Penguin, penguin, burning bright
On the icefield in the night,
What incendiary spark
Could break the sempiternal dark?
In what broken, tattered dream,
Filled with fumes of kerosene,
Threw the match or tossed the lighter,
Watched as fire flickered brighter?
And what elbow and what art
Could bend the ruler of that heart?
And when that heart would skip a beat,
What was then around to eat?
What the bucket? what the rope?
In what chimney was there smoke?
What the matchbox? What fell fool
Lit the penguin's wading pool?
When the penguins built their biers,
And kept their thoughts between their ears,
Did critics see the penguin's flare,
Or care to note a fire there?
Penguin, penguin, burning bright
On the icefield in the night,
What incendiary spark
Could break the sempiternal dark?
Friday, September 5, 2014
Wednesday, August 6, 2014
Narcissus-X Drifts
Adit of thought, tenebrous tunnel, Narcissus-X drifts. Silent silverfish sinuous linear tracings shining darkly, sibilant mutterings echoing in reverberant reverie.
Mauve and gas-lamp gleam. Colors of darkness in night unseen. Sheen and shimmer, shivering sounds, sullen intensity glaring from work undone, Narcissus-X seeks.
Seeks and Sykes and cymbals clash, snare drums roll and trumpets blare. Signs and silence, sight and sense, pellucid penguins' darting flair. Flamboyant flambeau, felicitous facade. Narcissus-X does not, can not, paste pastiche pretense: plaudits or no.
Away! Avaunt! Avalanche riders in a storm. Narcissus-X is artist, Narcissus-X declares: behold the ebon gleam.
Mauve and gas-lamp gleam. Colors of darkness in night unseen. Sheen and shimmer, shivering sounds, sullen intensity glaring from work undone, Narcissus-X seeks.
Seeks and Sykes and cymbals clash, snare drums roll and trumpets blare. Signs and silence, sight and sense, pellucid penguins' darting flair. Flamboyant flambeau, felicitous facade. Narcissus-X does not, can not, paste pastiche pretense: plaudits or no.
Away! Avaunt! Avalanche riders in a storm. Narcissus-X is artist, Narcissus-X declares: behold the ebon gleam.
Friday, July 25, 2014
Narcissus-X Listens
Whither the penguins? Whence the pence? Hence the artichokes cry: the best Hollandaise passed, alas! Narcissus-X envisages, visions vast.
Fleecy fragments, delicate ashen vestiges drifting away: born by breezes unseen yet tasting dry with desiccant doubts. Narcissus-X doubts, but doubts not. Never cry nay! The horse neighs, the dog barks, but trees stand silent: yet speak in any but the gentlest breeze. Hush, say the trees! Hush! Narcissus-X listens.
Fleecy fragments, delicate ashen vestiges drifting away: born by breezes unseen yet tasting dry with desiccant doubts. Narcissus-X doubts, but doubts not. Never cry nay! The horse neighs, the dog barks, but trees stand silent: yet speak in any but the gentlest breeze. Hush, say the trees! Hush! Narcissus-X listens.
Monday, June 16, 2014
Narcissus-X: Baleful Bandicoots; Chimeric Penguins
Monotonous beat, monotremic metronome of momentous moments long since buried beneath bales of baleful bandicoots. Bah! Narcissus-X avers adiabatic lapse rates ascending crescendos of cacophonous coliiformes.
Die Fledermaus flutters, yet Narcissus-X remains. What price flight? Whence the two pence pettifogger, and zeppelins built for two? A rose by any other name would smell up the entire back 40: but no, bunga bangkai, Sumatran sullenness, six times six; and weave a circle round him thrice; but no!
Avaunt, people from Porlock, away! Approach no more! For Narcissus-X still stands! Stands for art, sands of time, sands of time drifting slowly toward the past.
But there! Narcissus-X strains through the glare, the noise, the fluttering festoons fast fading fearfully, and beholds! The dome! The caves of ice! And the river, running straight and true as Mandelbrot's maze to caverns measureless by man, to the sunless sea.
