Submissions by Vandel_Viaclovsky (Van)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
art brute
STORY POEM
Published
8th Sep 2014 12:59pm
8th Sep 2014 12:59pm
arcade grenade
arcade grenade
or a sudden dream of sundering
the blood pulls us
zig-zag
counterclockwise
unfolding as we go
bodies dislocating against the locks and bars
cracking precisely at the particle
and like steam we sigh
ghostly into ethereal night
arching against eachother,
achingly metamorphosed.
...
or a sudden dream of sundering
the blood pulls us
zig-zag
counterclockwise
unfolding as we go
bodies dislocating against the locks and bars
cracking precisely at the particle
and like steam we sigh
ghostly into ethereal night
arching against eachother,
achingly metamorphosed.
...
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Sep 2014 1:07am
7th Sep 2014 1:07am
viridian
viridian
lushly through hushed slope and stream
down the rushy glade and glen
under our shy shade of the forest
shimmer of grasses and dance of leaves
in darkish and tawny eve we two in bliss upon
the blankets over still quivering earth -
dash of marguerites and poppy reds paint the stage
beneath autumnal tangle of foliage violet-bluish and green
- the stunning fresco extends with blonde and strawberry curls...
lushly through hushed slope and stream
down the rushy glade and glen
under our shy shade of the forest
shimmer of grasses and dance of leaves
in darkish and tawny eve we two in bliss upon
the blankets over still quivering earth -
dash of marguerites and poppy reds paint the stage
beneath autumnal tangle of foliage violet-bluish and green
- the stunning fresco extends with blonde and strawberry curls...
35 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Sep 2014 3:27pm
6th Sep 2014 3:27pm
la noirceur à l'intérieur
la noirceur à l'intérieur
poet wake,
shake the blur from your brain,
stir that rustling part of consciousness
that may still work in small degrees,
midst the everyday disturbances ,
the sudden swerve and counter-curve
of light and of night,
the quirk and counterquirk,
the invisible torque upon -
the call and empty retort,
the suspended multiples
of black vagueness; this
breath of ice...
poet wake,
shake the blur from your brain,
stir that rustling part of consciousness
that may still work in small degrees,
midst the everyday disturbances ,
the sudden swerve and counter-curve
of light and of night,
the quirk and counterquirk,
the invisible torque upon -
the call and empty retort,
the suspended multiples
of black vagueness; this
breath of ice...
50 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Sep 2014 11:45pm
1st Sep 2014 11:45pm
& Alan my friend, i ask you gentlemanly..
& Alan my friend, i ask you gentlemanly,
so that the nags might learn,
please do come
and pick out their eyes again
fella,
if you ever wanna sell in this town well
you'll put boots t' that mare
good and proper
stomp her head
red red
red
stomp her dead
kick it around
dead dead
back forth
up and down
yes yes
if you wanna sell in this town.
so that the nags might learn,
please do come
and pick out their eyes again
fella,
if you ever wanna sell in this town well
you'll put boots t' that mare
good and proper
stomp her head
red red
red
stomp her dead
kick it around
dead dead
back forth
up and down
yes yes
if you wanna sell in this town.
52 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
1st Sep 2014 11:05pm
1st Sep 2014 11:05pm
an ill-gotten inventory
1 Thompson submachine gun,
without a stock, Model 1921,
No. 7387
fully loaded drum,
fully loaded magazine.
1 Colt .38 Super automatic,
fully loaded,
both secret numbers
and regular numbers
removed
without a stock, Model 1921,
No. 7387
fully loaded drum,
fully loaded magazine.
1 Colt .38 Super automatic,
fully loaded,
both secret numbers
and regular numbers
removed
48 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Aug 2014 5:12am
31st Aug 2014 5:12am
infinite reverb
infinite reverb
the trouble with a proper treason is generally the puzzle of it.
there should be some music
there should be some
there should be
a stripped espousal
a static forever
chirp and chirp mademoiselle
in a braid of barbs and twigs of crown
my harp drowns
in such a beauteous hell as thou.
infinite reverb
love is made from the...
the trouble with a proper treason is generally the puzzle of it.
there should be some music
there should be some
there should be
a stripped espousal
a static forever
chirp and chirp mademoiselle
in a braid of barbs and twigs of crown
my harp drowns
in such a beauteous hell as thou.
infinite reverb
love is made from the...
39 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Aug 2014 3:24pm
30th Aug 2014 3:24pm
it is not the responsibility of the artist to educate the audience
it is not the responsibility of the artist to educate the audience
and tell the attendant gnomes
it is time to knock off now.
