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Of Bookish Things

~ a skull covered in broken glass -#ProsePoetry

When I grow up, I will be a skull covered in broken glass – a skull full of swirling night skies and bees.

Silence is useless –
it is like dry grass blowing in the wind
it is like a mouse’s slipper sliding over broken glass.

#Art #DigitalArt #Photography #EOS90D #EOS #Dreamscape #Phantasmagoria #Poetry #ProsePoem #SpeculativePoetry #SurrealArt #Surrealist #Surreal #SurrealPoetry #Surrealism

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a skull covered in broken glassAsemic Tarot
formuchdeliberation

Read “return to reality…“ by for-much-deliberation on Medium ~
the dangling dregs of yesterday
making life lapse into a past that
can never return to taint this present
with head angled toward new days
new thoughts and moments moving
to the sounds that herald daytime
that puncture mind
then return to reality...

© mvclarke , for much deliberation, Dec 2022

#ProsePoetry #poems #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetryblogger #writing #fmdnetwork
#poetryonmedium
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return to reality… - for-much-deliberation - MediumMedium
formuchdeliberation

"Subtle alterations to some existing and established thought elements have been suggested, i’m perusing aspects of this new exercise but my mind grudgingly attempts conformation..."

read 'considering change' an opinion piece by for much deliberation published on write.as...

#writing #fmdnetwork #opinions #ProsePoetry #dailylife #individualism #society #existence
write.as/for-much-deliberation

considering change...for much deliberation
J. R. DePriest :verified_trans: :donor: :Moopsy: :EA DATA. SF:

I'm a member of a local writers' group and we have meeting once a month (in person and over Zoom for those who can't or don't wish to be there in person).
This previous weekend's meeting's speaker was giving a talk about poetry.
But she introduced me to something I didn't know existed: prose poetry.
My prose often has poetic elements embedded throughout. I also try to put the reader inside the thoughts of the people in my stories using stream of consciousness. I often intentionally leave things out so the reader can fill it in with their own experience.
I had no name for what this was. I just know most people don't like it. They want straight prose with commas and quotation marks and line breaks and sentences that explain things fully.
My wife doesn't even like the way I write and she can read an entire novel in a couple of days (more impressive because she has suffered chronic migraine / daily persistent headache for a decade).

But this speaker talked about "prose poetry" which describes my usual style almost perfectly.
I'm so excited to have a name for it! It may help me find contests and publications that will actually want to include my works. I've gotten so many rejections that I'm getting disheartened. But I'm submitting my stuff to places expected straight prose and that's not what this is.

Anybody have publications that are receptive to "prose poetry"?

Also, I'm going to be buying this book as soon as I get paid again: The Rose Metal Press Field Guide to Prose Poetry
I may just put it on credit and buy it now.
Any other suggestions for books about prose poetry?

#ProsePoetry #Writing #Writers #WritersOfMastodon

The Rose Metal Press Field Guide to Prose Poetry | Rose Metal PressRose Metal Press
Of Bookish Things

~ observations of the city’s muse and mystery~

The city’s muse and mystery, a knowing fox, gazes at those lost in a wilderness, made of rainbows rising from oil-slicked pools. Her rooftop was the wings of an angel, amid the lost wilderness of the city’s drone. It dons a masque made of a pirate’s flag. Keeps history’s severed hand between its legs in an acid rain.

#Art #DigitalArt #Photography #ProsePoem #Dreams #Phantasmagoria #Poetry #ProsePoetry #SpeculativePoetry #Surreal #SurrealPoetry #Surrealism #WordCollagePoem #WordCollage

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observations of the city’s muse and mysteryImplied Spaces
Of Bookish Things

Dadaist Report on Recession of Gu~1f0/riy)j

If you speak like a mad milliner, you will be considered to be following the rules. Rules. Rules. Rules. There will be no impact on regulations! If things get worse, they will get even worse. We have heard a lot about this recession at the centre pond pool’s polite poodles’ playground, while gathering green goats eating groats. Groats! Groats! Groats!