Narcissus-X remains no more. The music loud and long sounds silently amid groves of dulcimers and broken lutes.
The river calls, the vision recedes, but no more swiftly than Narcissus-X advances: for Narcissus-X is art, Narcissus-X is artist, and Narcissus-X heeds the call; set forth once more, and pressing on sail beyond the glittering caves and shouting birds, to the sunless sea.
For it is there, deep beneath the obsidian sky, that Narcissus-X calibrates the cadence of chimeric penguins sliding swiftly toward the Acheron shore.
Die Fledermaus flutters, yet Narcissus-X remains. What price flight? Whence the two pence pettifogger, and zeppelins built for two? A rose by any other name would smell up the entire back 40: but no, bunga bangkai, Sumatran sullenness, six times six; and weave a circle round him thrice; but no!
Avaunt, people from Porlock, away! Approach no more! For Narcissus-X still stands! Stands for art, sands of time, sands of time drifting slowly toward the past.
But there! Narcissus-X strains through the glare, the noise, the fluttering festoons fast fading fearfully, and beholds! The dome! The caves of ice! And the river, running straight and true as Mandelbrot's maze to caverns measureless by man, to the sunless sea.
Narcissus-X remains no more. The music loud and long sounds silently amid groves of dulcimers and broken lutes.
The river calls, the vision recedes, but no more swiftly than Narcissus-X advances: for Narcissus-X is art, Narcissus-X is artist, and Narcissus-X heeds the call; set forth once more, and pressing on sail beyond the glittering caves and shouting birds, to the sunless sea.
For it is there, deep beneath the obsidian sky, that Narcissus-X calibrates the cadence of chimeric penguins sliding swiftly toward the Acheron shore.
Saturday, June 7, 2014
Plutonic Plasticity, Pattering Pizza, Penguin Peccadilloes
Agora, Rialto, Portobello Road: occidental accident of incidental commercialism. Whence shall Narcissus-X ponder pandering pattering of penguin peccadilloes? Pinochle palaces, posturing potentates, peregrinating pinnance of plutonic platitudes.
The market, the market, the market so fair: come sample, come barter, come peddle your wares! Sell art by the bushel, flair by the pound.
Narcissus-X broods.
And brooding, Narcissus-X sees: plutonic provinces of illimitable plasticity. Air and water, earth and fire: Moro saw, yet did not comprehend. Perceived, yet did not understand. Not the dark, not the night, not the aching silence of penguins taking flight. Narcissus-X sees: abyssal, unfathomable, submerged beneath compressing capstones of cognizant comprehension; the furnace of dreams, forge of fantasy, crucible of imagery.
Or did Narcissus-X have too much pizza?
The market, the market, the market so fair: come sample, come barter, come peddle your wares! Sell art by the bushel, flair by the pound.
Narcissus-X broods.
And brooding, Narcissus-X sees: plutonic provinces of illimitable plasticity. Air and water, earth and fire: Moro saw, yet did not comprehend. Perceived, yet did not understand. Not the dark, not the night, not the aching silence of penguins taking flight. Narcissus-X sees: abyssal, unfathomable, submerged beneath compressing capstones of cognizant comprehension; the furnace of dreams, forge of fantasy, crucible of imagery.
Or did Narcissus-X have too much pizza?
Thursday, April 3, 2014
Silent Crystal Penguins
Inverted shades, pale drifting reminders of cold and emptiness waft without intent and yet gather, entombing nascent knives of parkland opulence.
Narcissus-X returns from travels under the ebon sky, carries obsidian visions sought amid throngs of crystal penguins. Silent crystal penguins, colonnades of silent crystal penguins.
Narcissus-X returns from travels under the ebon sky, carries obsidian visions sought amid throngs of crystal penguins. Silent crystal penguins, colonnades of silent crystal penguins.