- john heath-stubbs
This is not a standard furlong of measure,
have you listened
along the summer road
to the knock-kneed trumble of the carnival wagons ?
smalltime bigtop
have you heard
the imagined musics?
halfway home again
honey cum and finger my sidearm
frontwise.
halfway gone again
assemblage of...
and tell the attendant gnomes
it is time to knock off now.
- john heath-stubbs
This is not a standard furlong of measure,
have you listened
along the summer road
to the knock-kneed trumble of the carnival wagons ?
smalltime bigtop
have you heard
the imagined musics?
halfway home again
honey cum and finger my sidearm
frontwise.
halfway gone again
assemblage of...
42 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th Aug 2014 1:30pm
30th Aug 2014 1:30pm
my hat outworn
WHAT dish, garçon,
does memory prepare
and serve us so , garçon?
what ground of firmness
are feet to find
in earnest,
on slopes of gelatin to-night?
along the surface
we flail turning pale in the eye and we fall
much further out than you thought
not waving
but
asleep at wheel,
purple supine akimbo
wait wait wait wait
and halt!
WHAT knowledge serves you here,
unsymmetrical skull of hell ?
stutter forth and...
does memory prepare
and serve us so , garçon?
what ground of firmness
are feet to find
in earnest,
on slopes of gelatin to-night?
along the surface
we flail turning pale in the eye and we fall
much further out than you thought
not waving
but
asleep at wheel,
purple supine akimbo
wait wait wait wait
and halt!
WHAT knowledge serves you here,
unsymmetrical skull of hell ?
stutter forth and...
34 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Aug 2014 8:38pm
24th Aug 2014 8:38pm
a nothing poem
as a policy,
the city runs on mendacity
and the news reels spin
in gluttonous scarlet
spitting lascivious
and lazy rhetoric
and much and more
of nothing at all -
but still i was almost
happy for the company
for a short while
the city runs on mendacity
and the news reels spin
in gluttonous scarlet
spitting lascivious
and lazy rhetoric
and much and more
of nothing at all -
but still i was almost
happy for the company
for a short while
47 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2014 7:25pm
23rd Aug 2014 7:25pm
being simply a dip in the saturday morning stream of conscious
the moonshi ne headache reminds
of what fla ttery can buy you
on a friday beside the bayou
cajun spices and or ange peels
in some circles
taste of a minstrel's tonsils
with a pinch of honey solidity becomes
something less tidy
and we work
and we work
the cinnamon mines
we work and
work works we O
hi ho hi ho
shame it is n ot work ing - ...
of what fla ttery can buy you
on a friday beside the bayou
cajun spices and or ange peels
in some circles
taste of a minstrel's tonsils
with a pinch of honey solidity becomes
something less tidy
and we work
and we work
the cinnamon mines
we work and
work works we O
hi ho hi ho
shame it is n ot work ing - ...
50 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2014 4:41am
23rd Aug 2014 4:41am
Berceuse to Siblings, Sleep and Death
Berceuse to Siblings, Sleep and Death
All the anxieties,
The entire insomnia of the thing,
How caracole it all seems -
Inside, the lamps blaze
And where are we?
Counting fire-flys in the rain.
( All of which, by the way,
only add up to darkness in the end. )
- And where are we? Somewhere in-between ?
Merely dreaming,
adrift,
or like love, caught in a tractor-beam?
...
All the anxieties,
The entire insomnia of the thing,
How caracole it all seems -
Inside, the lamps blaze
And where are we?
Counting fire-flys in the rain.
( All of which, by the way,
only add up to darkness in the end. )
- And where are we? Somewhere in-between ?
Merely dreaming,
adrift,
or like love, caught in a tractor-beam?
...
57 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2014 3:19am
23rd Aug 2014 3:19am
van gogh
van gogh
It is not a solution of amaroidal mud
Which moves like a mood
Amongst the greens and golds of the mignonette
And tells the clouds to dance in the day-glow sky
And turns that very sky to whirlpools
With Summer's own amatorial tongue.
It is not the swirling Autumn in crabapple bloom
Over crumb-fields, and landscapes cuckooing in the sun.
It is not a tonic of orange on blue
Over rocky mulberry hills
Spied in shy ribbons from the asylum window.
No, it is something in the nature, ...
It is not a solution of amaroidal mud
Which moves like a mood
Amongst the greens and golds of the mignonette
And tells the clouds to dance in the day-glow sky
And turns that very sky to whirlpools
With Summer's own amatorial tongue.
It is not the swirling Autumn in crabapple bloom
Over crumb-fields, and landscapes cuckooing in the sun.
It is not a tonic of orange on blue
Over rocky mulberry hills
Spied in shy ribbons from the asylum window.
No, it is something in the nature, ...
41 reads
3 Comments
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