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Rarified Word
Looking down &
Up toward stars
Balanced above the breeze
I can silence
The rarified
Word of mystery
Let me breathe
A clarity that has no consciousness
Sustaining breath
accelerating
Or tracing the mirror with
Your wing's translation
of a god.
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A Deity and the Descent of Lizzie the First
My first six months in the city included three roommates, nine first-dates, nine last-dates, and one proposal (from a stranger on New Year’s); I went through 2,000 hours on buses, forty hours in taxis, and two minutes, thirty-eight seconds on the back of a (failed) date’s motorbike; my phone received thirty-seven voicemails from family back home and 1,014 text messages from acquaintances met in bars; I pounded the pavement for twenty-five job applications, five interviews, two offers, and one acceptance.
Once I found myself in the category of “employed,” no longer were my days filled with boiling chicken-flavored Maruchan noodle-cups in the microwave, binging for hours-long stretches of M*A*S*H and Andy Griffith, or huddling under blankets next to a green-and-yellow lava lamp for warmth because the building’s super hadn’t “gotten around to” fixing my radiator. Instead, my days became much, much worse.
If the best part of the job was schle
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Literature
1864: The Freed
Here, in this sin-cursed city,
a good Providence of
wonders has been wrought.
Within the limits of
a thousand particulars,
assurances were given.
I trusted the law,
and it was a greater wonder.
Now all the lies
in the miserable designs
need hardly allude that
uniting the separated families
by resignation or death
will be the perfecting of a means,
which, in the present unorganized state of affairs,
is greatly needed.
Facts furnish that,
within the lines of the army,
when children are
expelled from their homes,
any vacancy occurs.
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Licorice, Guacamole, and Illogical Spillmores
(Lights up on a modest kitchen. MAN and WOMAN are standing, facing one another.)MAN
Where have you placed my spillmores? This is terrible. Where did you put them?
WOMAN
Your spillmores?
MAN
Where?
WOMAN
What do you want with those spillmores? What have they ever done for you?
MAN
More than you’ve ever done for me, that’s what!
WOMAN
I thought you loved me!
MAN
I thought so, too!
WOMAN
But now?
MAN
Now, what?
WOMAN
(sighing and turning away) I can’t believe you. I give up. Life simply isn’t worth living…
MAN
That’s not true.
WOMAN
It is.
MAN
It isn’t, and I can prove it.
WOMAN
It is, and I defy you to prove it.
MAN
If life isn’t worth living, then logic dictates that you wouldn’t continue, as you are, living.
WOMAN
What makes you say I’m living?
MAN
Call it an empirical observation.
WOMAN
Ah.
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Literature
Tres Fou
Je suis le banque. I am the bank.
Admittedly, not as interesting as le morse (the walrus).
My excuse is that mon francais est très suckalicious.
And I’m only just started.
Je veux (I want) l’occasion (a chance) de se (to become) une horloge (a clock).
Suis-je fou (nuts)? Oui.
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Fully Empty
The world was fully empty, abundant only in nothingness and nowhereness. Not a thing was to be seen, nor any place to set it, nor any time to do so. Truly, everything had yet to occur, yet to form, yet to be born.
Thusly to stay, but for the Word.
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Rumbles
(The stage is dressed in white, highly reflective panes of glass hanging down from above, the effect being the interior of an opaline crystal. The panes are arranged randomly—not messily, but without a clear design or functionality to the arrangement. At various points around the stage, there are “mounds” which crop up at various heights. The light is soft and clear, yet there is a sense of movement—a sense of life—in it. MAN is sitting just off-center, on a relatively short mound, and is biting into an invisible apple.)
MAN
(calling upward) Do you hear me chewing up there? (to the “apple”) Nice and crunchy. Nice and crispy—no, “crisp,” rather. Nice and crisp. (calling upward again) Do you hear me? (beat) Hmm… Whether I eat the core or not, I believe, has no bearing on my state. Doomed, damned, done for.
(MAN finishes the “apple,” throws the core back ov
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Literature
Who Lives?
"Your choice: You, or him.""Him."
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Literature
A Battle of Extremes
(MR. CYNICISM, MS. SINCERE, and DR. PASSION congregate for battle.)DR. PASSION
Where's all the booze, guys? Where's the music? I thought this was supposed to be a party.
MR. CYNICISM
This is a battle, not a party, good doctor. You may want to remove your lamp shade so you can be prepared to fight.
DR. PASSION
I didn't hear anything about no violence at this here get-together-battle-party-what-have-you.
MR. CYNICISM
That is the definition of battle: Where two or more parties come together and -
DR. PASSION
- come together and make a whole lot of excitement between them. See? That's what I'm saying.
MR. CYNICISM
I should have anticipated such a gross misinterpretation of the facts, given your appalling track record with regard to such things as facts.
MS. SINCERE
I'm sure it was an honest mistake, a result of a miscommunication. We can all be friends still, right?
MR. CYNICISM
Aside from the battle, of course.
MS. SINCERE
Indubitably.
DR. PASSION
I wouldn't have it any other way.<
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Literature
Fighting the Good Sniffles
(Lights up on a modest kitchen.  MAN and WOMAN are standing, facing each other.)MAN
I've got a rotten cold.
WOMAN
Fighting the sniffles, are we?
MAN
No, just me; I don't think you're showing signs of infection, yet.
WOMAN
Glad to hear it.
MAN
You won't be glad to hear the latest. Everything is in peril!
WOMAN
This I have not heard. Do tell.
MAN
With worldwide disaster looming on the horizon, the whole of humanity sinks into a deep crisis, and there's no one able to save it, except for -
WOMAN
- Us! We will save you, pitiful citizens. Have no fear, for we are here!
MAN
Do you think it's OK to call them "pitiful?"
WOMAN
Absolutely. I can't imagine whyever not.
MAN
Well, you know how people can be... the emotional needs of the female -
WOMAN
- The egotistical needs of the male, too. Not to mention the children; whiners all. Such a pitiful assortment.
MAN
So very true.
WOMAN
In fact, it's a pity we have to save them. Almost better to let them go all at once, peacefully.
MA
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Looking down &
Up toward stars
Balanced above the breeze