Friday, March 28, 2014
Flickering Fantasies Fade
Platitudes patter painfully, pandering philistines prattle in the wax museum and candle shop of bankrupt philosophies.
Away! Begone! Avaunt! Skedaddle! Snark hunters beware! Narcissus-X will not yield! Bark, barkers, bark! Art will out! Out art Art!
Or is that blood will out? Without blood, Dracula's occupation gone! Flickering fantasies fade, turning stale in the gray morning light fantastic trips trifles truffles Truffaut's screen credits crunch crisply.
Narcissus-X wakes, yet dreams; dreams, yet walks amid silent penguins. Silent crystal penguins. Silent crystal penguins, under an obsidian sky.
Away! Begone! Avaunt! Skedaddle! Snark hunters beware! Narcissus-X will not yield! Bark, barkers, bark! Art will out! Out art Art!
Or is that blood will out? Without blood, Dracula's occupation gone! Flickering fantasies fade, turning stale in the gray morning light fantastic trips trifles truffles Truffaut's screen credits crunch crisply.
Narcissus-X wakes, yet dreams; dreams, yet walks amid silent penguins. Silent crystal penguins. Silent crystal penguins, under an obsidian sky.
Monday, March 24, 2014
Till the Tiger Shall Sit on the Fence
Xanthus, Prokoptas, pablum, pandering philistines, obtuse potentates!
Art! ART! Narcissus-X and art! Art not naught for nattering nabobs of nihilistic nincompoopery!!!
Sing toot, sing poot, sing rooti-toot-toot. Sing on the corner for pfennigs and pence, sing till the tiger shall sit on the fence.
Narcissus-X broods.
Brooding hens, hence harmonies cacophonous silently slither nigh nightshade-shrouded ambiance.
Whither the penguins? Whither crystal penguins silhouetted neath an obsidian sky? Baneful penguins with burning eyes: eyes that pierce the night.
Feathers. Feathering. Fletchers, falcons, fain fletch but do not fetch.
Bowser, browsers, bantering boors. Simpering sceptically, simmering sneers.
Away! Away! Narcissus-X and art! Art ready for art? Hark! Narcissus-X Comes!
Art! ART! Narcissus-X and art! Art not naught for nattering nabobs of nihilistic nincompoopery!!!
Sing toot, sing poot, sing rooti-toot-toot. Sing on the corner for pfennigs and pence, sing till the tiger shall sit on the fence.
Narcissus-X broods.
Brooding hens, hence harmonies cacophonous silently slither nigh nightshade-shrouded ambiance.
Whither the penguins? Whither crystal penguins silhouetted neath an obsidian sky? Baneful penguins with burning eyes: eyes that pierce the night.
Feathers. Feathering. Fletchers, falcons, fain fletch but do not fetch.
Bowser, browsers, bantering boors. Simpering sceptically, simmering sneers.
Away! Away! Narcissus-X and art! Art ready for art? Hark! Narcissus-X Comes!
Friday, March 21, 2014
Narcissus-X: Obsidian Vistas of Opalescent Vacuity
Insomniac icosahedrons, insoucianct inclinations, peregrine pundits pitching pandering platitudes.
Narcissus-X in hadopelagic wanderings witnessed obsidian vistas of opalescent vacuity.
Abstraction of darkness, chasm of night, splinters of twilight, artistic delight.
Whence go the musings, when there are none?
Narcissus-X ponders.
Narcissus-X in hadopelagic wanderings witnessed obsidian vistas of opalescent vacuity.
Abstraction of darkness, chasm of night, splinters of twilight, artistic delight.
Whence go the musings, when there are none?
Narcissus-X ponders.
Monday, March 10, 2014
Narcissus-X: Finished in the Kiln of Completion
Pilfering peccadilloes of pernicious platitudes, plebeian pundits pander!
Avaunt, antagonists of artistic ambiguity! Cares Narcissus-X for contemptuous calumnies; cacophonous calliopes, droning, drowning, drenching Calliope's questing cartographer?
