Mar
31
Drone into quietness.
I Hate All Your Shit.
Insofaras it is shit; a collection of things I'd like to say, and things others have said, in various media, of a generally subversive sentiment.
Posts tagged thomwanton
Mar
3
This a pretty cool song I did a few years ago. There is some weird stuff on my Soundcloud….
An hour of ideas, improvisation, and bad singing, chip eating interludes included.
Oct
18
Images of Ouroboros: In an attempt to write a few hundred words a day: The Effort of Silence
“…Beating my head / Against brick fucking walls / Sharing words with you”
Like oil on top of a puddle in the parking lot drawn to a point, a pair of grackles raise their pointed beaks atop sleek, creaking, iridescent bodies, each trying to reach higher than the other, swaying and cawing for…
WOOOO!
Oct
12
Unemploy(able)ment
I don’t think many people understand that
when you can’t make a living doing what you love to do,
or get a job using the degree you worked for,
and that the only thing the world needs you for is to make change or mop floors;
that when everything that you feel like you are,
all that you love about yourself,
and all that everyone really loves about you
is worthless,
sometimes you want to die.
Yo, is this racist, being racist (and ableist!)! I asked a second question that received no response: I didn’t say it didn’t have anything to do with Christianity. Let me rephrase: Is being anti-Islamic racist? *somethingaboutbeingtoostupidtohelp*
You should consider harassing this person, or unfollowing or whatever.
Oct
8
Print this out, trim the dark parts off the edge, and punch holes where designated by the dark circles. Then, post them places and waste paper! Or, just reblog this a lot.
Oct
7
Images of Ouroboros: An open Letter to Tumblr Poetry.
I have stopped following you recently, and I feel bad about it. I feel bad because I feel like I know you. But I don’t. Still, I feel like I do, and I feel like you are confused; that you are confused about who you are and what you are saying. I know you are an entity of cosmic radiance. We all…
I don’t like the way Tumblr handles tags…
Oct
6
Images of Ouroboros: SAME: I am done with this.
This poem is this blogs namesake, or vice-uhhhh-versa?. Edited for clarity, and some other shit. I am done with this, because I hate it right now. I think I will read this at a slam or something.
Images of Ouroboros
An Invocation
- We call upon the serpent,
to shed the old skin of a…
Read this, and tell me what you think.
Oct
2
It only rains for five minutes at a time in Florida, so you forget these things.
Sometimes, I am filled to tears
after the rain
drains color from the
clouds, and streets
whisper mist and glisten,
reflecting green, welling leaves.
Sep
22
This is a thing that I have been working on for months.
And, here it is, freshly typed from my notebook, unedited. I think it will be interesting (to me) to see hows this continues to evolves. Still needs lots of decoding… I get kind of synaesthetic?
Images of Ouroboros
We call upon the serpent
to shed the old skin of a green worldwe call up on the serpent
to teach us the power of Its eternal deathwe call upon the serpent
to become endless polymer chains
coiling into Its own teeth arcs Ouroboros, eternity apparently,
suspended in the blinking ink of the universebody draped across fingers stretched from bloody palms
center of a galaxy whispering anthems of excorcism
casting out red black demonsstaring guilt to feed an infantile anomie
from viscous eyes
pools drawn from the deepest space
procession of each arc grows and egg-nebulacathode
spectral bodies dance
ionic in
granite hands draw their own angular face
stark graphite lines frame a mountain’s reflection
in…sunset eyes set serene in mesa colored homes carved
in cliffs to catch water, chanting for life to grow…
million gallon spires pump fever, spit iron teeth to carry marching bleached skull manifest destiny to tame a savage land with reason civilization subordination to freedom right law solid constitution, work -Tears.
Breath whisper
mutter sh.
In an a mind-dark room
a pulse throbs in the air
spent clicking film reel
thoughts throb in the air who is encasing no other’s sound
my eyes drip sensory precipitate over flowing with the light I have come to need
blue-flickering, granite-fading, a dead channel sky.Drone stricken deserts erupting cost-benefit victory banners cash-crop uranium pain management
Famine distended stomachs fed shoes and guns dig blood diamonds to fill and identity spilling skinner boxInert neighborhoods secured against prison builder’s mad bomber phantoms rage for dying children
A tree autumn drops dead leaves
to feed and clothe earthworms
It is raining in the arctic
and we have called the serpent to rest in parking lots backyards teevees bedrooms babies brainsIron groan of steel veins pumping commerce
sloth-murmur, slurring girth
an ancient tongue begging to be unsummonedits dead voice blends and fades into asynchronous
unceasing ran’s verse,
unmetered life’s blood to drown out time.Thunder cleaves a cadence
the sky opens to a penderecki downpour threnody of the death of energy builds an earth-voice tone-cluster
for the glistening crickets scraping silence
for the yawning frogs calling back
for the tiny amanitas spore whispering between grass blades
for the drizzle thawing two frozen lovers all the remembered about the roads they paved in gold the shining angles the lifted to try and patch that rabble sky quiet…held like clenched fists, our first touch, two bodies soakd in the life roaring down around us
the mire flung to heaven
etching away skin
make us white!Blessing every move we make passing electric between us slate sky-filled iris a conduit pouring even rays leveled at the earth from between white knuckle roots praying at least the brittle bones keep grip
we kiss, identities dissolving into pale creamy plush velvet tongue pulses, pistons rising to push little rivulets over lips running down now steel bodies forged in acid, shedding meteorite flesh making puddles ripple tsunami irridescent frequencies amber-gold to teal-grey one sole shadow at the fading of the last daylight
a death cult in dark mirror towers
attempts to conjure life
melts two polar lovers, watching rising water…we call upon the serpent
to rebuild a memorywe call upon the serpent
to teach us the unrhythm we worshipped ages ago in buffalo smeared caveswe call upon the serpent
to remind us how it felt to taste every drop
as petals speckled with muddy earth
open offering food and beauty.
