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.
Friday, February 28, 2014
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.
Monday, October 14, 2013
Lime-Scented Squirrel
Narcissus-X sees not the sun. The sun shines not today. Water runs down a window like a lime-scented squirrel.
Squirrels. Pearls. Peacock pearls before swine curves have amplitude without attitude but trending sets of syllogistic silence echo vainly against the night.
Squirrels. Vacant memories drift. Flour sifts but flowers fade. Who mourns for Twitchimius? Mourn not the Golden Grove, for lo! It mourns for thee.
Squirrels. Pearls. Peacock pearls before swine curves have amplitude without attitude but trending sets of syllogistic silence echo vainly against the night.
Squirrels. Vacant memories drift. Flour sifts but flowers fade. Who mourns for Twitchimius? Mourn not the Golden Grove, for lo! It mourns for thee.
Monday, August 19, 2013
Narcissus-X in Hexagonal Recursion of Pattering Penguins
Yesterday.
Today.
Tomorrow.
The day after tomorrow.
The day before the day after tomorrow.
Asymptotic curve of irredeemable cognitive dissonance echoes against obsidian skies of unanswered questions and questionable answers in athanasian redundancy of crystalline mirrors shattering!
Where is Narcissus-X? When is Narcissis-X? Who, what, why is Narcissus-X? Hexagonal recursion of pattering penguins. Silent penguins. Silent crystal penguins, with terrible red glowing eyes.
Patter, prattle, pudding and pie: why does Narcissus-X, oh, why?!
Today.
Tomorrow.
The day after tomorrow.
The day before the day after tomorrow.
Asymptotic curve of irredeemable cognitive dissonance echoes against obsidian skies of unanswered questions and questionable answers in athanasian redundancy of crystalline mirrors shattering!
Where is Narcissus-X? When is Narcissis-X? Who, what, why is Narcissus-X? Hexagonal recursion of pattering penguins. Silent penguins. Silent crystal penguins, with terrible red glowing eyes.
Patter, prattle, pudding and pie: why does Narcissus-X, oh, why?!
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Penguins, Silently Screaming
Cold.
Darkness.
Illimitable cold and darkness.
Penguins. Where are the penguins? Where have all the penguins gone? Cold crystal penguins shattering in silent disharmonious ethereal chitterings.
Narcissus-X hears the penguins: the penguins that are gone, all gone, all gone far away in cold dark screaming silence.
Darkness.
Cold.
Dark coldness, boundless and bare, stretching far away.
Where are the penguins? WHERE ARE THE PENGUINS?!
Darkness.
Illimitable cold and darkness.
Penguins. Where are the penguins? Where have all the penguins gone? Cold crystal penguins shattering in silent disharmonious ethereal chitterings.
Narcissus-X hears the penguins: the penguins that are gone, all gone, all gone far away in cold dark screaming silence.
Darkness.
Cold.
Dark coldness, boundless and bare, stretching far away.
Where are the penguins? WHERE ARE THE PENGUINS?!
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Narcissus-X: Cymbals Clashing in Silent Sibilance
Arrested frustrations festooned with filtered folly! To die! to sleep! To sleep! Perchance to dream! Rubes rubbing rubber baby buggy bumpers!
Electric penguins flash adamant cymbals clashing against the iron sky!
To die? When die-cut stickers make mockery of Art?! Out, out, brief shish kebab of silent sibilance!
Never! Never shall Narcissus-X say "die!" For Narcissus-X is Art, and Art is Narcissus-X, and Art must out!
Or is that "murder must out?" No, that's "murder will out," or "Murder Must Advertise:" NO! NO! NO! Simplistic shamans of simpering solutions!!! Or was that Sherlock Holmes?
- - -
Silent sibilance! Sibilant silence! She sells sea shells by the sea shore, but never asks for whom the bell tolls!
Should auld acquaintance be forgot? Should Art ape actuality?
And if Art ascends beyond the habitually hackneyed mediocrity of mendacious manipulations? Away with aesthetics! Begone, platitudinous posturings!
But what then?!
If Art abdicates aesthetics, retreats from reason, disdains the poetry of sight: does art become anti-Art?! And if anti-Art be Art, then Art, to be Art, must oppose the shimmering shibboleth of sententious anti-Art?!
For if anti-Art is the formalistic anti-formalism of conventional informalistic eccentricity? Then Art must, if Art is to be truly free from the fetters of convention: adhere to conventions?!
Narcissus-X must ponder this imponderable puzzle.
Electric penguins flash adamant cymbals clashing against the iron sky!
To die? When die-cut stickers make mockery of Art?! Out, out, brief shish kebab of silent sibilance!
Never! Never shall Narcissus-X say "die!" For Narcissus-X is Art, and Art is Narcissus-X, and Art must out!
Or is that "murder must out?" No, that's "murder will out," or "Murder Must Advertise:" NO! NO! NO! Simplistic shamans of simpering solutions!!! Or was that Sherlock Holmes?
- - -
Silent sibilance! Sibilant silence! She sells sea shells by the sea shore, but never asks for whom the bell tolls!
Should auld acquaintance be forgot? Should Art ape actuality?
And if Art ascends beyond the habitually hackneyed mediocrity of mendacious manipulations? Away with aesthetics! Begone, platitudinous posturings!
But what then?!
If Art abdicates aesthetics, retreats from reason, disdains the poetry of sight: does art become anti-Art?! And if anti-Art be Art, then Art, to be Art, must oppose the shimmering shibboleth of sententious anti-Art?!
For if anti-Art is the formalistic anti-formalism of conventional informalistic eccentricity? Then Art must, if Art is to be truly free from the fetters of convention: adhere to conventions?!
Narcissus-X must ponder this imponderable puzzle.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Narcissus-X Avers
Nittering nabobs of nadiric notions!
Clattering calliopes! cacophonous calling cards of conventional claptrap!
Ankle-deep in angst, Narcissus-X protests!
Have none understood? Have none comprehended? Have None But the Lonely Heart is available now! Just eight dollars and ninety nine cents, plus shipping and handling! Operators are standing by! Cary and Ethel and Pyotr piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.
Cary? Carrie? Carry! Carry Me back to Old Virginny is a Bland song. Literally.
Why would anyone want to pickle a pepper, of all things?
Pepper, pickle, Piper, Peter, Pyotr, protest!
Narcissus-X protests!
Cryogenic caverns of crystalline coruscance! Sailing a frozen sea, under an obsidian sky, Narcissus-X avers the ascendance of art!
Clattering calliopes! cacophonous calling cards of conventional claptrap!
Ankle-deep in angst, Narcissus-X protests!
Have none understood? Have none comprehended? Have None But the Lonely Heart is available now! Just eight dollars and ninety nine cents, plus shipping and handling! Operators are standing by! Cary and Ethel and Pyotr piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.
Cary? Carrie? Carry! Carry Me back to Old Virginny is a Bland song. Literally.
Why would anyone want to pickle a pepper, of all things?
Pepper, pickle, Piper, Peter, Pyotr, protest!
Narcissus-X protests!
Cryogenic caverns of crystalline coruscance! Sailing a frozen sea, under an obsidian sky, Narcissus-X avers the ascendance of art!
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