Submissions by Vandel_Viaclovsky (Van)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
art brute
rebel angel on a blue background
rebel angel on a blue background
Mazarine is the mirror
ill-tempered and moonstruck
By the hammer-blows of time,
Severed now at the nape of the blood -
And rudderless in panic,
Flung like stone silence
Somewhere over the Atlantic.
This first life
This last life
So much gone and still
One long fortnight to go
With clumsy hands and cluttered mind;
Perilous now upon
A purposeless ledge of sky
- the bluet heart
beats out of rhythm with time....
Mazarine is the mirror
ill-tempered and moonstruck
By the hammer-blows of time,
Severed now at the nape of the blood -
And rudderless in panic,
Flung like stone silence
Somewhere over the Atlantic.
This first life
This last life
So much gone and still
One long fortnight to go
With clumsy hands and cluttered mind;
Perilous now upon
A purposeless ledge of sky
- the bluet heart
beats out of rhythm with time....
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in which we visit a broken haiku
spontaneous combustion
seeming preferable at times
to neurotic asphyxiation
seeming preferable at times
to neurotic asphyxiation
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the night stews in an insomnia of its own doing
the night stews in an insomnia of its own doing
the night stews in an insomnia of its own doing.
i go out.
i fall in.
i circle the square
& the landscape falls awkwardly,
not unlike, say, an elderly gent down the stairs,
purple'd with curses
and bruises matting his shockwhite hair.
the landscape staggers under siege of memory
(its a paltry landscape anyways)
evenso,
i bring you way out here
yonder to the boondocks and outskirts of love.
right about now
its still quite early in your abode;...
the night stews in an insomnia of its own doing.
i go out.
i fall in.
i circle the square
& the landscape falls awkwardly,
not unlike, say, an elderly gent down the stairs,
purple'd with curses
and bruises matting his shockwhite hair.
the landscape staggers under siege of memory
(its a paltry landscape anyways)
evenso,
i bring you way out here
yonder to the boondocks and outskirts of love.
right about now
its still quite early in your abode;...
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untitled outtake
...........& for all my vices, which are a fabulous many,
please,
dear,
do understand,
king among them is masochism.
/ˈmæsəˌkɪzəm/
noun
1.
(psychiatry) an abnormal condition in which pleasure, esp sexual pleasure, is derived from pain or from humiliation, domination, etc, by another person
2.
(psychoanal) the directing towards oneself of any destructive tendencies
3.
a tendency to...
please,
dear,
do understand,
king among them is masochism.
/ˈmæsəˌkɪzəm/
noun
1.
(psychiatry) an abnormal condition in which pleasure, esp sexual pleasure, is derived from pain or from humiliation, domination, etc, by another person
2.
(psychoanal) the directing towards oneself of any destructive tendencies
3.
a tendency to...
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when the last of the opium ran dry...
when the last of the opium ran dry,
what was left to keep the populous at bay?
bullets and
hand-grenades
smoke
and fear
pushed into the street
pushed into every cleft
and crevice
of the brain.
O hold still
hold still
we've honed it nearly
to a science -
hold still
hold still...
what was left to keep the populous at bay?
bullets and
hand-grenades
smoke
and fear
pushed into the street
pushed into every cleft
and crevice
of the brain.
O hold still
hold still
we've honed it nearly
to a science -
hold still
hold still...
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once upon a cataclysm
once upon a cataclysm
the lens blurs out of focus
blinks yellow canary silence
not of shadow nor crude of darkness
incognito
we suffer the fracture in stillness
we are kept like secrets
under the surface
stalactites above
harpoon at us
and raving motors
skitter the perimeter
under the lilacs
the dirt digs in
bombs rattle and fire
and bring out the dead
like a dirge slithering
into the corners of the blood
under the daffodils
the dirt digs in
cold
i will keep you...
the lens blurs out of focus
blinks yellow canary silence
not of shadow nor crude of darkness
incognito
we suffer the fracture in stillness
we are kept like secrets
under the surface
stalactites above
harpoon at us
and raving motors
skitter the perimeter
under the lilacs
the dirt digs in
bombs rattle and fire
and bring out the dead
like a dirge slithering
into the corners of the blood
under the daffodils
the dirt digs in
cold
i will keep you...
