Narcissus-X rides the dark rainbow past a putter's green to the club house of grim contemplation. Malachite green, course of spinach hue, adjusting the grip and bending the knees slightly, to drive and drive and drive and still seek the green: ever present and ever distant.
Ectoparasitic concepts abound, skimming above the lawns and around the trunks.
An elephant lifts its trunk, but it's any portmanteau in a storm.
Narcissus-X regards the night, rides the dark rainbow through the obsidian sky.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Monday, March 1, 2010
Narcissus-X Assails the Acheronian Citidel
Narcissus-X assails the anthracitic tower: Acheronian citadel in a bituminous plane.
Plane geometry, Euclidean ideal. Lines and circles and arcs and tangents. Dark colors on darker ground.
What does Narcissus-X seek? What seeks Narcissus-X?
For within the tower is darkness, silence, the velvet quiet of ancient nights. Nights without moon, without stars, without gleaming eyes.
The tower taken, the gate sealed from within, the stair ascended, Narcissus-X gazes beyond the unseen horizon. And sees: darkness.
Or is it gleaming eyes?
Plane geometry, Euclidean ideal. Lines and circles and arcs and tangents. Dark colors on darker ground.
What does Narcissus-X seek? What seeks Narcissus-X?
For within the tower is darkness, silence, the velvet quiet of ancient nights. Nights without moon, without stars, without gleaming eyes.
The tower taken, the gate sealed from within, the stair ascended, Narcissus-X gazes beyond the unseen horizon. And sees: darkness.
Or is it gleaming eyes?
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Narcissus-X Muses on the Deeps of Narcissus-X
Narcissus-X tastes the brittle bitterness of cold type face Georgia Garamond and Swiss Script.
Away, stultifying obsessions with regimented demands of consistency! Narcissus-X is artist! Narcissus-X creates! Narcissus-X shines with umbral radiance of abyssal stars!
Tiny stars, bright stars - or are they cracks in the obsidian sky?
But no! The small minds, the microcosmic mechanicians whose vision scarcely extends beyond their bespectacled noses, do not understand. Perhaps they cannot understand.
For who can fathom the deeps of Narcissus-X, who has plunged deep into the grotto of velvet coal and sailed Stygian seas beneath the obsidian sky?
Away, stultifying obsessions with regimented demands of consistency! Narcissus-X is artist! Narcissus-X creates! Narcissus-X shines with umbral radiance of abyssal stars!
Tiny stars, bright stars - or are they cracks in the obsidian sky?
But no! The small minds, the microcosmic mechanicians whose vision scarcely extends beyond their bespectacled noses, do not understand. Perhaps they cannot understand.
For who can fathom the deeps of Narcissus-X, who has plunged deep into the grotto of velvet coal and sailed Stygian seas beneath the obsidian sky?
Monday, February 22, 2010
Narcissus-X Ponders Obsidian Chasms
Narcissus-X plummets through this endless pit of atrocities we call life, fleeing grim penguins. Terrible penguins with loon-red eyes.
Eyes, eyes! Piercing gaze, frozen glare, blinding glare of oncoming headlights!
Narcissus-X seeks the obsidian abyss. Dark, hidden, secret, known but to Narcissus-X.
Crystal penguins shatter against the walls. Ghastly shards scatter. No return. No escape. No light. No deposit, no return.
Do ghosts of crystal penguins haunt obsidian chasms?
Eyes, eyes! Piercing gaze, frozen glare, blinding glare of oncoming headlights!
Narcissus-X seeks the obsidian abyss. Dark, hidden, secret, known but to Narcissus-X.
Crystal penguins shatter against the walls. Ghastly shards scatter. No return. No escape. No light. No deposit, no return.
Do ghosts of crystal penguins haunt obsidian chasms?
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Narcissus-X Rails Against Arrogant Arachnid Administrators
Arrogant arachnid administrators, weaving webs of woe!
Narcissus-X is artist, talent, mind, vision! Not for Narcissus-X the stultifying confines of rigid regimens.
Small minds, little minds, brittle minds besotted with power, whose egos inflate: pulsating with self-importance. Above such is Narcissus-X!
Narcissus-X is artist, talent, mind, vision! Not for Narcissus-X the stultifying confines of rigid regimens.
Small minds, little minds, brittle minds besotted with power, whose egos inflate: pulsating with self-importance. Above such is Narcissus-X!
Monday, February 15, 2010
Narcissus-X Ponders Crystal Penguins
Narcissus-X gazes upon the glass. Hard, cold pane: skulking behind false frozen foliage of crystal traceries.
Whence come the flowers of ice, the ferny growths of intricate pattern?
Do they grow, as if by some dark design of frozen lifelessness in the secret hours of the night?
Or are they painted by crystal penguins?
Whence come the flowers of ice, the ferny growths of intricate pattern?
Do they grow, as if by some dark design of frozen lifelessness in the secret hours of the night?
Or are they painted by crystal penguins?
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Narcissus-X Contemplates the Toadstools of Forgotten Kings
Charcoal arabesques on a basaltic plain.
Dark mimicry of foliage, mockery of light.
Bawdy baubles, extravagant festoons of lifeless lace.
Still.
Silent.
Dark.
Have the grim penguins returned?
Dark mimicry of foliage, mockery of light.
Bawdy baubles, extravagant festoons of lifeless lace.
Still.
Silent.
Dark.
Have the grim penguins returned?
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