Two Significant Moments

by oddspecs, posted in Literary, Visual art

Here is one of my chance poems. I hope you enjoy it. I use chance methods to create my poems, drawings and paintings. I’d love to hear from you if you do the same!

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Two Significant Moments

by JayS

 

I have one of his and now the tattoos of hers are brighter than mine and sparkle as the new sun once did. I avoided getting it on my palm as there were his marks there

She is so Often Mentioned

by oddspecs, posted in Literary

She is so Often Mentioned

 

This year,

observe everything,

she does

 

and her life as it is and her stature,

is a portrait of her eye and a lively one;

ideas of high birth and of ‘chatter.’

 

Intercourse reveals ringlets about her very centre

The neatly displayed circle as if he were on his head is where we were by him of him,

obscured by vanity,

 

attention for which it craves as if she was as we were large and high but,

of sensation,

with eyes so bright we only say part of our brief interview,

 

I knew to walk in to make up with an extraordinary bare,

figure to the right,

and of these,

 

animal types.

Think,

the little Gothic well,

millions pining in the voice of one

That Cause We Discern by Feeling, by Jay

by oddspecs, posted in Literary

That Cause We Discern by Feeling

by Jay

 

All cases,

seen after or before, are of a place we wish to

stay, or near it as the

waves give us pleasure, not in seeing;

we are made of many parts and

other pieces, which go

where the tide and the obscure specks of dirt go,

in case any troubled souls are

not there,

but here,

yet they

say anything when The Imagination

had This Trayne of Thoughts,

Regulated by

all actions. Thoughts,

are here, but

does that act of man’s mind seem Finite?

To be one

Of

all the difficult beings,

shows he has need of them.

The general people

have not got any other passion, they have not attained;

these Uses, their horns,

his manner is Proper, more than we know to be Equal and

one may

find himself

walking to the sea

in silence,

as the divers speak their account,

all the tales are a single variety of story, are somebody else,

they affect nothing

And are occasionally

Subtracting, and where these have happened, there is less.

A Cry for Compassion: Twin Peaks, Season Three — Cinematic Detective

by oddspecs, posted in Uncategorized

Analysis by David Johnson “The Good Dale is in the Lodge, and He Can’t Leave” In 2006, near Washington, D.C., I went to a reading and discussion David Lynch was giving around his first book, “Catching the Big Fish.” The reading itself was extremely, comically short—just one or two brief sentences. But the Q and […]

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