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Mature content
Detergent and Deterrence :iconillicit-illusion:Illicit-Illusion 127 24
Literature
for a friend
The sky is captured in his eyes, clear and blue.
The weather etched smile is honest.
The slender face says sixty; it lies.
It is that and half again.
Knobby hands sun baked and brown
peek out from ragged gloves.
They seem part of the old split locust post
where they are resting;
one of the row of soldiers
that keep watch on their field and its occupants.
The smile broadens as I approach.
I help stretch the wire.
His archaic dialect fills the road
with cows and snow and the yankees
that his grandparents saw marching.
The hours pass pulled by the mule
he plowed with as a boy.
He mentions his wife
they'd been married almost 60 years.
She "took sick" and died (at her own hand)
some 15 years ago.
(it is sad what people must do to escape pain)
But he only remembers the little things
she did so often to help him
they are bittersweet candy.
I know he misses her.
I smile as we finish.
He offers to pay me,
but I refuse it.
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Literature
Convenience
  Ducky Short usually avoided using 'convenience' stores. The floors were always grimy, the lighting was too dim for his tired veiny eyes, and the cashiers never spoke more than five words of English. But the thing that irked him most was how every one of them put the Ho-Hos on the very bottom shelf, and every time he would have to find a way to maneuver his long body and old rusty joints into a crouch just so he could reach them.
  He had been struck with a Ho-Ho craving as he was walking by, and since the only store nearby was a tiny convience store, he had no choice but to go in and claim his cakes. There was no controlling this sort of thing. 'Happy Ho Ho emergencies', his mother used to call them, God rest her soul.
  But Ducky hadn't expected a different kind of emergency.
  The bell on the door barely had time to jingle before it was drowned out by a frantic holler.
  "Freeze, everybody! I've got a gun, so no messing around!"
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Literature
Wyrmling Ghostwrite
new millennium toothache
w feeder hand, aluminum
bubblegum knuckle muncher bumpin' phoenix plumage...
   & I rock the Rings, now!
supernova falcon flipper -
was-a-real-boy chicken shitter -
fist-fuck photon vision sifter -
  soullost, anon forgetter -
  so lost, rewind protector -
  dead princess bone collector
-
  hopelessly tethered to the Ghosts, remember?
    Nah, man, I don't know any of the Ghosts by name
   but I've been following the will'o'wisps
    chasin' knowledge, speed & blame
    tryin' to play that Martyr's game
    LOOP/LOOP/LOOP/LOOP/LOOP---FAINT
Inhale, exhale, cause & effect
momentum, inertia, stardust & breath