Fie! Fee, fi, fo, fum; do re mi fa so la ti dough sticks until it be finished in the kiln of completion!
Sticks, stones, words, bones: naught knot, for art must untied be!
A hearse! A hearse! My kingpin for a hearse! Would that nonchalant nabobs of negligible knowledge gnaw and gnaw, and be a version of things long past participle or is it a penguin?
Penguins! Great obsidian crystal penguins begin their march.
Avaunt, antagonists of artistic ambiguity! Cares Narcissus-X for contemptuous calumnies; cacophonous calliopes, droning, drowning, drenching Calliope's questing cartographer?
Fie! Fee, fi, fo, fum; do re mi fa so la ti dough sticks until it be finished in the kiln of completion!
Sticks, stones, words, bones: naught knot, for art must untied be!
A hearse! A hearse! My kingpin for a hearse! Would that nonchalant nabobs of negligible knowledge gnaw and gnaw, and be a version of things long past participle or is it a penguin?
Penguins! Great obsidian crystal penguins begin their march.
Monday, March 3, 2014
Narcissus-X Alphabetizes
Aberrant asynchronicity batters baleful cacophonies, cancelling dullard drudges eccentrically euhemerizing fearsome ferrets!
Glad girandoles hoist hopeless integers integrating juxtaposed joviality, knowing kingfishers lugubriously languish miserably, misunderstood nabobs niggle obsequiously: ostentatious potentates!
Peerless questions, ridiculing reasons sinuously sinking through turgid tempests ubiquitously urging vehement viceroys without weal? Xanthippe's xenogeny yearns yeastily, Zillah's ziggurat!
Glad girandoles hoist hopeless integers integrating juxtaposed joviality, knowing kingfishers lugubriously languish miserably, misunderstood nabobs niggle obsequiously: ostentatious potentates!
Peerless questions, ridiculing reasons sinuously sinking through turgid tempests ubiquitously urging vehement viceroys without weal? Xanthippe's xenogeny yearns yeastily, Zillah's ziggurat!
Friday, February 28, 2014
Narcissus-X Amid Silent Menhirs
Adiabatic semblance of barometric metronomes echo in fulsome fusillades of harmony and silence.
If silence falls and Narcissus-X there is not, not is there Narcissus-X and falls silence if palindromic pandemonium ensues endlessly recursion of Mandelbrot set match point toward an obsidian sky below and endless night above.
Sweetly sibilant shibboleths rustle through groves of gumshoe soft-shoe buck and wing and nine makes six.
Hexagonal hexameters of horizons horizontal Xanthippe xylophone zither not for whom the zygote zooms: it zooms not for thee.
Whither zebras of obsidian hue and ebony? Howsoever Narcissus-X agonized art of art thou too two to toot? Rooty-toot-toot.
Narcissus-X muses, and musing, meanders amid silent menhirs of long-forgotten ambitions.
If silence falls and Narcissus-X there is not, not is there Narcissus-X and falls silence if palindromic pandemonium ensues endlessly recursion of Mandelbrot set match point toward an obsidian sky below and endless night above.
Sweetly sibilant shibboleths rustle through groves of gumshoe soft-shoe buck and wing and nine makes six.
Hexagonal hexameters of horizons horizontal Xanthippe xylophone zither not for whom the zygote zooms: it zooms not for thee.
Whither zebras of obsidian hue and ebony? Howsoever Narcissus-X agonized art of art thou too two to toot? Rooty-toot-toot.
Narcissus-X muses, and musing, meanders amid silent menhirs of long-forgotten ambitions.
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Where Shattered Stars Scream
Narcissus-X sees what linearity of time brings soft percussions of pattering platitudes but penguins pull pale parabolas of inverted ailerons and never say whatever became of the twelfth of never night fell far from the tree of endless night where shattered stars scream in the obsidian sky.
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