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I have a big gallery. If you're going to read anything from me, make it something from this box.

SuperimposeHe doesn't look like a gymnast. He's all button down shirts and frazzled grey hair framing wire spectacles, a picture perfect professorial archetype down to the very tips of his frayed shoelaces. But he was a gymnast once, or so he tells us, and I believe him because he smiles like he knows something while he's chatting before class.
It's strange to see that image superimposed over the current one – the distinguished professor in pressed khaki slacks and a jacket, worn brown loafers exuding a faintly courteous manner (you can always tell them by their shoes), and a ring on the fourth finger of his left hand – versus the athletic kid who went to college for a semester and grew nine inches too tall to keep doing what he loved so he took up a tennis racquet instead. Gymnasts don't wear suit jackets; no steel mill worker has such manicured nails. But the images are all there, flickering just under the surface and bubbling up again when he's recounting stories about his days in Pi
Tangential AsymptotesI think about falling in math class.
The boy in front of me is writing diligently, noting each and every word as though he forgot it was all in the textbook. He has dark hair all tangled up in the back like a bramble of thornbushes and his green hoodie looks like it could use a good washing.
The professor is rattling on about asymptotes, about two lines that go on forever, getting closer and closer but never touching. He tells us about the Greek roots of the word; asymptotos, that it means "not falling together," and he scribbles nonsense equations on the board and hopes that we understand them better than he does because tenure is the only reason he's teaching this class.
As much as I hate math, I have to admit there's something beautiful about the concept. Something romantic and longing, something I can relate to in a sea of cold precision and dispassionate numbers.
I think about falling in math class. I think about fractals and their intricate patterns, turning equations into art. T
Some Lovers III died on a cold
day, numbed fingers flexing,
grasping at the last traces of embers  
withering in the grate.
I died holding your hand,
the hand I accidentally fractured
when I pushed you  too
harshly near an edge
and you flailed to find
a more elegant way
to fall and then
I heard the scaphoid crack –
but I didn't. I heard the cry
first and the pain came later
but you held my
hand anyway.
I died with my arms
held over my head,
pinned down to the sheets by your solid
mass, fingers entwined  
with yours until I
could no longer tell which bones
were my own. I baked
in the aftermath of the dying
heat and felt the blood
pulsing
back into my fingers
before forgetting again
as you sighed into my neck.
I died on a cold
day, but I never felt
so
warm.
SurrogateI stopped using his full title
because it started sounding too formal,
and it’s hard to be standoffish with someone
who swaps albums and memories so generously,
who loves German chocolate but hates the smell of oranges,
who knows me by my boneless,
drowsy form on the couch and by my words.
And maybe one day he’ll ask
me to drop the title altogether and call him Brad,
but I won’t.
Because it sounds too much like dad,
and I’m afraid of slipping up.
He doesn't write poetry anymore.He doesn’t write poetry anymore,
even if he still collects it, reads it, saves it, treasures
faded verses from his wife the way connoisseurs
savor vinyl over metallic rainbows on disc.
I don’t mind not knowing, but I can’t stand not asking.
The record needle hits the groove wrong;
he stumbles over words that aren’t there,
rummaging for an answer he doesn’t really have.
He doesn’t write poetry anymore
and his confusion is strangely endearing.
But there’s a lyricism to his words that I love,
poetic lines inserted between the daily grind
of character names and who said what;
voiceless boys in white and draymen carting the dead to saltwater lakes,
elegiac undertones that haunt historians and forlorn painters.
He doesn’t write poetry anymore –
except when he does.
Stories of feelings with no names - Revision i.
The feeling you get the day after sending a letter, and you know there is no possible way that the recipient has received your message, let alone formulated time to write a reply. You still get just a little hopeful when you hear the mailman drive by. You rush out to the postbox a little too quickly and are disappointed by the pile of free coupons, bills, charity flyers, and a late Christmas card from your late Grandma Moses.
ii.
You lost your voice one day. You woke up to a hollow echo in the base your throat and knew you’d lost something special before you’d ever had a chance to say anything worthwhile. You checked under the bed and tried the lost and found, but couldn’t even ask if anyone had heard it lately.
iii.
A sudden awareness that occurs during funerals that you are going to die. You are dying right now – your cells are shedding like snakeskin and your hair is turning silver and every moment is one less than
Autumn was my first love.October, I follow you -
from the magic lights of New York
to moonshines in Georgia,
until the colors dissolve.
The anxious poetry of autumn
made a memory of me.
Here’s to things I take for granted:
September blues,
chasing airplanes,
country road thunderstorms.
Unspoken words, unwritten ideas.
October, I follow you;
I thought I saw you on the shore
where the river runs through gold
on the last boat leaving the city of a hundred spires -
or perhaps Pittsburgh
(it was the lights I guess).
Here’s to the things we leave behind:
sunbeams in November,
letters addressed to no one,
poems, wounds, dead birds.
I’ve got that summertime sadness.
Maybe you’re gonna come back;
we’re changing our ways, taking different roads
and loneliness knows me by name
but October, I follow you;
without you I’m a winter heart,
a love story you don’t want,
a November shade of grey hunting ghosts
in cities that sleep inside our heads.
You told me you lied the night you kiss
SeafoamSeafoam
is the hush of the ocean,
the glossy paint on your car,
the gleam in your eyes.
It's the ruffle of parchment in the glove compartment
of your susurrating '57 Thunderbird
as we leave the last rumble of brontide behind
on a salt-crushed highway.
Traces of powdered sugar noses
and mint milkshake lips
were cold reminders
of warm nostalgic days
when summer could melt the tarmac
like my bones under your gaze.
Old SoulsDoc says I’m an old
soul, with my postcards
and letters, and waste-no-words
policy. Doc says old souls still make eye
contact instead of playing with iPhones,
mirrors that stare back, and tell
us who we are by knowing
who they are.
Doc tells me I’m an old
soul in a young body, taming
wild Internets and bringing my words
to heel like a triple score
in a game of Scrabble.
That I was born in the wrong
decade, that I was meant to punch
typewriter keys like a boxer,
that the twenty-first century
wasn’t made for old souls like mine.
Doc thinks I’m too old
to be twenty-three, constantly forgetting
the barriers of my few years.
Like that I never wrote about myself
until he gave me moments
worth writing down, and cared
about the person behind the words.
That I learned who I was by learning
who he was, and drew a timeline
of intersection points where each
node became a poem, and each poem
became a stepping stone.
Doc unearthed an old
soul in my notebook.
Old like a favori
Turn my words against me.I want my words to take
root in your stomach and grow
up your esophagus, the calyx
of your tongue brushing the edge
of your teeth until the words blossom
from your lips in a slow
explosion of elegance, jawline
trickled with nectar, charming
hummingbirds and honeybees
with the promise of butterfly kisses.

