Posted by cav on January 06, 2006 at 23:25:51:
In Reply to: Re: word construction: 01/05/06 posted by giveawayboy on January 06, 2006 at 16:08:58:
: : : 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
: : Is there more? This sounds like the opening of a terrific (in both senses of the word) epic. I want more! I'm hooked.
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: Wow, thanks John. It is just a document of where i'm at right now. I'm sure there will be more, as there always is more. The story just keeps unfolding and we are all part of it.
Seriously, I would love to read more. I'm at a place right now where something dreamy and echoing reality and deftly written so even the very sounds of the words help weave the story is really a good thing. I'm reminded of reading Coleridge and Pushkin and others that I can't remember. If you get inspired to continue this please post or just send it to me directly.