when she cut out her voiceShe is lost and the monster is coming. Her head tilts and jerks like a bird balancing lightly on the bladed grass.There is a ringing phone in her hands and it confuses her so much her chest aches and she begins to rock, tracing the blue buttons as if they might speak. Press down. A voice.This she knows. This voice is strong and limber inside her whiplash of a body.So thirsty, she whispers. I got lost.She tunes in and out. The cadence of a voice who knows that to keep talking, on and on, means life to the listener who is trying to blend the music of voice and whispering corn blades and that far off discord that means danger.Later she
Devious Journal Entrythe girl I will never get overis moving to France. I wantto send you postcards, she says, wouldthat be weird?& I don't say itbut I am thinkingI write you poems. I writeyou poems that break me thatscream your name into the world atnight when these things carry thatmake me question everythingsometimes that I don't knowwhat to do with or whoto send them to so that maybeI can finally find some peace.so no. postcards would not be weird.---lover & I shared a bottleof champagne & looked at engagement ringslast night. I slept on the couch& made tea in the morning& watched the rain& tried to touch the aching thinginside of me, poke & press against ituntil it bursts into somethingthat I recognise. I love himbut I am still so young& there is still so far to go.---
Inner VocalsI sought a place of solitude Where I could be aloneI found this in an empty roomIn my new empty homeThe wooden floors spoke to meAs I surprisingly sung a tune The bare walls shot it back to meAnd all around the roomI am no longer in that plane, But on a dark light stage,Singing all my favorites, Crystal Ship to Rat in a CageThe echoing stops and I am backIn my pleasantly empty roomI can't help to feel a yearningTo get back up there soon
no dear.the chimney smoke blows like hair like love like youin the wind its ashen humrising through the clouds my reverend heart beats a trembling dovea man without love pinned to a crux of spine dear burden of mineo father have i sinned what fire turnedthis bread to stone what sent my voice to roamwithout my ribs that gnash like childrenweeping in the gloammy chest is pried a tongueless jawwith nothing left to steal or say after those words how much lonelier i feel.
dA Guide: Text FormattingThis is just a simple html guide to formatting text on dA (and other sites as well), since nicely formatted text makes everything more visually appealing! :) My goal was just to compile some html info into a simple, easy to understand guide for quick reference. I'm not very experienced with html so please let me know if you have any corrections or codes I should add! This guide goes a little above and beyond dA's FAQ entry (although I purposely left out anything to do with links, because they don't work on literature submissions). I also provided working examples, which might make the codes a little easier t
Conceptography II + Contest!Conceptographynoun [kuhn-sep-tog-ruh-fee]1. The science or study of Conceptual Art and the techniques involved in the procedures, processes, methods, of making and developing a conceptual piece through any form of medium2. In conceptography the idea or concept is the most important aspect of the work. When an artist uses a conceptual form of art, it means that all of the planning and decisions are made beforehand to express the meaning being portrayed.Not to be confused with "Concept Art" which is an illustration that conveys a visual representation of a design or idea for use in films, video games, animation, or comic books before it is put into the final product.Contents1. Featured Concept2. Announcement3. Conceptual Artist Interview with ~BlackJack0919