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The Visual Novel: Video Games as a Literary MediumWhat is it?


A visual novel is more or less exactly what it sounds like. It's a novel that can be played. While the form has been popular in Japan for decades, they have only recently reached Western audiences, thanks largely in part to the influx of anime, manga, and Japanese Role Playing Games (JRPGs) saturating the market. Consequently, many games of this type have anime influences in the design.
The visual novel is most easily compared to interactive fiction or the Choose Your Own Adventure series - at various points, the player is prompted to make some sort of choice that has the potential to affect the outcome of the game.  A typical game usually has at least three endings; a Bad, Neutral, and Good (also called the "Perfect" or "True" ending). However, this is not necessarily standard - most seem to fall somewhere between 4 and 10 unique endings. Often
Foreign Words the English Language NeedsOh hello. I’m finally getting around to making this news article that I said I might do, like, a month ago. Sorry, I’m not used to writing news articles. Bear with me.
Back in August, I started a series in my forums for cool foreign words. It went over extremely well and numerous people requested that I combine them into a handy-dandy news article for deviantART at large to enjoy. So, here you are: fifteen foreign words that the English language needs to steal appropriate.
Hiraeth (Welsh)
What it means: A feeling of longing associated with displacement, but not necessarily displacement from one’s original home. An intense yearning to be somewhere you are not. Hiraeth also expresses a sort of ache or longing for something of the past, somewhat similar to the notion of "golden" or "good old days," but with more ancient connotations.
Why it needs to be a thing in English: I speak as someone from a country
Untitled is just a synonym for lazy.Well, the color poem form I introduced to dA was a rousing success, but interest of late seems to have died down. So I'm back with a new form for you all, something exciting and new, something different, something that I will probably make into a contest once I get some points in the bank. You ready?
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There's a group now - feel free to head over to TheTitlePage! We're still in set-up mode, so excuse the plainness for now.

Found Poetry Project - Titles as Art

One of my favorite things about the creative process is coming up with a good title. The title can make or break a piece; it can give context not provided in the piece itself, set a tone or mood, or just give that little extra something you can't put a name on.
You know I'm right. How many times have you stumbled into an ordinary piece with a beautifully creative title? And it's not something
Managing Your Inbox: Some Tips on StreamliningI'm not really an organized person. Yeah, sure, I like to TRY to be one, but most of my attempts to clean house don't stick. The one exception, however, is in my online life. I keep everything to do with the computer tabbed and organized and that includes my dA life.  
I posted a poll asking visitors what their inbox looked like on a typical day. As of this writing, of the 52 responses, 35 have full inboxes that is, somewhere between 200 and up to (or over) 1000 messages to sort through. So about 70% of the voters have quite a lot to page over.
 
I hear horror stories quite frequently from deviants who are overwhelmed by the sheer volume of things passing through their inbox. My personal inbox rarely reaches three digit numbers, and the few times it has, it's always been because something of mine has made the footer. While I can't promise that my personal methods will work for everyone, it n



I Am A Swing Admin For DLR!



What's That Mean?

That means I keep an eye out for the best literature on dA (specifically prose). If you think you have a suggestion for me, read on!

What is DailyLitRecognition / LitRecognition?

DLR is a group dedicated to promoting the work of Literature artists on deviantArt.

By showcasing one featured DD per day, the Literature Gallery Moderators provide the community with a showcase of excellence in Literature. In contrast, we will be showcasing excellence with a series of literature pieces each day in a News Article to serve the community. We are a diverse group featuring 5 pieces of quality literature every day.

In such a large community many writers feel that their work goes unnoticed. DLR is here to help change that!

How do I suggest a DLR?

Please see the profile page for the general guidelines and a list of the other Admins you can suggest to. Please only suggest a piece to one Admin at a time to avoid any confusion.

Okay, but what if I have a suggestion for YOU, SilverInkblot?

Top right corner - send me a note! Here's the rundown:

:bulletblue: Please send no more than two suggestions at a time. This makes it easier for me to keep up.

:bulletblue: I can feature Prose or Poetry, though I try to focus more on Prose. We have lots of Poetry Admins who are very dedicated to their job and our Prose is sometimes lacking.

:bulletblue: Please include a thumb and a description of why you think this piece deserves to be featured. It doesn't have to be a full critique - a few sentences will do nicely!

:bulletblue: Yes, you can suggest yourself! If you deserve it, you deserve it! But please don't send me your entire gallery - remember I have to actually READ everything sent to me.

:bulletblue: All the Admins have a certain style they enjoy. I myself like reading flash fic and prosetry, so I'm more likely to feature things with those qualities. However, I WILL read and consider anything sent to me. I do have to ask though, that they are standalone pieces - not chapters. I can't accept fanfiction either.


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Lauren
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Autumn Brontide

I bleed ink. I have unusual taste in music. There is a Mario composed of sticky notes on my bedroom wall. I have a giant top hat. PlayStation is the best game console. I have discovered an obsession with making origami stars. I have been featured multiple times by Daily-Lit-Deviations (and a DD! :la:) and consider that the highest achievement of my life.

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Stuff I do around dA:

:bulletred: I am the Founder ofDailyLitRecognition / LitRecognition. I'm responsible for Monday's article specifically, as well overseeing the various group functions and special events, and managing a team of 30+ people.

:bulletorange: Suggest DLR's every week, either directly or through the other admins. Please, by all means send me your literature suggestions! See below for guidelines.

:bulletyellow: Maintaining TheTitlePage.

:bulletgreen: Creating and selling bookmarks; feel free to request one!

:bulletblue: Suggest DD's on occasion, when I run across something particularly good :D

:bulletpurple: Weekly journals with lit. news and features :la:

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Sat Aug 30, 2014, 12:42 PM



Somber



If you've already read Death followed my father home, you heard the story, but I'll recount it again here.

Earlier this week there was a hit-and-run accident outside the Shoe Carnival my dad manages. The driver had already caused a highway accident and was trying to flee the cops. He hit a woman, knocked her forward, then hit her again, dragging her body all the way over to Target.

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As you can see, that distance is nothing to sneeze at. My dad left his store to direct traffic around her body. One of his employees had CPR experience and went to the woman to see if he could help. From what I heard, he was sent home early, blood all over his clothes. She was 20 years old.

Yesterday, my dad got a call that a friend he's known since he was a bout 17 had died; my dad was asked to be one of the pallbearers. He was on the phone much of the day, contacting other people to be pallbearers and trying to get his work schedule in order. The family wanted to have the funeral on Monday, but the vault company won't dig on a holiday. Yes, really. Load of tossers.

But I think he's holding up okay:

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Little Russ and his first time at a Japanese steakhouse :) Photo from my dad.

Personal



Me, I've been making a lot of bookmarks lately:

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Then I got a bunch of orders and made even more :lol:

I made an attempt to clean my room:

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Naturally, my cat decided this was the perfect time to hop on the bed.

I took Russ through the car wash:

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It makes him nervous, so he wanted me to hold his hand.

Went to pick up a pizza; got stopped by this cuteness:

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Came right up to my door and hopped up :XD: Looks like part golden retriever, part something else I can't identify. Friendly little thing :meow:

And my obligatory sunset image:

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I'm very picture heavy today :XD:

Oh, and I did hear back from that clinic interview - they went with the other person, but were turned down. I don't know if they're still looking at my application or not though; I'm still waiting to hear back.

Last thing: go check out this bitlet from Nichrysalis -

Bitlets 157He says that "You must have a girlfriend,"
upon seeing Lauren's embossed envelope
that he has retrieved from the mail.
Truth is, in that envelope are bookmarks
for me to match origami paper too
and a galaxy of trees,
and while there is simplicity in truth
there is convolution in explaining it.
"Yah, I must."


Isn't it cute? :lol: We're plotting to mess with his head now :evillaugh:

Around dA



Bullet; Black DailyLitRecognition is hosting its first contest! La la la la We want you to create your own DLR feature/ mock-anthology - details in the link!

Bullet; Black Love Letter Contest

:bulletblack: Nichrysalis is doing poll poetry.

:bulletblack: Yeah, that's all I got at the moment. Things usually pick up in October though.

Features!



Picture perfectThey say a single picture can tell a thousand words
But none of those words can describe
you
It's okay to be differentFitting in's a trap:
they put you inside the box,
and then close the lid.

-i remember
the taste of your tongue
i remember
the warmth of your hand
i remember
the empty promises
i remember
the harm you've done
and i remember
to burn every trace
of you
that remains with me.
Life Plans 2 - HaikuThe first thing I do
When I dominate the world
Is get a pizza

The Spaces Between Their MovesA small boat approached the barren, rocky island.  The blackened and soggy remnants of other vessels stretched across the jagged stones like ladies on fainting couches, but spoke of peril as much as exhaustion.  The waves grew choppy near the shore and the boat tossed, but one of the occupants expertly angled the tiller, guiding the single-sail craft safely to a tiny beach.  Other boats were here as well, dragged up onto the sand but long since claimed by time and storm, no longer hoping their masters might return to sail once more.
"Are you certain?" asked the pilot, hand still on the tiller.  "There is no shame in turning about, I would speak of it to no one."
"I must," said the warrior calmly.  "I took a vow, never to cast aside a worthy quest."  The sailor bowed his head sadly.
"Then I will return, once only, in three days as we agreed.  I hope to find you waiting here victorious, but I fear we shall not speak again.  I cannot see how
The Trouble With Mirrorsthe other night I painted myself
like a murder scene
even left my own fingerprints on my skin
in tiny incarnadine whorls
and my reflection didn’t suspect a thing
when I was ten or eleven
the power went out in our house
and I took a candle
into the bathroom with me
so I could inspect
the shadows underneath my tongue
I had a friend once
who gave me a toast:
“when you stand in front of a mirror, may it be
as a conqueror putting on warpaint,
as a child playing with her face,
or as a lover waiting for a return.”
but I’m still afraid of that last, because
if I dare look into my own eyes,
I see that there are oceans in them
and I think it might be possible
to drown



Coding by SimplySilent

Poll Poetry! goo.gl/CwzxjL 

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paintedinblackwhite Featured By Owner 7 hours ago  New member
Thanks for the llama :D
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SilverInkblot Featured By Owner 7 hours ago  Hobbyist Writer
Anytime :)
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ovalhill Featured By Owner 8 hours ago  Hobbyist Writer
Just finished reading "parthenope", saw the work from DA's related bar thingy. Oh, I would also like to inquiry about custum bookmark. I got a journal full of ideas :D. Dragon fruit front and kleidoscope back would be an awesome bookmark imo.
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SilverInkblot Featured By Owner 7 hours ago  Hobbyist Writer
You can find all my info regarding bookmarks in this journal: silverinkblot.deviantart.com/a…

I primarily use stamps and ink, but have recently begun to branch out into scrapbook paper. However, I don't think I've ever happened across dragon fruit, in either medium. A kaleidoscope design could work if I found the right paper though :)
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ovalhill Featured By Owner 5 hours ago  Hobbyist Writer
Cool, :O have you try lithography? I heard many artists used those techniques to reproduce a favorite art piece of theirs.
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Breath-of-Isis Featured By Owner 17 hours ago  New member
Thanks for the fave! (:
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SilverInkblot Featured By Owner 17 hours ago  Hobbyist Writer
You're welcome!
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Crystal-Magic13 Featured By Owner Edited 22 hours ago  Hobbyist Writer
You you you yo you you you!
Where did you learn to count!
:glomp::iconattackglompplz::tighthug::huggle:

I got your bookmarks this morning.
They arrived sooner, but my mom
knew what they were and confiscated
them into my birthday present pile.
Thank you so much! I have 13 now,
including the one I won from the contest. :D
 Lucky number yay! :aww: Thanks again.
:hug:
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SilverInkblot Featured By Owner 17 hours ago  Hobbyist Writer
School, I imagine. Did I send the wrong number?

You're welcome! :la:
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MagicalJoey Featured By Owner 2 days ago   Writer
I has a present for you and I think you gonna like it.... :shifty:
...and that's all I can say about that for this time. :giggle:
(saw it at today's market and immediately thought of you and had to get it)
:slipperyhug: Bunneh Wants to Give a Hug Too Much Hugging :badteethhug: 
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