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we--are enclosed in the dark

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we--are enclosed in the dark

we are enclosed in the dark      a central warmth pervades                  this place--our little cave--               a fire along every inch, among                            every movement, in the heart (of which)                    is a storm         a revealing release                       a shattering of windows and boundaries                         erected in introspection  in the sinking swirl into abyss;             the winds wave us across the walks and push              towards an ever(in)closing mean, to words                                   spat and shouted out in the mind                in exuberance

crags in cracks

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crags in cracks

crags in cracks within the spaces of fire:  rising spiral mountains tinged  blue with chemical life staining  the grassed forest orange  clothing animal bees with the periphery of light  along the crawling walls, stand-ins for moments for flashes (separate lives) speeding up-- words in the meld--seeds of childhood within the shells of age before the hot lightning moment of birth, the spark spreading out into air preceding smoke of light life burning away out and up into the beyond into the manifold of past experience written into/or/ out of memory locked out of that sweet storehouse bliss "warded" against the storm,

2AM

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2AM

2AM and the birds have already begun to call, to storm about, trying to reign in the night and the sun-- orange embers falling in this dusk, forming dust for this new day, these                                new ways of living, of leaving behind new waves and trails from screws and neighs and bridges and walkways & all other extended techniques-- a still calm (still combative), still reflecting, still refracting, refacing, fracturing 'tween rail and wheel, circuit and byte, sound and type, crashing lines and                         the symbols of this new age: a natural delay built into phase from the out-of-sync plays

markings made...

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markings made...

markings made across the afternoon sun, the day has come and begun, wandering across the walks, waiting for spring, warm injection of seasonal life into scenery, soft late night scent into back corners of the throat, a subtle caress of nerves--the lazy afternoon of mindmade movies and memories. an urge to run overtaking, accelerating, lost atmosphere enveloping our eyes and faces locked in, sewn to a revolution in the deep muscle, the inner flesh of reptile and mind, the meat of music and faltered attempts at verbalization around the interruptions of buzzing life, the idle rearrangement of outside materials and realizations

'a place built into cliffs'

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'a place built into cliffs'

it is a place built into cliffs, mediterranean lapping at the tiny circle of a beach, messages scrawled in sand, multicolored on paper scraps held grudgingly by locals moving to other things--we can only be interrupting; shameful and courteous; ordering the same things everyday-- make up for this absence in the coming decades, the loss of scent and sense of it: the rooftops level with the street, the tables hidden in the cool dark, the moments of confusion at foreign interactions & the rumbling underneath, scooting corners on these roads built straight above the sea.

the city in the rain, _sick_

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the city in the rain, _sick_

the  city in the rain, "sick with love" splattered, the buildings stretch into depth, rise from flat floor plans and the dreams of dead artisans, stained by the sheets which will never stop falling. windows stare into windows and everything rings with the truth, sings to a metronome of thunder, punctuated by a chorus of horns and railways, rising smoke and knives, feet in puddles denying the infecting damp and the song with a second rising storm built out of the slams of metal doors , and the screech of gridlock , and the explosion of flowers, the crescendo a slam of sound merging at the end of the night into the best k

a dark dog with a wide face

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a dark dog with a wide face

a dark dog with a wide face tickle in a leg, shots hand  above heart & come hear, see, shoot straight, sons of empire lost to werewolves strings are cut but must pay dues, continue to tear tags & lay low, sit , sit, convince and contribute and put on a better face, bleed green if you have to, roll your own barrels of barley and parley--rest assured on the park bench he left, but on the dates we 've set, let out.  Bark.

a early blue morning sky:

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a early blue morning sky:

a early blue morning sky: disabled in uproar of light- grey and blindness and plain branch sentiments drawn to far corners; conditions run with green stars and hearts, a- thunder along metal tracks and first class bypass of hidden names in addition, controlling inner screams , cracked truth in anti- cipation of that sound of pull up/arrive /greet /embrace.

a swallow

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a swallow

a swallow there is a conscription at the center of things a thing of whirling bats, unfold into the masses the waiting wings of the light, the tethers, fingers the centers of that space that connecting line swirl column gyre that elusive illusion illuminating that most terrible of black spaces, the crack between the fallen void the space between LANGUAGETHOUGHT and VISIONWORLD the black space that world of dank imagination.
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re a spell repeat     resurge     renounce revive     reinvent    reappear regain     report      reside restore    record      respire retain     rename      reassert revert     rebirth     return redoubt    retort      resort refuse     remorse     revise

we--are enclosed in the dark

w

we--are enclosed in the dark

we are enclosed in the dark      a central warmth pervades                  this place--our little cave--               a fire along every inch, among                            every movement, in the heart (of which)                    is a storm         a revealing release                       a shattering of windows and boundaries                         erected in introspection  in the sinking swirl into abyss;             the winds wave us across the walks and push              towards an ever(in)closing mean, to words                                   spat and shouted out in the mind                in exuberance

crags in cracks

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crags in cracks

crags in cracks within the spaces of fire:  rising spiral mountains tinged  blue with chemical life staining  the grassed forest orange  clothing animal bees with the periphery of light  along the crawling walls, stand-ins for moments for flashes (separate lives) speeding up-- words in the meld--seeds of childhood within the shells of age before the hot lightning moment of birth, the spark spreading out into air preceding smoke of light life burning away out and up into the beyond into the manifold of past experience written into/or/ out of memory locked out of that sweet storehouse bliss "warded" against the storm,

2AM

A

2AM

2AM and the birds have already begun to call, to storm about, trying to reign in the night and the sun-- orange embers falling in this dusk, forming dust for this new day, these                                new ways of living, of leaving behind new waves and trails from screws and neighs and bridges and walkways & all other extended techniques-- a still calm (still combative), still reflecting, still refracting, refacing, fracturing 'tween rail and wheel, circuit and byte, sound and type, crashing lines and                         the symbols of this new age: a natural delay built into phase from the out-of-sync plays

markings made...

