Fractal "Masterpiece," My First: Composition X by MidnightPlatinum ()
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Apophysis has been eating my life over the course of the last few weeks. This is the result. It is slated to be reproduced eventually on a large size canvas hopefully. If you like this I'd greatly appreciate a comment or a mention to others!
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Thanks so much. I've included a poem of mine after this that I hope may be your reading pleasure (there is heavy wording in some parts where I am trying harder to catch a certain something I can't hit perfectly into words). This particular one was a piece I submitted to the New Yorker at one point, though sadly they declined it.
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Forward in the Undone
going back to the undone,
I go forward for flavor. how
have these turns in my marrow
come to signal that you too
can become a God? it was
all in a recipe book that found me
chanting scripts I had etched in wood
in long days alone in a house of the same.
it was finally finding something
that’s what it was, but that’s as much as
not what it was in essence.
there is the experience and there is
everything else that ornaments it
though there it is: it’s had in
your saccharine, austere curves causing me pain.
you can sit alone with a wedding dress.
I would rather have the thing and know nothing
as I go back to the undone
before we had clothes, before we had blasphemy,
before we had to start thinking of
what we were going to tell our children:
what were our conclusions thus far?,
what was the manner of God?, and how had we
chosen to respond by picking the quirky method of
changing our own manner towards *what is suggested.*
just a big puddle with mud with little bits of fire inside.
a garden of refreshing fluids—
but there is something in the starving,
something in the thirsting.
we must found out what it is,
its siren sound calling out across the desert,
a flaming sword now barring our way back.
Copyright '07 V. Johansen