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Daily Lit Deviations for December 23rd, 2012
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Poetry
Featured by `LiliWrites
Taut by *beeinthebottle
Lisa neatly juxtaposes clever wordplay
with the reality of being an introvert in
this quick-paced, witty poem.
Suggested by: *queenofrelax
Featured by: *Carmalain7
Windmilli am raw;
waiting for the skillet
kiss
me though the windmill
be careful not to
miss
me through the windmill
paint on me, a target:
erase
paint on me,
a smiling face
i am burnt;
waiting for the sunset
kiss
me through the windmill
be very careful not to
miss
me through the windmill
lips like morphine
words flow like ipecac
until you come back
lips like morphine
wordless chatter
against your scattered
anatomy
love is a windmill
for this reason, i slow our blades
let us
cultivate
Windmill by ~WillSchenck
Suggester: "i've loved this poem for
a long while now and really think it deserves
more attention. the very first stanza is such
a striking and unique image that instantly takes
my breath away, and the rhythm is so melodic it
just lulls me through the poem. it's simplistically
and beautifully written, and permeated with passion."
Suggested by *alapip
Featured by: `thetaoofchaos
mansuetude and sentiment.parietal flowers of your (mouth, eyes, ears)
plication and pleating of the house plants lives
revel in it: swim in it.
litter your hands with it.
house plants, house cats, house shadows on the grass,
all so orthogonal and plain.
oh
your
grasp
and
tales so phatic, maybe penitent but never dull.
maybe.
maybe your
parasitism should be pushed to perdition
maybe the limbs of the house plants will
pave your terrene and turning gaze.
oh dear
votre sentiment est tardive et vil et pâle.
mansuetude and sentiment. by *nighttimebeautiful
The moodiness of the poem is counterbalanced
by the almost clinical nature of the diction -
a mysterious sort of precision that intrigues.
Prose
Featured by `LiliWrites
On Dead Leaves and Other Valuable Things by `FuzzyHoser
This meditation on faith, family, and the way
tradition connects us all is short but powerful.
Suggested by *alapip
Featured by *xlntwtch
I buildOne day, something changed.
I had always been able to hear the sound of the servomotors beneath my skin; I had always been able to feel the shape and temperature of the deck rail beneath the sensors on my fingertips. I had always been able to infer, by vibration and heat, where in a given space a supervisor might be.
I had always known, but now I knew.
Something had been building.
Things build. The sciences build. Mathematics builds, calculus on algebra on arithmetic. Physics builds on mathematics. Chemistry builds on physics, biology builds on chemistry, psychology builds on biology.
The sciences build, becoming more diffuse as they do,
I Build by ~consolecadet
A wonderful sci-fi vignette by a talented writer.
Suggester says: Though this subject has been covered
before, I've never seen it covered better.
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Prepared by: `thetaoofchaos
four of my favorite writers got DLDs!
two of them i suggested! yes! yes!