m

markings made...

markings made across the afternoon sun, the day has come and begun, wandering across the walks, waiting for spring, warm injection of seasonal life into scenery, soft late night scent into back corners of the throat, a subtle caress of nerves--the lazy afternoon of mindmade movies and memories. an urge to run overtaking, accelerating, lost atmosphere enveloping our eyes and faces locked in, sewn to a revolution in the deep muscle, the inner flesh of reptile and mind, the meat of music and faltered attempts at verbalization around the interruptions of buzzing life, the idle rearrangement of outside materials and realizations

'a place built into cliffs'

a

'a place built into cliffs'

it is a place built into cliffs, mediterranean lapping at the tiny circle of a beach, messages scrawled in sand, multicolored on paper scraps held grudgingly by locals moving to other things--we can only be interrupting; shameful and courteous; ordering the same things everyday-- make up for this absence in the coming decades, the loss of scent and sense of it: the rooftops level with the street, the tables hidden in the cool dark, the moments of confusion at foreign interactions & the rumbling underneath, scooting corners on these roads built straight above the sea.

the city in the rain, _sick_

t

the city in the rain, _sick_

the  city in the rain, "sick with love" splattered, the buildings stretch into depth, rise from flat floor plans and the dreams of dead artisans, stained by the sheets which will never stop falling. windows stare into windows and everything rings with the truth, sings to a metronome of thunder, punctuated by a chorus of horns and railways, rising smoke and knives, feet in puddles denying the infecting damp and the song with a second rising storm built out of the slams of metal doors , and the screech of gridlock , and the explosion of flowers, the crescendo a slam of sound merging at the end of the night into the best k

a dark dog with a wide face

a

a dark dog with a wide face

a dark dog with a wide face tickle in a leg, shots hand  above heart & come hear, see, shoot straight, sons of empire lost to werewolves strings are cut but must pay dues, continue to tear tags & lay low, sit , sit, convince and contribute and put on a better face, bleed green if you have to, roll your own barrels of barley and parley--rest assured on the park bench he left, but on the dates we 've set, let out.  Bark.

a early blue morning sky:

a

a early blue morning sky:

a early blue morning sky: disabled in uproar of light- grey and blindness and plain branch sentiments drawn to far corners; conditions run with green stars and hearts, a- thunder along metal tracks and first class bypass of hidden names in addition, controlling inner screams , cracked truth in anti- cipation of that sound of pull up/arrive /greet /embrace.

a swallow

a

a swallow

a swallow there is a conscription at the center of things a thing of whirling bats, unfold into the masses the waiting wings of the light, the tethers, fingers the centers of that space that connecting line swirl column gyre that elusive illusion illuminating that most terrible of black spaces, the crack between the fallen void the space between LANGUAGETHOUGHT and VISIONWORLD the black space that world of dank imagination.

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was a childbeing a child

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was a childbeing a child

when Iwas a child ,being a child, holding heart-stringed things again, holding near to things of distilledsweet being, again we met selfcenteredness in the fields, gave it hands as a sundaymorning gift to our selves, made of it feet for us to run around a round about, through and through the natural reasons for our IIndchances in teenage movielove in bracelets unwinding arms a-scream in midnight softness , alarms we ignored amidst the othersounds , the otherplaces we used to kill time , to get away , to ignore the puzzles , made of sense as they were , what else could we appreciate? maybe nothing except your sense of makin
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Desktop For The Ages 20080629

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  • Aug 24
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  • Deviant for 14 years
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My Bio
Utopian. Trollcom. Ex-pseudo-activist. Philosopher. Invader from Jersey. Wannabe Marx. Queer as in FUCK YOU. Drunk. Used to be a poet, wants to be again, among other things

Favourite Movies
Brazil, Network, Children of Men
Favourite TV Shows
The Wire, Harvey Birdman, House of Cards
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
TV On The Radio, Nine Inch Nails, Radiohead, Lightning Bolt, Battles
Favourite Books
Dhalgren, Is 5, Final Crisis, Critique of Dialectical Reason, Capital Vol. I, American Gods, The Gay Science
Favourite Games
something involving a tiny blue hedgehog, surely!
Tools of the Trade
empty notebooks, various screens
Other Interests
anything that moves

hi

hi

the username's timeturner. it shares an amusing coincidental existence with a magical artifact in the third Harry Potter book, but aside from that it has little meaning, being derived from a simplified image of an hourglass that cropped up frequently in high school notebook marginal doodles a few years ago. i'm a poet. i started out writing prose, but quickly abandoned it due to a perceived lack of talent and drive to actually create something worthwhile (at least by the standards of prose). the one piece of prose in my gallery i think is worth anything you can find here. as a poet i am unconcerned with traditional standards of coherence an

hi there

hi there

sorry I haven't been updating a lot lately, i am writing, just being very lazy about posting it to dA. schoolwork is kicking my ass a bit, but hopefully by the time of my fall break in two weeks i'll have freed up some time to get around to posting some stuff for you nice people

big ideas (don't get any)

big ideas (don't get any)

As a radiohead fan, this is truly amazing: http://www.vimeo.com/1109226 It's a remix of the song Nude... using: a Sinclair ZX Spectrum (for guitar parts) an Epson LX-81 Dot Matrix Printer (for drum parts) an HP Scanjet 3c (for bass parts) and an array of Hard Drives (for vocals) Holy wow.

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lol this still exists
happy DA-birthday <3 i miss you
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Many thanks for your recent support of my work; it's appreciated.
where i've always been, just a bit busier sadly =(