#Art #DigitalPhotography #EOS #EOS90D #MobilePhotography #Photography #Dadaist #AmericanPolitics #TrumpRegime #TrumpRecession #CanadianNews #Dadaism #Dadaist #DigitalArt #Art #Phoneography #Poetry #ProsePoetry #ProsePoem #SurrealArt

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Dadaist Report on Recession of Gu~1f0/riy)jImplied Spaces
Of Bookish Things

#Asemic #Postcards from Fractured Futures ~ Past Perfect Paradoxicals

Today, I saw this tree withering the eyes of an eagle – flippantly flesh-flora forelock for the first time. Ornithology shows that old trees exist in the present tense – tinsel tonsil tingles tangle pantheistical propagandist’s purloined paranormal mythopoeic mackerel. In the early days of democracy, democracy was weakened by nationalism – the upper floors looked clean and modern as an albatross’ labyrinth and banana toupee. Historically, this was driven by religious differences and oranges.

m̻̚̚ḙ̚̚d᷾̚̚e͚̚̚n͐̚̚ȉ̚̚y͊̚̚e̘̚̚t͉̚̚ s̍̚̚ı̰̚̚ȑ̚̚ b̶̚̚a̚̚ͅğ᷅̚̚ḷ̚̚ı̂̚̚ q͖̚̚a͉̚̚r̋̚̚t͊̚̚a̅̚̚l͌̚̚ L̼͎ͤe̼᷆͘ y̼͍ͬi̼͇ͩl̼͒̎ y̫̼̘á̧̼̌a͎̼͝n̼̠ͣa̤̼͒l̼̇̌ i͓̼̰n̼̉̐f̷̼᷃a̼̐ͬn̤̼ͫt̜̼͂i͉̼̩l̼̱͟ õ̼̮ǒ̼̚k̲̼͑ô̼᷄l̷͙̼ m͏̼̹e̢̺̼d͉̼ͭi̼ͤ̽o̱̼̣s̼̆̃ j̼̑́u̩̼̗m̗̼̉p̞̼ͤ’͖̼̯é̼ͨͅě̼̱l̼̦̆ l͔̼͙e̫̼͂ ȍ̼͋c̲̼ͣë̼́ͣs͎̼͏ l̼͘͞ȩ̖̼ i̼̹͠c̼͊̌ẖ̼᷀í̼᷿l̺̼̰ m̼ͯ̾á͓̼̔a̼̓͡n̼ͤ͞ ẹ̼ͪs̬̼̰c̼᷀͏á̼͛̄n̼̓᷉d̼͕́a̼̹ͩl᷿̼̍o᷿̼ͫ p̭̼̰r̼̀ͤo̼̅ͨm̗̼̔e̼᷉ͬd̡̼̟ì̺̼o̼͒͐.̼᷉͢ ó̼͟͡o̪̼͜l̶̼͒a̼͉͢l̺̼̘ m̳̼̓ạ̼́̓a̼̘᷅n̼̲̈́ ë̼́̄s̤̼ͫc̼ͧ̚á̼̠̐n̼̂̉d͚̼͋á̼̳l̵̮̼o̼᷅͝ ứ̼ ÿ̙̼é̼ͣͥe̼͆̏t̼̼᷄e̲̼͊l̖̼̃ j̼͖̈ū͕̼m̼͗͠p̼ͮ̑’̼̩͞é̼̽᷈e̸̼᷉l̼͋̐ u̙̼̥

#AsemicPostcard #AsemicArt #AsemicWriting #Collage #Dada #DeconstructedText #CollageArt #Absurdist #DigitalArt #Art #ProsePoem #GlitchedText #ProsePoetry #AlternativeReality #SpeculativePoetry #Februllage2025 #Scanography
#Dadaist #Dadaism

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Asemic Postcards from Fractured Futures ~ Past Perfect ParadoxicalsAsemic Tarot
Of Bookish Things

