Do not forget that Night’s Nostalgia. See the cover lifted to simply reveal a bunch of people in a room.
Memory’s melange has a way with words, scenes, fragments flitting about the peripheral vision – whispered surd hints tell us there won’t be much in the way of narrative and character development.
There is a mystery of sorts, strange missives – a mystery man, but those may all be read as ciphers and masques to some grand uniting metaphor, whose avant-garde decline into an empty wellspring beguiles logic.
I wrote it when I was this phantom, yearning for sharp details, while caught in the horror of an obsessive degree of inquiry – an intuition, vague as a stained glass portrait illuminated by frost .
Before I spent a shy snigjihuff, the domain of conceptual exemplification – shadowed by footsteps, there was still more of a cautious fumbling towards an image, an artifact – summing up the accounts without exactly summing it up.
Mo ki chak nan nou ka gou kreye yon Nostalgie trè memorab – yon santiman, yon ton tanki nan mande endirèkteman. Noire pati nan jaden kite te poster palla sansasyonèl tach sou moso twal la kreyatif nan chonje ake mojo lubije.
きたのCrabs are worthy, sea stained postcards from the age of nostalgia; those that find the love of zero create a profession, one of whose aspects is the pretense of overthrowing conformity. