from the depths of a seashell
a grain of sand falls
called mature at eighteen years
all that I know of the world
On CousinshipI once showed my friend an Oreo cakeOn Cousinship by ~Falareste
in every sense of the word—Oreo-shaped,
though wide around as my waist,
with four thick, crushed-Oreo layers
stacked amongst Oreo-cream filling
embedded with more crushed Oreos,
and the whole thing lathered over
with icing (Oreo-flavored, I presume)
and garnished with Oreos,
two per slice, not counting the minis
and uncountable crushed Oreos. I said,
Now, that is America on a plate,
and he, though he was British, laughed
and I could not help but think
of old Jefferson, his time-eaten bones rattling
at the double insult. Old Jefferson, who they said
was weak-voiced, but a talented writer
nonetheless—one who might appreciate irony,
perhaps, that didn't involve the British.
He and the others—
how, I wonder, would they react
if I told them, told the sailors, the soldiers,
the citizens, Patriot and Loyalist alike—told them all
that this morning,
at a university named for the First General,
a man spo
small heresiesthis morning in General Chemistrysmall heresies by ~Falareste
while trying to keep up with the professor
I wrote in pen accidentally
The three-dimensional particle-
in-a-box model is
a good model for predicting the behavior
of a matter wave confined to a region in space
and would have stopped to further scribble it out
if I had not remembered where I was.
Harvest SongOnce, I was the plainHarvest Song by ~Falareste
where badgers napped among twining roots,
where voles wrestled beneath the grasses,
and where the elk roamed, stately at dawn.
And I was the plain
where meadowlarks nestled against the earth.
I was the plain
of asters, smooth and willow,
of blue vervain and blue-eyed grass,
of sawtooth sunflowers and wild onions,
of compass plants,
of obedience plants,
of orange milkweed blooms that flew—
and, of course, the grain.
(At that time, we saw only the grain.)
Sometimes, I was the plain
and you were the hawk—
and your wings covered the summer sky
and the sun shone from between your feathers
and the grain bent and swayed, bent and fluttered
and shone with the dance of gold upon gold!
(Only the gold of falling stalks could rival that gold.)
Now, I am the plain
alone—hawkless, and grainless.
I am the plain
where the grass
has failed to regrow—I am the plain
where only wind stirs
though one can hear,
Integration by PartsTo trace, in deep gray, the curves and hooksIntegration by Parts by ~Falareste
of silent numbers, is to invoke
the whorls of seashells, edges stiff
as curled rulers. Slide a graphite tip
along the length of a snake, and there
you'll find a bucket rising from a well
or leaves fluttering from a wind-tossed tree,
sketching arcs in the cooling air. Somewhere,
a scrap of paper rots at the root
of a creaking tower; somewhere,
a stallion, against a star-domed sphere, strikes
his angled hoof—and sings, and louder sings.
How to Win Friends and Influence Deviantart Part 1*Title stolen from a well-known and favourite book of mineHow to Win Friends and Influence Deviantart Part 1 by =Kxhara
Part 1: Submitting with POWER
I know there are a million "how to be popular" guides on DA and a million more parody versions of them. This article isn't about becoming popular, or starting drama or racking up pageviews as fast as possible for the sake of seeing a larger number.
This article won't make your art better, or make you more a more popular personality. However, what I've noticed is that many artists are missing out on feedback and exposure that they should be getting if not for a few common mistakes. Time after time, I've read on Artist's Confessions, or just browsing through members' personal journals that their gallery doesn't recieve any traffic and they can't improve because they're not getting any feedback. They feel like their lack of popularity is a personal statement. That their art isn't worth looking at. This is entirely untrue.
Hopefully this will help you, the underexposed artist, to b
|No need for points- this is just a placeholder for my close readings/analyses of poems.|
"I'm not much of a poet, nor am I much of a critic, but I believe strongly that the key to writing poetry well is reading it well- reading many different styles, from many different poets, and understanding how their poems are put together. There's far more to a good poem than a rhyme and a metaphor or two.
The poems I pick will not be from deviantART, but from known/published poets (some fringe poets as well as Frost, Williams, Keats, and so forth), though I do plan on doing some dA poetry features sometime."
List of close readings so far:
--I. Ars Poetica by Archibald MacLeish: [link]
--II. At Roane Head by Robin Robertson: [link]
--III. Evening Hawk by Robert Penn Warren: [link]
Updates every Friday/Saturday.