February 2012
6 posts
TRUE CONSEQUENCES
Recently, my mind has been drawn to the ethics of the image. While this line of thinking may pertain to law, social psychology and sexual anthropology, I am most concerned with daily culture, both popular and fringe.
This image represents to me the razor’s edge of what is currently acceptible to most sexual mores and standards now in early 21st century. The taboo regarding the display...
Letter To Promethea
I can't show you yet the mark your teeth made on my neck. I can't show
you the electric, tangled veins. I want you speaking words into my
sighs. Everything heat and hovering. Swinging your long big beautiful
body side to side over mine all angular slanted among the lakeside
pines. I am going to find my way into the light of Promethea's heart.
The site is hidden in fire....
Model: Rachel Lynch
January 2012
4 posts
Upon Knowing The Love Of A Woman -
------STANLEY GEMMELL, POEM
Think to yourself
how much you want
to hold her hand
Say to yourself
the words opposite
you never wish her to hear
Think clearly and level-headedly
about having and not having time
Realize that life is a coiled
dragon
Understand that you love her
because of how good she tastes
Run with the jackals
while the...
Study Incident
"The absence of the witch does not
Invalidate the spell --" Emily Dickinson
Restrained in her company,
Among Alleluias
To smile when she releases doves.
My heart has no shape
It is a thing of boundless light.
My heart is a fire
Which does not give smoke.
_____
Sweet satire, she smiles.
My toes grip the sandals' thongs;
I feel the cords about me loosen-
Watch her silken...
Logical Song
Consecration of each word:
lovingly drawn from a ferociously
angled, elegant well. With blood: only that rare thing
common to all is of sufficient loveliness to lend its
darkness to night. Eyes- and a genealogy of glances.
Histories- and overflowings of the diary.
This logic is a mimicry-bird of compulsion.
_____
Unfamiliar words:
Since, sun, you have turned night to...
Mavrogianni
How so as in a mirror
Strangely beautiful goat fish
Heaving still from heaven
As if skies were to open
Perhaps a voice at
Crest of crag or mountain
Chain binding wind to hair
(Impossibly blue!)
And hair with rain
Or again all this darkness cupped with the hands
And when the hands are opened, released to shadow
So that younger forms may feed at that which
One needs no longer, feast...
December 2011
3 posts
Judas antithesis (5/26/01)
oh Judas feign antithesis
just aching pain not fervent bliss
like piercing thorn in withered grass
as ocean sands hide shattered glass
yet first impressions seem to blind all else
and true impressions only God can bear
we all each act our lives but ‘twixt the two
as yours on me such deep potential seared
it seems on you a baser brand of me
(the Roman empress flicks...
I Am South-Turning
I am South-turning
Angel
she looks radiant
I am lightning
Thirsty
God
To my smile
She bends flowers
All is perfect & beautiful
_____
She is a blond lionesse
…..
poem.s Stanley Gemmell
...
There is an eerie red hue to these texts, found hidden in a basement.
Veiled faces breathing heavy dive tackling;
they vie to hook their fingers into the fleeing angel flesh.
Beneath heavy rumors of clouds
or impassable ravines
oh the memory of flight
yellow glinting lights below,
who soared in vision, even
above strange chariots.
To receive again permission,
escape mutinous...
September 2011
7 posts
Melt banana all
over sugared skin
glitter freckles
Heaven's all oiled
you sunflower resin
you almond word
you adamant rising
name, you bird wish
you small boned atomic
slowly circling cosmic
Heaven's-Laugh
While ignition weaves
the eyes reverse
image, as the same
girl,perhaps indigo
with heavy eyes
darkening in mirrors
Astonished, blond
horns sounding
like rushing water
When catapaulted
gigantic...
I Drink The Beloved Name
I drink the beloved name
my mother gave me
Drunk with the black,
starry gods of night
Forces with no names
except thrusting flowers
of starlight
I drink the beloved name
of my country
Ringed in walls of stone
and battered by the sea
Where my brother and
sister slept
My fathers ate and drank
Casting nets of perpetual
shadow into the deep
Fishing for hope
from the...
mechanized world just outside the knob
there was sadness, smog and wind
on her face as she walked
to her vehicle
televised sleep, screen saved
and self-assured
it will be there to be seen again
tomorrow
clocks on clocks on walls behind
yards
and steel locks that keep bullet drafts out
secrecy rusts hinges of neighbors
there is no pension for the suburban ghosts
level heads leaven the...
August 2011
6 posts
from… The Gospel According To Spiritism - by Allan Kardec INSTRUCTIONS FROM THE SPIRITS.
THE LAW OF LOVE 8. Through spiritual progress instincts become sentiments which are more or less elevated.
Love, being the finest sentiment that exists, summarizes the complete doctrine of Jesus. At the
starting point Man only had instincts; after some advancement and the onset of corruption, he...
Micha El
Prose Poem For The Sierra Dawn
In the summer, the air smelt of burnt sweet-wood, the air was
bluish-gray with smoke. The magnificent and jagged line of forest and
mountain chain contained silken envelopes of devastation similar to a
beautiful woman’s words. Fallen and ashy tree trunks toppled
haphazardly upon each other like so many toothpicks, logical arguments
or rumors regarding the...
The Mechanics of Bliss
With an uptilt head
And in an agony
of resemblance
How long you had been
Halted, disembodied
Between events
Forever fresh
To continue receiving gifts
Within the cool pavilions.
All around is
beautiful unrest
in codes, in
secret smiles,
we-once-weres:
how two hearts broke
beneath azure skies,
but the sun did not weep.
Nothing shed.
And distanced and martyred
whispers...
July 2011
2 posts
Sleep Visit Angel
The sun rises at an exact point in time.