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l'élégant petit chacal
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Maria, she will
Maria, she will
Maria she will
gather plans
with charming en-trance
Maria she will
change directions
like a storm
Maria she will
hold in her hands
the warming light
of a frozen moon.
Maria she will
dance through the door
smoldering in the grim and dark
of your daily room
Maria she will stoke the stars
and burn them into you.
Maria she will
pry open your every eye
Maria she will
kiss you then
incandescent she will
take her fill. Maria she will
stoke the stars...
Maria she will
gather plans
with charming en-trance
Maria she will
change directions
like a storm
Maria she will
hold in her hands
the warming light
of a frozen moon.
Maria she will
dance through the door
smoldering in the grim and dark
of your daily room
Maria she will stoke the stars
and burn them into you.
Maria she will
pry open your every eye
Maria she will
kiss you then
incandescent she will
take her fill. Maria she will
stoke the stars...
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desiderium
des-i-DEER-ee-uhm \ , noun;
an ardent longing, as for something lost.
desiderium
What thought, what feeling
in life occurring? recurring
in you, in i;
what of life tracing,
pacing time and herewise
in the near'st-by heart
what delight and dreaming,
what seeking and
re-seeking;
what breaking and remaking?
What price to weave of these,
the dooms and countless dreads,
the thousand-million riches O life of thee
to bind the ligaments of body and mind
to the now of...
an ardent longing, as for something lost.
desiderium
What thought, what feeling
in life occurring? recurring
in you, in i;
what of life tracing,
pacing time and herewise
in the near'st-by heart
what delight and dreaming,
what seeking and
re-seeking;
what breaking and remaking?
What price to weave of these,
the dooms and countless dreads,
the thousand-million riches O life of thee
to bind the ligaments of body and mind
to the now of...
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kate wears oscar de la renta
kate wears oscar de la renta
oh
the things
that light can do.
surely the millennium
surely now shaken not
stirred,
smashed
on the rocks
clothed in disguise
naked
&
made up
in plain site
something like awake
yet gravely
sleep-deprived
in hum-drum
black and white;
believing
believing.
unbeknownst,
we take ourselves off
we put ourselves on endlessly
we wear ourselves out
in the opaque ...
oh
the things
that light can do.
surely the millennium
surely now shaken not
stirred,
smashed
on the rocks
clothed in disguise
naked
&
made up
in plain site
something like awake
yet gravely
sleep-deprived
in hum-drum
black and white;
believing
believing.
unbeknownst,
we take ourselves off
we put ourselves on endlessly
we wear ourselves out
in the opaque ...
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this is the scene where the speaker blows
this is the scene where the speaker blows.
this is the scene where
the speaker blows. after
the oblivion of evening, this
is the scene
where we learn to appreciate
the annihilation of love,
the slaughter of innocence,
the stripping of life to the
bone.
this is the scene where we learn
to smirk at death, to marvel at existence,
to be gaily maimed with torture, strapped down
and whipped, shot up like star-light,
to grow rich with suffering, to endure onward.
here we see and scheme, ...
this is the scene where
the speaker blows. after
the oblivion of evening, this
is the scene
where we learn to appreciate
the annihilation of love,
the slaughter of innocence,
the stripping of life to the
bone.
this is the scene where we learn
to smirk at death, to marvel at existence,
to be gaily maimed with torture, strapped down
and whipped, shot up like star-light,
to grow rich with suffering, to endure onward.
here we see and scheme, ...
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Seelonce FINI
Seelonce FINI
prudonce
prudonce
Were you caught sleeping,
Drowsing by chance
Atop the natural world?
M'dear Prudence,
For the sake of the resistance
New optics may be required
To be fitted into the hexagonal skull.
prudonce O
prudonce
Our molecules gather speed in silence
Until all is elucidate and vibrating.
We push against the heraldry and azure limits,
We bend beauty to brace the corporeal body.
We learn new...
prudonce
prudonce
Were you caught sleeping,
Drowsing by chance
Atop the natural world?
M'dear Prudence,
For the sake of the resistance
New optics may be required
To be fitted into the hexagonal skull.
prudonce O
prudonce
Our molecules gather speed in silence
Until all is elucidate and vibrating.
We push against the heraldry and azure limits,
We bend beauty to brace the corporeal body.
We learn new...
56 reads
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