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"Doesn't it look empty to you?"
What do you mean, little girl? It never looks empty, because in an expanse of sky there can be clouds and rain storms and blue turning to green at the edges. It's a diaphanous green, an almost-there-but-not-really green, and it melts into the ground sometimes. The change in colour has something to do with the atmosphere, I think. There are too many gases in the air and that causes the world to look larger.
And yet here you are, little girl, and you're telling me it looks empty. You're asking me whether I agree. And how can something so full of rockets and stars and a million suns be empty? Well, maybe not completely full of them. But something needs empty space in order to look pretty. Negative space, if you ask the artist.
Why don't you ask the artist, little girl? I'm sure he knows much more of emptiness than a lonely stargazer with a telescope and a cloudy sky. I mean, it does kind of have that charcoal-like quality to it when it's night time and there are clouds, but that's just because it's heavy and tired with the weight of them. Sometimes when things are too full they appear empty. It sounds paradoxical, sure, but what is life if not a paradox?
And wait until they move, little girl. Wait until the rain comes and washes them away - it has a tendency to do that - and then you can see the stars. Venus and Jupiter and Mars, only those are planets. Yes, planets like Earth. They just look like stars a little because the light from the sun hits them and explodes into a million colours, a million colours that all together look like one. That's the magic of science, little girl. It has a tendency to not make sense unless you look at it really close.
But I can't say that, so I just tell her to come back tomorrow. Maybe I'll take you on a trip around the universe then.
What do you mean, little girl? It never looks empty, because in an expanse of sky there can be clouds and rain storms and blue turning to green at the edges. It's a diaphanous green, an almost-there-but-not-really green, and it melts into the ground sometimes. The change in colour has something to do with the atmosphere, I think. There are too many gases in the air and that causes the world to look larger.
And yet here you are, little girl, and you're telling me it looks empty. You're asking me whether I agree. And how can something so full of rockets and stars and a million suns be empty? Well, maybe not completely full of them. But something needs empty space in order to look pretty. Negative space, if you ask the artist.
Why don't you ask the artist, little girl? I'm sure he knows much more of emptiness than a lonely stargazer with a telescope and a cloudy sky. I mean, it does kind of have that charcoal-like quality to it when it's night time and there are clouds, but that's just because it's heavy and tired with the weight of them. Sometimes when things are too full they appear empty. It sounds paradoxical, sure, but what is life if not a paradox?
And wait until they move, little girl. Wait until the rain comes and washes them away - it has a tendency to do that - and then you can see the stars. Venus and Jupiter and Mars, only those are planets. Yes, planets like Earth. They just look like stars a little because the light from the sun hits them and explodes into a million colours, a million colours that all together look like one. That's the magic of science, little girl. It has a tendency to not make sense unless you look at it really close.
But I can't say that, so I just tell her to come back tomorrow. Maybe I'll take you on a trip around the universe then.
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Floccinaucinihilipilification:
for the record, i
lusted you
only for the
contents of your pants, not the
contents of your heart.
i realise this
now, of course,
and realised how
useless the
contents of either are, when
i'm nowhere near them,
nowhere near you.
i have no use for you
have no use for me.
i see no point in
lusting after a ghost;
i see no point in
picking dead flowers;
i see no point in
flying on a broken plane;
i see no point in
calling you without your number.
and what hurts the most is
that i wasted nine months on you.
i might as well have been pregnant,
or pregnant with a three-season disease
named after the first words you spoke
:
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Forgotten
I am the voice for the mute
And the eyes for the blind
I am the fighter for the weak
And the protest for the meek
I'm the ears for the deaf,
The hope where none is left
And the love where it's been long forgotten
Literature
psychiatry of lonely nights
The Psychiatry Of Lonely Nights
I.
we open your chest,
we find his words tucked inside
they hide within each crevice
each folded, words from letters,
you stored them in your ribs,
you'd swallowed them whole,
flossing them between bones
and sealing them closed
only to open to us lonely nights
or a sleepless time
or a remembered phrase at the bedside
once covered over by parietal
peritoneum and solemnstitch,
hopethread, worryneedle,
pierce of each enunciation
and far-off thought
cut apart by an ample knife
a thoughtful gaze
heart hurt to see the sight
feeling like concrete
sifted around the valves
off-set with cracks
al
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Hmna, it's been a while since I last uploaded something. This is just something to relieve a bit of stress. It had a similar theme to the poem I wrote a few weeks ago, stars and skies and all that, but it's not exactly tied to it. Writing is strange that way.
Oh, and here's the diaphanous green I'm talking about: [link]
A few questions:
1) How did you feel like the stream-of-consciousness prose affected the story? Did it detract from the impact of the piece? Make it feel more familiar?
2) The main character here used stargazing as a hobby. Do you think like the story would be any different were he a professional astronomer? One with no knowledge of the science?
3) Did the repetition of "little girl" change anything? Did the formulaic nature of the refrain make the story any more comfortable?
Critique: [link]
Oh, and here's the diaphanous green I'm talking about: [link]
A few questions:
1) How did you feel like the stream-of-consciousness prose affected the story? Did it detract from the impact of the piece? Make it feel more familiar?
2) The main character here used stargazing as a hobby. Do you think like the story would be any different were he a professional astronomer? One with no knowledge of the science?
3) Did the repetition of "little girl" change anything? Did the formulaic nature of the refrain make the story any more comfortable?
Critique: [link]
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umuhh, I will always be jealous of your writing abilities ;____; /faves