Sleep becomes Death...
I can only fathom three modes of the Dream:
get fucked; feign sleep; & cheat Doctor King -
the triumvirate stains Red, White, and Green,
all for Tide bleach and Amerik
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Literature
Of Half-Filled Words
She is not a flutterbird.
Her fingers are skittish,
her smile is not.
Do not fear that you will
drive it away.
Sadness is her fumbling limb.
It is unwanted, yet
necessary.
When it is January
she will tell you,
"I am still struggling.
And I am becoming so many people
all at once.
A conglomeration of beauty that
I have managed to mangle.
Please, do not be sad for me."
Sometimes her sorrow is
meant for you. But mostly her.
Those specks and spots
of ocean storm lulls
reveal her truths:
ones she does not want
to extract from herself.
Her heart is not a rabbit.
When it beats
faster, faster, faster,
you need not
run harder to catch it.
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Literature
2nd person fiction and You
You like fiction written in the second person. You may not admit it to yourself, but deep down, you really do. It teases you with its confrontational otherness, its flamboyantly displayed post-modernism, its teeth.
Do not look at its teeth. You do not want to look at its teeth.
Fiction written in the second person and you have a long history of denial. At first, you were sure it couldn't be done. Then it was done, and it was done to you, and you liked it, too, but it was only the one time and you were kind of drunk. It was an experiment, and it was interesting as an experiment, but that was all it was.
Only, of course, it wasn't.
Fiction written in the second person has invaded your dreams, and what's worse, your sexual fantasies. You'd be picturing a luscious blonde, rubbing her rubbables, yearning for your touch, when suddenly a voice would pop into your head, calmly narrating what you were doing: "You are picturing a luscious blonde," the voice would say, "rubbing her rubbables. Hey
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Literature
You Slept Through The Alarm Again - Little Aubade
If, perhaps, you had turned at that moment
and your hair had caught in your fingers,
the straw being fed into the spindle, struck
by the high, thin light of first waking, the whorl
of a single line descendent from the sun, born
watery from the gap below one velveteen curtain,
all of it staining over gold and dusty and slow,
the edge of your mouth might have met the edge
of my mouth, narrow gaps both without attention
opening—if, perhaps you had turned again,
your hand could have met the curve of my neck,
your canvas rough fingers tying knots of my hair
and I would have sighed, thick spreading in your ear
like the light itself learning to speak in tongues
you might understand—if perhaps you had
opened your eyes, squinting, eyelashes caged
together, it all would have been edgeless and bright.
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Literature
dives and lazarus
the last time i saw you
i made sure to
keep my dress
on, kept
my distance as
we spoke from
across the room, land
locked and
the air discerning
and smelling
of vomit
" you don't have to be
so caustic
about this "
i am raw, in the
least
and it became winter
in the summer streaked room
we bathed in,
your mattress bare
and sullen
stains of hurt
and nights with other
women,
aging
in wild abandon, i left.
in fear of bearing your surname, i stayed.
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Literature
Evangelos and that film from 1986
Evangelos and that film from 1986
I am not a fish.
My mother is a fish.
You should know, my great-uncle Peter
From Hungary has a daughter
With whom I fell in love when once
I was there
That time I braided her ashen grey hair
In braids
Two
My mother's best friend only spoke Italian
He did taekwondo, jiujitsu
And played Santa every year
He was Portuguese
I want to enchant you with my secret code
Once again it has to be said:
There is no story
The hedgehog is sleeping in the garden, his father and
The squirrel:
Today they are wearing
Winter scarfs
Instead of ties
They will hold session until deep in the night
About money of course
Maybe you should listen better
To the people
Their eyes
Because everybody has lied
to themselves some time in their lives
(original Dutch version: )
Evangelos en die film uit 1986
Ik ben geen vis.
Mijn moeder is een vis.
Je moet weten, mijn oudoom Peter
Uit Hongarije heeft een dochter
Op wie ik verliefd ben sinds die ene keer
Dat ik daar was
Toen heb ik haar asg
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Literature
avalanche.
The Ogre rises up among its brother and sister peaks, the Monk and the Virgin, a craggy limestone buttress looming above most of the north-eastern part of the Bernese Alps.
The Eiger: 13,042 feet of sheer rock, cracks and treacherous ice-fields.
Many attempts to scale this uncompromising weather-battered mountain have been made over the years, but successful attempts didn't begin until 1938, with the brave perseverance of a team of four German climbers. As a twenty-year-old eager climber myself, I knew all the facts. The windswept North Face (Nordwand) was the height of all climbing careers when I'd been growing up. 1952 - the great year of the Eiger. In that year, twenty men made attempts on just the Mordwand - 'murderous wall' - alone, with eighteen of them making it to the triumphant peak. It was the year in which it seemed the hoodoo of the mighty Ogre was broken.
To a young Viennese piano-tuner, whose precise and delicate profession gave way to an intense, vigorous h
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Image Processing Update

Tue Mar 5, 2019, 3:35 PM by ikazon:iconikazon:


Hello everyone! We previously posted an update regarding changes that were made in late 2018 regarding how images are processed here on DeviantArt. We're happy to provide another update to the community regarding some of the measures we've taken to fix issues that have been encountered.

Once again, we'd like to thank those of you who sent in bug reports and left comments regarding these changes, as the feedback you provided helped us nail down some of the issues that others were experiencing! Here are some of the major points of concern that have been addressed in the time since the last journal:
  • Through URL manipulation, it was possible to potentially access image files at a larger size than the largest size a deviant had chosen to display on the deviation page. This has been fixed, and now the largest image file that can be accessed publicly is the size allowed on the deviation page.
  • JPG files were being compressed to a lower quality than intended, and should now display better. This should mitigate display concerns deviants had regarding PNG images, as well.
  • Particularly large image files were being resized to a smaller size than selected on the Submit page. 
We'll continue to monitor the community and bug reports for any additional issues, so if you encounter anything, please feel free to let us know. Thank you for your patience, and your continued support!



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A deviant for nine years, ikazon is a monumentally influential member of DeviantArt. A champion of DeviantArt’s literature community, he’s contributed his own writing and journal skins to the community since he first joined DeviantArt. In 2011, ikazon became a Community Volunteer, shining a light on undiscovered pieces in both the DeviantArt related and literature galleries. His dedication to the community quickly made him a beloved figure on DeviantArt. Soon after, in 2012, he was hired as a full-time staff member, where he ran multiple community projects, such as the 2014 and 2015 Valentine’s Day Exchange!

However, ikazon’s contributions to the community extended past his time as a community volunteer and a staff member. From contributing journal skins to the CalendarProject to leaving encouraging comments for his fellow community members, ikazon’s supporting presence has been felt all across DeviantArt.

We’re proud to name ikazon as the Deviousness Award recipient for March 2016!
-awarded March 2016

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Thanks for the watch (you are my 200th ❤️🍸🍾).  Much appreciated.  Have a great day.  
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