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Daily Lit Deviations for September 27th, 2012
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Poetry
Featured by LiliWrites
Divination as a Means of Finding a Way Back 1. I say nothing I am thinking.
For twelve years I have wanted
to do exactly this, but suddenly
pronouncing my own name calls up
the question of who it belongs to
in the same breath Like
Solomon I was born a singer
but in the wrong key and my
chords will not carry me, will not
summon the wolves to me only
packs of hungry dogs
stupid with domestication
but nearly feral And like
a hungry ghost I have learned
not to speak against those
who will give me food
2. A sketch of myself.
He says I must have been born
in the wrong culture, he says. I got a taste of
the crackling heat here, heat to drive you crazy,
and suddenly I open my wide arms for
New Orleans, find myself needing the wind from
the Great Plains. Like a buffalo I have the spirit
of the Sun and I carry it with me. I am a plant
of burnt umber,
Divination as a Means of Finding a Way Back by AzizrianDaoXrak
Beautiful, enthralling, masterful -
these are just a few words
to describe this penetrating glance
into a poet's version of introspection.
Featured by: betwixtthepages
Summer MorningsThe sun fries greasy
as clouds break the runny yolk.
Crave those crispy sides.
NaPoWriMo - 15 by goddess-of-ravens
This humorous, quirky senryu by goddess-of-ravens
portrays a different side of nature: harsh, scrambled,
and fulfilling. Readers are sure to be left with grumbling
stomachs and pondering the sunrise in a new way.
Featured by: betwixtthepages
Myopic BraggadocioSun peacocks its rays
triumphant again
if just for the day.
Myopic Braggadocio by BatmanWithBunnyEars
This clever haiku leaves readers
imagining the sunrise in a different
way: as a strutting peacock,
feathers spread with pride.
Prose
Featured by doodlerTM
i. beginningThe rain fell in heavy sheets, obscuring the ground below and the sky above. It had been falling for fourteen days now, and would likely fall for many more. Years ago someone might have gone so far as to say that it was raining cats and dogs. But there were no more cats and dogs, and there was no one there to say that they were falling from the sky. In fact there wasn't much of anything except for the rain, which seemed in the emptiness to take on a life of its own. It was going to live for quite a while longer, but its death would be just as sudden and unexpected as its birth. Its mother the clouds drifted slowly across the sky as countless blimps.
If the rain falls for one hundred days and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?
Where there was once a giant, teeming, smog-choked city there was now a crater. It had been created sometime during the Panic, its cause readily apparent. It was an ugly scar in the ground, and the grass hadn't yet begun to grow around it; but then
i. beginning by foryoualullaby
A innovative piece, presumably about the
end of the world, that presents a glimmer
of hope at the conclusion of the story.
Featured by: SilverInkblot
PainThey had told me how it was going to be.
I was to lie still, and let them do the work, but hey, I never agreed to not scream, did I?
So I screamed. I screamed as if there was no tomorrow. I screamed because the local anesthesia didn't quite mask the effect of the six inch knife that was now slicing its way across my gut, the blood flowing down the sides, onto the table.
"Clench on this." The orderly pressed down a cloth firmly into my open mouth. The dry cloth smelt, but there was nothing I could do about it. So I clenched, as hard as I could. I must have been clenching really hard, since I think I passed out.
When I woke up the bearded doctor was standing over me, his pearly white teeth gleaming in the fluorescent light that hung over the window. A sulking nurse stood on the other side of the bed.
"It was a successful operation. You rest for now," he patted me on the shoulder. Leaving, he motioned to the nurse, "If you will."
From the corner of my eye, I saw the nurse inject something
Pain by SiNg0d
A grim look into a dystopian
society that one might mistake
for our own until the very end.
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Okay, here goes...
Many comments have been made, many people have hauled off and jumped and are now wondering what is really going on, many tears have been cried (at least by me cuz y'all--y'all are mean. Enough said about that, it doesn't matter. I wish everyone all of the best and more.
I would like to take a few minutes to say two things:
1) Many have come through DLD and been better in this literature community for it. Dedication and hard work helped forward their already progressing talent. Not me, not Will, not Lili or any other running administrator--just dedication and hard work. We have present and former hats, badges and most of all the owners of co
Will's Final Words
Final Words
It is with a hesitant mind and a bloated heart that I write this. DailyLitDeviations (https://www.deviantart.com/dailylitdeviations) was something that was formed out of frustration and anger. I suppose I am not surprised to see it go out that way. A young man named Brandon and I were complaining in a private chat room about how little literature was featured on dA and that we were tired of it. We both wrote several emails to the staff only to be ignored like so many quality artists out there. Eventually we knew that we had to do something or explode from frustration. And so DLD was born. I stayed up for 5 or 7 days straight. My wife hated me and my phone bill went throug
New Information...
It seems that all of you in need of seeing this tradition go on can be satisfied. I would direct you to the account of TheseKrimzonFlames (https://www.deviantart.com/thesekrimzonflames) where you will find links to a new account where his version of DLD will go on in a new and different form.
I am awaiting a journal entry from VertigoArt (https://www.deviantart.com/vertigoart) to post here with his thoughts on our closing of this particular project. It will be posted soonest.
Few know of my own love and time put into this project because few worked night and day alongside me to take care of everything possible from general administration duties to contests, to answering 100s of messages a day and soliciting everywhere p
Everyone, please hold on...
Please be advised that we are in the process of deciding what and how to do with this account by way of moving on--by "we" I mean myself, VertigoArt (https://www.deviantart.com/vertigoart), and various seniors/members that are interested in sticking with something DLD or DLD-like. Everyone's responses are being taken into consideration--even the personal attacks made on me are valued opinions. This account owns a number of points and I am considering doling them out to a group of people who would like to start-up a new group in the same vein. A group of people who are concerned with the work of the literature community and not the kudos that go with serving the community. I ha
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Thanks gang!