Posted by PS on January 06, 2006 at 12:52:02:
In Reply to: word construction: 01/05/06 posted by giveawayboy on January 05, 2006 at 20:35:10:
: It was a dark day. The world was closing.
: There stood the exploding musical grandmaster.
: Everything was bending in on itself.
: Start up the band.
: Hidden like a mummy in forgetfulness
: Hidden like the afikomen.
: Uncreated Light.
: Awaits to break forth.
: Entrancements of owls kindly beckoned
: To provide a hidden channel
: Over the luminous ripples
: Down in phosphorus caverns.
: Nothing is starkly written
: In powder under fingernails
: And screechings of bone on steel
: The words are like oil on my head.
: Guardians with lanterns
: Turning to whisper
: Stood witness to the entrance
: Of fools into wisdom.
: Bill Rogers 01/05/06
Oh, that fourth paragraph. Those are pretty much the things that make me crazy--chalky dust and screechings. (The worst are fingernails on slate.) Please don't starkly write anything that way. Please.
But the screechings of owls kindly beckoning are good.
Luminous ripples in phosphorous caverns -- can I live there?
Uncreated Light waiting to break forth -- can I see that?
The entrance of fools into wisdom -- can I be that?