Epoch Awareness –jdwordpress@yahoo.com
A Consideration Of Things, some that have been, some that cannot be, and true dreams ersatz of Truth.
Its A Collaboration.
Communicate with one another and consider:Publish Progressive Principles In Electro-Polar Ink
Make a digital mental electric harem (of concepts) for the lost:
Poets,
Parishioners,
Critics,
Artists,I love my records. They
Spin and they
Sing. Analog living is essential to
Life as we know it.Post Comment Poems,
Post comment Essays,
Post comment flash fiction,
Post rhythmic convergence of sight-sound-thought-today/ tonightAnd of course enjoy your stay,
Its an new age each day today,
Awareness comes with every new breath,
And before,
And after,
Each
crosshatched pixel; gathered and shot into your thin-glass-liquid-screen display; or inserted peripherally or directly into your your eye sockets ( rods, cones, or retinas);Its Literary, Literal, Lingering; its an EPOCH OF
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SJ.D. Hughes
PS: I Like good Art, Good Art Is Generally Made By Poor Men, For No Food.
If your a Publisher, I'd Appreciate your time.
If your a Writer, Human, or other form of Artist,
Id appreciate hearing your voice,But SPEAK SOFTLY;
Art deserves reverence
After
All.J.D.H.
Inert Components Of Actual Thought
Monthly Archives: March 2011
Her Eyes Met Mine In Another Holy Age, And Yet I Cannot Speak
There are those who Keep wide Eyes. Harbors of ken, and synergies of unquenched longing, and fugitive fulfillment, There are those we know, We have known, We will know, I have met her, lover cast of the sun, songs of … Continue reading
Benediction, Sanctity Of The Red Feathers, Who Awake Awakens?
Kneeling beneath the circling hawks makes one feel Holy. Purest winds red-wreathed soul, aspire upon the high hosts crowns; We cannot know- We cannot see- We the weighted- We the earth- The sky is ocean of dry waves purest laments; … Continue reading
The Tunnel Waiting, And All Flies Sing
This is The end My only friend ThE N D witnesses all worms and shadowed stones: Black tunnel of the Widow, Met the piercing white light of streaming Bleach; A tragedy as the sad Death was Dead. Almost … Continue reading
Revolution Number Nine Spins In The Shadows Of Hollywood Temples
R EAD ME SIDE A. FLIP DE-C S IDE B. Indefinite aversions to Loss, and Indefinite conversion from Gains; That is The essential Estate: Man. Yeilding: Fury Or Change, or Conversion- – Of Any Nature; Such sought-and- -decent Illusions. Is … Continue reading
Last Funeral March in a-ny minor
As I lived my daily life, Until deaths my eternal wife, I saw the day did die at night, No longing as it faded slight, Until I slept all night, until, The day denied her every will, Then again I … Continue reading
Reverence For The Endless Waves And Dawn
The pollen gathered, the tempest winds; The nothings, contempt in knowing nothingness; The final stalks, sacred, form vast channels of parting midnight waves; The bay horizon at dawn, colored by blood, and fire, and neatly satin wakes; The tourmaline avenues, … Continue reading
Snow On The Hills Affirm The Glow Of Frozen Winds
Burbank was covered in thick and placid frost; Shadows off the glow of the forlorn crags were soft and weeping along the distant ice; dusting the furrows of forgotten rains; and falling upon windmills of the giants, who gave up … Continue reading
Epoch Awareness. Writer, J.D. Hughes
Epoch Awareness -- Writer J.D. Hughes 