About Me
- adonisid
- There is no escape. You can’t be a vagabond and an artist and still be a solid citizen, a wholesome, upstanding man. You want to get drunk, so you have to accept the hangover. You say yes to the sunlight and pure fantasies, so you have to say yes to the filth and the nausea. Everything is within you, gold and mud, happiness and pain, the laughter of childhood and the apprehension of death. Say yes to everything, shirk nothing. Don’t try to lie to yourself. You are not a solid citizen. You are not a Greek. You are not harmonious, or the master of yourself. You are a bird in the storm. Let it storm! Let it drive you! How much have you lied! A thousand times, even in your poems and books, you have played the harmonious man, the wise man, the happy, the enlightened man. In the same way, men attacking in war have played heroes, while their bowels twitched. My God, what a poor ape, what a fencer in the mirror man is - particularly the artist - particularly myself.
Friday, June 15, 2007
Everythin' else''''
stealth silent spinnertwisting on those heels , doppelganger doublers and mimic minutes counting downface down mid spin smiling this catastrophe plummeting gesture at mein the most devious female thread faceted, hair pinned to the sides, eyes beating star burning fade cycle, hands out stretched, and legs in a cross bouncing up and down in an impatiently cinematic way.im pinned to this sheet, palms down, white towel throwing in, grace and giving up, giving in, and given the reverse of glad, counting this mime timer countdown and surreal dwellers ideal townyou can pace angel, but you can only get halfway to not being far enough away from me, you can trace that trail on the paper lead, running back to me but its not even a tenth close enough to being over between you and Iyou’re losing your clothes slowly, touching the floor, because now the carpet craves the cloth.you’re rushing into me, shouting into my heart, aorta and ventricles echoing down my esophagus and swirling around the uvula like a horse shoe on a metal rod spinning gravity ignoring metal copulations i can pretend anytime that i don’t quite see right through youpaper thin skin spy, and angels in a separate sifting song, i can undo your last response to me and pretend you didn’t just make a whisper out of me.hush level semitones rising like bread in a situation bakery, justifiable reasons for seasoning and cut slices as thin as your skin in the sun.you’re still flying at this seam , this seam is still unwinding from me in the middle and im depleting getting smaller, sounding out dampening and quieter every thread that locks out from my handsfabric dexterity twin and a sin screen in my eyes bleeding blueyou cant ever have redone what exactly made you come out loud in my ear, screaming and panting escapist panic breathes like a asphyxiating asthmaticyou can ever have again, that night in the sand, pink moon in the sky, orbital spectator future oracles, eight minutes late worth of light making just enough phosphorous to see you turn awayyou can never have it againbut everything else is yours to haveeverything else is yours to keep forever.
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My Literary Connections.....
- Blink
- The Tipping Point
- The Seven Habits Of Highly Effective People
- Five Point Someone-What not to do at IIT
- Ageless body timeless mind
- Syncrodestiny
- unconditional life
- The seven spiritual laws to success
- The return of Merlin
- 'How to know God'
- The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari
- A Brief History Of Time
- Catch 22
- Tin Fish
- Interpreter of the Maladies
- The Namesake
Tangled Branches
INDULGE
SENSITIVE LIGHT
Winter Tree
Numaligarh,Assam
Gulmarg
Corridor
A Church in Chennai
