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The Tale of Etan the BardDuring the time of King Donnchadh, son of Domhnall who was the son of Murchadh, there was a bard in Kathlin in Northern Ireland. Her name was Étan and she was the daughter of Buan mac Báin, who was a wise and educated man, and also said to be descended from Amergín himself. Although it was no longer common for women and men to do the same jobs, she was proud and high-minded, and would pay no attention to the words of her neighbors. She was a strong woman in both body and mind, if not very tall and somewhat quick to anger. Her pride and the quickness of her sharp tongue kept her unmarried, but also kept her froThe Tale of Etan the Bard
by ~tax-chan
Triangular DesireIf we ignore the fact that I have never, ever answered to Scotty, The names even sound similar. If only my best theoretical paradigm, my flawless Marxist criticism, My profession of words would stop getting in my way.Triangular Desire
Commodity and commodifier at the same time, that would be Me. Good 60s girl, right color hair and eyes And a sense of class; I am also the good but damaged detective, A scotch and nostalgia my bulletproof vest. Dressing up my Judy boy, triangular desire a perfect metaphor. Arcane, but perfect for me, the inarticulate writer, The immobile hypsophobic co
by ~tax-chan
You, Mysterious, MercurialI am haunted by the ghost of your smile; Things remembered gone down to the grave. For words unsaid, I stand on trial.You, Mysterious, Mercurial
“Time heals,” they say, so I bide a while. Platitudes a battered wit might crave I am haunted by the ghost of your smile.
Tossing hollow regrets into a pile, The absence of sun tempting me to rave. For words unsaid I stand on trial.
Of grief, I remain in staunch denial Relying on a tightened grin to save I am haunted by the ghost of your smile.
Whenever reverie I revile, Without a steady hand, no longer brave For wo
by ~tax-chan
Light Enough to MoveSlow minuet, a Victorian Garden party dance affair Conducted at A kiss a day, A wink every two weeks, A slow giddy wheel every month, Then an elegant split and Reformation Into new sparkling pairs, Rotating and dotting the Parquet in new Constellations, The Heathcliff not Orion, The Bennetts not the Seven Sisters (only three), The Bronte not Cygnus. Sparkling smiles, decorum, structure, formality, Constancy. And in the middle, the North Star alone, Or perhaps one of the stars that Goes down burning through the atmosphere at the &nLight Enough to Move
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lulled awaya moth, underneath a lamp post, flutters its wings so fast that the silk flakes off and mingles in with the dusty speech of millions of apparitions. all singing their death songs.lulled away
the ash they speak collects forms chains of hopes and dreams tattered torn and ultimately broken falling back to the ground, swept into constantly consuming gutters lined with razorblades chomp chomp chomping.
nagasaki is lulled away to pieces and swept up with a broom, as desolation weaves throughout the air somber strands of seperation interdiction love is interdictio
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unboundedmotorways/tramlines/runways and razorlines 'grotesque blue-eyed beings' shuttling and whining with you my life starts and ends in one grand design esoteric language leaves me wondering: in the halls of zion will i be a single ion? or two? no alarms and no surprises creates my pathos i'm a pugilist and losing mending building and breaking reconstructing thread me and take me keep me please? inside this swirling mass of glass i have amassed a single dwelling place for your face. i am vicious and meek, horribly weak one day i woke like a dead machine sputteunbounded
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single lens reflectsFace of fenestration, open-shut eyes Snap me with idyllic lenses filtered Blistered dedication from the blazing skies Foggy in the mind of the bewildered Blurring out of focus - my hidden flaws You capture only what you want to see Denying rule of thirds and other laws And cropping out my failures, blemish free Under-exposed and over developed On your infinite fantasy film reel Dream-like pictures color toned enveloped To place in a stop-action ferris wheel I am not perfect through infrared eyes Just framed in a semi-matte glass disguise.single lens reflects
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worms clogging intestines like maggots spawning on carrion, in places vultures have long since
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warehouse of my mind, echoes of silence reverberating in such underlying decibels off cracks of a skull, neophyte fissures fornicating
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