#Asemic #Postcards from Fractured Futures ~ Past Perfect Particles

~in the fleshy mezzotint wombs limited several stimuli boils silent, makes scattered screameries, belted tragicomic hands déjà vu, rot inner owls, people these thinner spiritual things are found broken, people allow themselves flatulence, radicals regroup past prologues proletariat~ď͍͍h͍̰͍é͍͍̿a͍̩͍l͍͍᷇’͍͍̓o͍͖͍l͍̞͍ oink oil parsume legit~k͍̮͍o͍͍̽r͍͍᷀n͍͍᷅s͍͍͝s͍͍͟m͍̠͍͍͜ a͍͍͡ ~ in the open world, snowy, bastje ^’~ 6^~ď͍͍h͍̰͍é͍͍̿a͍̩͍n͍͍᷅s͍͍͝s͍͍͟m͍̠͍͍͜ a͍͍͡ Л͍҈͍о͍͍҆с͍҈͍н͍͍҃ s͍͍᷀e͍̮͍ l͍̤͍j͍͇͍e͍͈͍p͍̲͍o͍͍᷀t͍͍͛i͍̜͍?͍͍͢ K͍̺͍o͍͍͜i͍̬͍j͍͍̏ c͍᷿͍e͍͈͍n͍̤͍ā͍͍ д͍͍҇и͍͍҄а͍͍҇г͍͍҆р͍͍҄а͍͍҃м͍҈͍м͍҉͍а͍͍҄с͍͍҇н͍͍҇ д͍҉͍и͍͍҅а͍͍҃с͍͍҅н͍҈͍ s͍͍ͤm͍͈͍e͍͍᷁q͍̼͍n͍͍̿ũ͍͍î͍͍t͍͍̋s͍̩͍ q͍͍ͭn͍͏͍o͍͍̎y͍̦͍ m͍͍᷇e͍͍͞k͍͍͢o͍̼͍i͍͍ͭs͍͍͟ȃ͍͍n͍̤͍t͍͍ͯe͍̟͍i͍͍͘o͍͓͍i͍͍ͭs̛͍͍ȃ͍͍n͍͍̉j͍͍ͭi͍̫͍a͍̩͍g͍͍̓a͍͍̓n͍͍͝j͍͍ͤe͍᷊͍ c͍͍͊e͍͍᷃t͍᷿͍ l͍͍᷇’͍͍̓o͍͖͍l͍̞͍k͍̮͍o͍͍̽r͍͍᷀ r͍̳͍/~^e~ to be or knot too beans

#AsemicPostcard #AsemicArt #AsemicWriting #Collage #Dada #DeconstructedText #CollageArt #Absurdist #DigitalArt #Art #ProsePoem #GlitchedText #ProsePoetry #AlternativeReality #SpeculativePoetry #Februllage2025 #Scanography
#Dadaist #Dadaism
asemictarot.wordpress.com/2025

Asemic Postcards from Fractured Futures ~ Past Perfect ParticlesAsemic Tarot
Of Bookish Things

Green Dog ~ A Dadaist Parable

Green Dog –

Stunned, facing the sandy beach, we exchanged cups, and made a terrible mistake. This is terrible, plans, dreams. Death, unidentified blankets, empty buckets, fire. This is the desire to go to heaven.

#DadaistParable #WordCollage #ProsePoem #ProsePoetry #DadaistParable #DadaistProsePoetry #Photography #EOS #EOS90D
#DigitalArt #DadaistPoetry #Dreamscape #Dadaist #Art #Dadaism #Absurdist

asemictarot.wordpress.com/2024

Green Dog – A Dadaist ParableAsemic Tarot
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Of Bookish Things

A Dadaist #Parable

The betting sun rose near shim, thorns blue earth - cave in the ringvar í er omni gudurin sky, a lone dragon stood in the yellowed sun. Tau txais txoj cai. yog hloov los shadowy planets even further - Death is a great shark, the storm is stronger. The sea is like a potato rolling wire fly cutting engine haste power mule train sum ein kartoffel -

Havið er togi, og flugu skorin stýrileysur dreki sosterkari place. Hours fast! It's stronger than him. The bottom boiled—boiled, boiled, like a kókaði Botnurin — skjótir! Tað sumcake running in black mist,
it was in many, the welcome god was a rudderless dragon as strong as a ruby.

It was nor spring. They met a dragon stronger, stronger than him. He was so strong, like an onion or a ruby's tear.

The shrinking sea beneath
the black dragon was boiling-boiling, boiling,

like a kettle in the hauj lwm hloov tagnrho wind. An hour of hope and faith will crush any rojsummer qhov zoo rau lub mooswill that appears in your way - but it will do it all in an hour. An hour.

The worker comes from within - the turtle's hell is but a flickering star in the shallow pool of a goat's caress, the hand is open as the night sky.

#WordCollage #ProsePoem #ProsePoetry #DadaistParable #DadaistProsePoetry #Photography #Monochrome #MobilePhotography #Sepia
#Phoneography #DigitalArt #DadaistPoetry #Dreamscape #Dadaist

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