You know when you are asleep. With a golden
halo of dreams about your difference...
you are that which farms the fields
dancing, a nimbus of rain about
your throat, all the excellence
in your smile, the dream woven
scarlet garments, the fragments
of light seeking shelter in your body.
The sun rises when you take
light into...
June 2011
1 post
The Great Consolation
SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY
written by: George Gordon (Lord) Byron (1788-1824)
SHE walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven...
May 2011
1 post
FABLE FROM ASHLEY'S EYES
That one is fortunate
who sees you and does not think
'Life is too brief!'
For you are a flash of lightning
and your smile dazzles things.
Your eyes told me a story:
There was a field in which grew
many mighty and beautiful, rare
Redwood trees, three hundred feet
tall, American, and nearly two
thousand years old. They caressed
the sky with their arms at...
April 2011
4 posts
PSYCHONAUT
David Starfire’s music is emblematic of recent advances in our ability to use music as a tool to shape ourselves and our environment for progressive ends. Listening to his inventive and beautiful, enervating and gratifying art has the immediate and profound effect of strengthening and reassuring our sense of being.
Music has always been an impactful medium. Dubstep and other examples...
Hypothesis For A Will-To-Beauty
Being a fictional dialogue of Teacher
And Student Stanley Gemmell
The Mishna is divided in 6 Seder
Seder I zeraim (seeds)
Seder II Moed (feast)
Seder III Nashim (women)
Seder IV Nezikin (damages)
Seder V Kadashim (holy things)
Seder VI Toharot (purifications)
Hillel - Teacher of Jesus
One of five Zugoth, an authority
of the Mishna.
...
POEM IN FRAGMENTS
Perhaps the object Perhaps simple step toward Gentle seether
Girl among the leaves! Smooth swimmer Of forest rivers,
Girl of the tawny Gold and pink, Your small face is a poem
And your skin a canvas On which has been painted the moon!
Come to me at eclipse With half lingered prayers
In your mouth,
[...]Crustaceous prayers, Prayers like the husks
Of very blue oysters...
March 2011
4 posts
Dug with our hands the dirge
Dared death to dream dooms
Went where we went with care
Bearing heirlooms
Still sometimes stings surge
So far from home only we know
Whose eyes are upon this
Moment in time de-ranged from time
To set down in stone
All the names
Stanley Gemmell
Poem March 16, 2011
WatchZwan “Honestly”
February 2011
5 posts
Native Princess, Heinsie Schmitz
Native Princess
____________________________
Warm, your green tide pulls
the sweet curve of your hips
Eyes two lush fountains
Lashes feathery wingtips
I have the threads of your name
On my candied lips
While confetti and glitter
Red and purple light streaks
Or an ancient prophecy
When I look at your picture
The morning star risen
And all the poem shining
My friends see a distant...
SOLAR FLARE
The same verse in your eyes full of love
The same wisdom in your eyes full of love
The same the same the same
You turn over to go to sleep
I will miss you
You wake up
I have been without you
Now we are one
The day begins
There are specters
How many days
Before this one?
The day begins
There are spiders
How many destinies?
I love you and love you and love you
My heart...
Laura E Stanton, Photography
In this highly charged, evocatively mysterious work, Stanton has achieved a genuine haunting. Defining haunting as that which follows, that which one finds inescapably present, this photo functions as precisely the kind of imagery which stays with you long after you finish actually viewing it. Some details: the richly textured wallpaper, the impossible mirror image (subtly present and...
Aphrodite, Lithe, Ascending Drum Beat
She comes from the sea foam
Already sophisticated 34-24-34
My hand reaches aeons old
Wet sand that is gold
Through my fingers her hair
Has platinum snails sleeping
In my hands the story
Like a faience
I give to her
Eyes cast down
For fear of the Goddess
I have in my hands a necklace
That is a dream
She gave to me
For worshipping her
The sand comes...
SHORT POEM of Howling
My eyes move like ghost ships
There are two plums lying
between us
Your body, ocean
You tie my fate across your
twirling finger
I used to be populated
by poets, priests and soldiers
Now, only the blacksmith
fills my lungs
I sometimes wish
To stretch you across
my body
And caress your teeth
and claws
Because your long muscles
tense to the sun
I am howling
Scent...
January 2011
9 posts
DAWNING
Red upon the sky
She waits
With fingers dug
Deep inside
To draw down the sun.
All are eyes
All are words
With warnings
As if capture or conquest
As if love were war
And watching her none knew
If she were free from harm,
"Oh, be careful, Oh, don't shine
Oh, amazement of wonderment
Oh, thou shalt be dust!"
And upon a newer river
Were surprised at her
Ship's mast sailing past.
She...
WatchLove Anarchy 2009
STASH A selection of the best clips of 2009 from 3dworldmag.com
preference has nothing to do with it
the world spits on your grave
the systems of change from smallest to large
obey the same laws
which your choice seems to affect
but this is an illusion
- instead search outside the world
- parts within no one has seen
- keep these things between us
we are secrets to each other
secrets known only by the world
these secrets linked by thread...
'Que la niña confiada
no sabe por qué temer
y es paloma inmaculada
que envía con su mirada
el alma de la mujer.'
Jose Gautier Benítez
"El primer llanto y el primer amor"
____________________________________
That this soul of woman
not knowing what to fear
except this soul of a girl
Inside her bitten, ghost
tresses, blue black
Gypsy hair tumbles
Curling to red lips
painted,...
Love Song To The Siren
Like a great golden cyclamen
Splitting atoms seacrest foam
The fish tailed nymph
The undine swims like
water poured down
a cliff face. Words
meander drunk on her
raiment all of light.
Hair fallow
and hazy moon.
The sea picks up its rhythm,
surges in a sudden break neck lift,
And form undoes itself in the eyes of the moon.
Filaments of bright light, undone strands,
of...