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by **happening fish** » 10/14/2005, 2:49 pm

hi people. i'm working on something that's tugging at my sleeve and looking at me with love-me eyes, begging to become epic. i'll put what i have, and more when i have that, and change things when they are no longer. i'd like this piece to be interactive in a way, since it IS us, and this, so talk to me, and if you think this post makes no sense then keep reading it until it does.

by **happening fish** » 10/14/2005, 2:51 pm

the human fantasy
και εγώ, το όνειρο

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you, the tendrils
with a tight tight embrace
small things stare – forget their blood –

(sic transit
if I sank my hand through…
transit gloria
and touched the…
gloria mundi)

with wonder at the smiling unreal
outstretched
unrejectable
and thank them for being
and save the receipt
and count your blessings with your change.

by **happening fish** » 10/14/2005, 7:44 pm

Come here, my child, and touch this weathered face
that watches you and knows your every thought
since first you breathed. And when you leave this place -
depart the alien things your kind have wrought -
you’ll find without them what you truly sought.
And so I weep. With knees in dampened earth,
with water in my skin. My clothing caught
by nails that tear my flesh, consume my blood,
and from my death, draw life. My tears, a flood
so welcomed by the parched and barren ground,
renew the earth. They churn it into mud,
a chance for other things. I turn around
to realize the sun has set on me -
the night, alive with death, my legacy.

by **clumsychild_** » 10/14/2005, 8:25 pm

by **happening fish** » 10/14/2005, 8:50 pm

by **happening fish** » 10/14/2005, 8:55 pm

Jess. Tell me about the world you live in and the world that lives in you.
Just talk to me. Don't worry about sense. I don't have any anyway.

by **happening fish** » 10/14/2005, 9:12 pm

I am your diversionary tactic.
Watch me sway.

I am the Snake who squeezes you too
Hard. Who loves you like disease do.
Until his love drinks in your breath
And tips the waiter with your death.

by **clumsychild_** » 10/14/2005, 9:20 pm

by **happening fish** » 10/14/2005, 9:26 pm

tell me about YOUU

by **clumsychild_** » 10/14/2005, 9:40 pm

I just reread your initial post. Ah!

I'm sitting alone in my dorm room. Everyone else on my floor is interacting. Somehow. I don't tend to do that. Part of me's content with that, part of me's not.
I overthink.
I didn't know whether this should be poetic or not.

by **happening fish** » 10/14/2005, 10:13 pm

thanks.

by **Rusty** » 10/14/2005, 11:16 pm

by **Hope** » 10/14/2005, 11:22 pm

by **happening fish** » 10/15/2005, 12:26 am

this bit is you, jess

What a tangled web we weave when first we live and love and leave

From me to you and back again
(the distance never changes)
From here
to the hungry forest
and back to the dream
Projected on a billion billion minds
We are the stars of the silver-sky fantasy
And we cry and cry
and the meaning is lost on me.

by **happening fish** » 10/15/2005, 12:27 am

hey little visitor types. leave me a few lines about your inside-out existence and i'll choke poetry out of them to add to the opus.

by **clumsychild_** » 10/15/2005, 1:05 am

by **happening fish** » 10/15/2005, 3:35 am

I the dream, and you the dreamer
Make me, and I shift your night.
Wily, smiley, modern schemer
I the dream, and you the dreamer

Never mind the tortured screamer
He will never know the light
I the dream, and you the dreamer
Make me, and I shift your night.

by **lora** » 10/15/2005, 9:48 am

you been readin' some eliot, alex?

either way, it's lookin' glorious.

i've been reading eliot every night before bed for the past eight or nine days, the waste land sort of helps me to sleep, and i don't really get that. that's something about me for the sake of contribution.

by **thirdhour** » 10/15/2005, 11:28 am

by **happening fish** » 10/15/2005, 1:10 pm

lora: i haven't read the wasteland in a while, but does stick. you understand.

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