Counterexample Poetics
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| Blog Name: | Counterexample Poetics |
| Url: | http://www.counterexamplepoetics.com |
| Language: | English |
| Topics: | Experimental, Artistry, Interpretations |
| Description: | The focus of Counterexample Poetics will be on International displays of poetry, art, and photography which reside within the interpretational realms of philosophical, experimental, post-postmodern, and the avant-garde. |
| Popularity: | 101 Followers |
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abstractionI thin...
abstractionI think I knowthe work of whichyou are speaking--this unthinkable bluelike heaven scrapedclean from the canvas& a gold like the rimof a chalice kissednot quite sublimeits wine lent my tonguewhat’s been passed offas soul since Christ’s deathor perhaps just thissquare of linoleumsun-dulled & kilnedI had blinked in successionnot ever thinking howsome sleep might’vedone while I held outfor miracles & talk of mapsin the hallw
abstractionI think I knowthe work of whichyou are speaking--this unthinkable bluelike heaven scrapedclean from the canvas& a gold like the rimof a chalice kissednot quite sublimeits wine lent my tonguewhat’s been passed offas soul since Christ’s deathor perhaps just thissquare of linoleumsun-dulled & kilnedI had blinked in successionnot ever thinking howsome sleep might’vedone while I held outfor miracles & talk of mapsin the hallw
An EternityAn ete...
An EternityAn eternity of collapsible breaths,equal to ephemeral sighs of damnation.Commit to memory each inexhaustible sin, then expertly deny it.Only we knew every secret and stillwe chose the dream over the lie.For once, a spark that wasn’t supposed to fade.Always hot, looking forthe flame, the fortress, the fortitude of solace and of an evening’s company.
An EternityAn eternity of collapsible breaths,equal to ephemeral sighs of damnation.Commit to memory each inexhaustible sin, then expertly deny it.Only we knew every secret and stillwe chose the dream over the lie.For once, a spark that wasn’t supposed to fade.Always hot, looking forthe flame, the fortress, the fortitude of solace and of an evening’s company.
From DirtIn birth...
From DirtIn birth, nucleotides paint a facein spirals on a canvas of fleshEarthy, dirty proteins are woventogether at conception –The conceptof a portal,a person,a parasite.In life, the soft system of synthesisobserves everything,holds composure accountablerunning through adrenaline jungleswhen in troublehurtinghuntingIn fear, the mirror looks back.The lump of cellular motionis either friend or enemydepending on obedience
From DirtIn birth, nucleotides paint a facein spirals on a canvas of fleshEarthy, dirty proteins are woventogether at conception –The conceptof a portal,a person,a parasite.In life, the soft system of synthesisobserves everything,holds composure accountablerunning through adrenaline jungleswhen in troublehurtinghuntingIn fear, the mirror looks back.The lump of cellular motionis either friend or enemydepending on obedience
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* They need so little sleep and the night too is homeless following -every minute spent stomping, setting traps :each footstep and near a window its small whisper lights up lures the darkness closer -they learn to limp, grind one shoe catching fire -they're taught
* They need so little sleep and the night too is homeless following -every minute spent stomping, setting traps :each footstep and near a window its small whisper lights up lures the darkness closer -they learn to limp, grind one shoe catching fire -they're taught
the beast's nine-...
the beast's nine-nippled revelation #2each one of us is a god flickingthe butterflies off their owntranslucent nipples.each one staring through pink lensesin assigned groups of nine-- the restof our lives encompassed and onlyforty-five seconds to live it all.our eyes dilate, but we're not surewhy we're hyperventilating andspittin' sweat on one of thebeast's nine glass nipples.and we're butterflieswith a gut-busting in
the beast's nine-nippled revelation #2each one of us is a god flickingthe butterflies off their owntranslucent nipples.each one staring through pink lensesin assigned groups of nine-- the restof our lives encompassed and onlyforty-five seconds to live it all.our eyes dilate, but we're not surewhy we're hyperventilating andspittin' sweat on one of thebeast's nine glass nipples.and we're butterflieswith a gut-busting in
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