Reblogging for shame, and to remind myself to finish this.
I PROMISED MY BRAIN A BREAK FROM BOOKS AFTER MOBY DICK AND THAT I WOULD WORK ON POETRY BUT ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT IS HOW MUCH I WANT TO READ MORE AGAINST THE DAY OR START ULYSSES OR FINISH CLASH OF KINGS AND ALL THE BOOKS THAT I STILL WANT TO BUY OH GOD MY HEAD ASPLODE.
Sep
20
This is a thing that I have been working on for months.
And, here it is, freshly typed from my notebook, unedited. I think it will be interesting (to me) to see hows this continues to evolves. Still needs lots of decoding… I get kind of synaesthetic?
Images of Ouroboros
We call upon the serpent
to shed the old skin of a green worldwe call up on the serpent
to teach us the power of Its eternal deathwe call upon the serpent
to become endless polymer chains
coiling into Its own teeth arcs Ouroboros, eternity apparently,
suspended in the blinking ink of the universebody draped across fingers stretched from bloody palms
center of a galaxy whispering anthems of excorcism
casting out red black demonsstaring guilt to feed an infantile anomie
from viscous eyes
pools drawn from the deepest space
procession of each arc grows and egg-nebulacathode
spectral bodies dance
ionic in
granite hands draw their own angular face
stark graphite lines frame a mountain’s reflection
in…sunset eyes set serene in mesa colored homes carved
in cliffs to catch water, chanting for life to grow…
million gallon spires pump fever, spit iron teeth to carry marching bleached skull manifest destiny to tame a savage land with reason civilization subordination to freedom right law solid constitution, work -Tears.
Breath whisper
mutter sh.
In an a mind-dark room
a pulse throbs in the air
spent clicking film reel
thoughts throb in the air who is encasing no other’s sound
my eyes drip sensory precipitate over flowing with the light I have come to need
blue-flickering, granite-fading, a dead channel sky.Drone stricken deserts erupting cost-benefit victory banners cash-crop uranium pain management
Famine distended stomachs fed shoes and guns dig blood diamonds to fill and identity spilling skinner boxInert neighborhoods secured against prison builder’s mad bomber phantoms rage for dying children
A tree autumn drops dead leaves
to feed and clothe earthworms
It is raining in the arctic
and we have called the serpent to rest in parking lots backyards teevees bedrooms babies brainsIron groan of steel veins pumping commerce
sloth-murmur, slurring girth
an ancient tongue begging to be unsummonedits dead voice blends and fades into asynchronous
unceasing ran’s verse,
unmetered life’s blood to drown out time.Thunder cleaves a cadence
the sky opens to a penderecki downpour threnody of the death of energy builds an earth-voice tone-cluster
for the glistening crickets scraping silence
for the yawning frogs calling back
for the tiny amanitas spore whispering between grass blades
for the drizzle thawing two frozen lovers all the remembered about the roads they paved in gold the shining angles the lifted to try and patch that rabble sky quiet…held like clenched fists, our first touch, two bodies soakd in the life roaring down around us
the mire flung to heaven
etching away skin
make us white!Blessing every move we make passing electric between us slate sky-filled iris a conduit pouring even rays leveled at the earth from between white knuckle roots praying at least the brittle bones keep grip
we kiss, identities dissolving into pale creamy plush velvet tongue pulses, pistons rising to push little rivulets over lips running down now steel bodies forged in acid, shedding meteorite flesh making puddles ripple tsunami irridescent frequencies amber-gold to teal-grey one sole shadow at the fading of the last daylight
a death cult in dark mirror towers
attempts to conjure life
melts two polar lovers, watching rising water…we call upon the serpent
to rebuild a memorywe call upon the serpent
to teach us the unrhythm we worshipped ages ago in buffalo smeared caveswe call upon the serpent
to remind us how it felt to taste every drop
as petals speckled with muddy earth
open offering food and beauty.
I AM MAKING A LITERARY-TYPE ZINE.
So, if you are into the textual or visual type printeries, and are interested in having your stuff in said zine, WHATS UP?! SEND ME STUFF: micropress.tumblr.com/submit or micropress.tumblr.com/contact for emails. REBLOG AND TELL YOUR FRIENDS!
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