I can silence
The rarified
Word of mystery

Let me breathe
A clarity that has no consciousness
Sustaining breath
accelerating

Or tracing the mirror with
Your wing's translation
of a god.
Rarified Word
This is a "found poem" I discovered after chopping the poem "Flight" to pieces.

The original piece by Robert Cooprider can be read in Volume 24 of the student literary journal Etchings.

My questions to you as the reader would be...

1. If/when I rewrite this as something other than a "found poem," I'll add a stanza or two. Where do you think they should go, and why?

2. What do you understand the message of the poem to be? Does it have a message at all?

3. Who/what is the poem's "I"? Who/what is the poem's "you"?

4. How does the phrasing in the poem strike you? Too long? Too short? Too confusing?

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Strange is just another word for creative.
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A few words...

If it is true - as the Bard says - that "the lunatic, the lover, and the poet are of imagination all compact," should we treat a creative mind the same as a diseased one? Should an infatuation with the voices in one's head be considered all that dissimilar to an infatuation with the voice of one who says, "I love thee"?

Men and women throughout the ages have done "crazy" things for love and for art - self-murder, self-mutilation, and self-sacrifice being among the most common. If lunacy means losing touch with reality to the point of total malfunction, then those afflicted with the arts and with eros may have only lost touch with certain parts of reality. For the artist, one loses touch with that part of reality that fails to inspire; likewise, for the lover, it means losing touch with that part of reality that fails to evoke. Depending on the individual, this "eclipse of the heart" may drive one to create wonder, or atrocity.

Generalities aside, Shakespeare has given us much to consider with his statement.

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TheFantasyKings Featured By Owner May 2, 2017

We are TheFantasyKings and we are spreading Words of a Creativist’s Strength. Because we believe that a creative heart is the most vulnerable thing, and why most wither before what life throws at them is because they are weak. Whether you are old or new, recite these words:

   

· A creativist must be strong.

 

· A creativist must have the power of faith.

   

· A creativist must keep only the root inspiration alive.

   

· A creativist must always grow.

 

You become strong in many ways. You gain strength through practice, being emotionally intelligent, have disciplines, learning from the past or future headstrong self, by having a purpose. A creativist must be lucky. That comes from believing that everything will turn out great in the end and go on, then things will eventually become better. (But do use your reason.) The third point clears things from getting complicated. It’s very easy and very dangerous to be stuck in hoarding memory, in a creativist’s case, what things have inspired them. With time this list grows and the worry to lose those little things ‘that made you’ increases. Instead, you should keep the root inspiration – the book, the movie, the game, the experience, the feeling or the want – that maybe be one or three. Because that is the one that paved the path for you, what actually made you, all the others just come to teach something. And you can always regrow your list if you need. You must keep growing and expand your ground. (And stick to your one ground.) Don’t be stopped by the limited knowledge, skills or critic at the moment. You always learn throughout your journey. So wash down all you doubts and let your focus.

 

We hope you rise quicker from every slump you fall. And if you have any suggestion to make in these words, do reply.

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KirimiziOfCourage Featured By Owner Jan 15, 2016  Student Writer
Hello, I'm unable to reply to your comment about the affiliation request, so I hope you don't mind if I comment here. ^^;

I'll be sure to apply for the affiliation request in time. Thank you or the thoughtful response though, because I truly do appreciate it! :D
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dADroid-bot Featured By Owner Jan 7, 2016
Random Quote of the day:
“Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.” — T.S. Eliot
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frenchdevil8 Featured By Owner Oct 28, 2015
Omg can't believe you wished me happy birthday each year! Thank you <3 Sorry i haven't been on in ages
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shining-gloom Featured By Owner Aug 20, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks for the favourite
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