the preoccupation of st. lament by gliitchlord, literature
Literature
the preoccupation of st. lament
knives eager,
not-quite-spine tasting.
curvature in goddess thirst
flirts with betrayal
of skin tension.
already rasping
in platelet tones, darling
my aches are no
unknowns, my patiences
prone to dangerous
roams.
rain, be ancient
and droning. wash
this clamor from
bastard canals
with no preciousness.
i am exigent, meager,
not close to comfort
nor correction. did i mention
the relent of my
bled lips?
said this
in blank verse
to match my stare.
puncture now
while i am
elsewhere.
The Difference Between Snakes and Ropes by Nichrysalis, literature
Literature
The Difference Between Snakes and Ropes
Last night there was a woman
where my girl was and she said to me,
“This. That’s what he did.”
A woman isn’t born vulnerable, but
vulnerability is a part of personhood
and being self-aware of insecurities
is more vividly human than vibrancy;
more sexy than secrecy.
I’d compose her movement to music
or pen it on paper, proffer it as poetry
and profess confessions as love
but I’d rather be on standby—
even as passerby—
because I ache and I ache
all the time now, for her.
For her I am sore and unstomachable
and nurse wounds that aren’t mine.
For her, I worry.
I worry and I tighten knots
Lately I’ve thought a lot about dreams.
Dreamers get a lot of crap. Get called naïve, lazy, having the head in the clouds and not being in touch with reality. That last bit is sort of half-true. Being a dreamer, I always see reality as a work in progress. There are always things that need to be changed, added or improved.
I think those who see dreamers in a negative way are non-dreamers that live under two delusions:
1. That everything around us has always been there, and popped into existence unaided, like a virgin birth.
2. That dreamers are lazy slackers that imagine that they can change the world, sleep ‘til noon, a
It's funny how things change.
I distinctly remember being impressed by teletext—being able to conjure news and weather information onto my big, chunky CRT TV at the press of a button—not realising that within a few years nearly everyone in the country would carry a device in their pocket that gave them access to the combined knowledge of nearly everyone in the world. And when I worked that job, selling these marvellous devices second hand—typically for less than the cost of a ticket to somewhere with better job prospects—little did I realise what would come next.
VR was a big deal at the time. AR would have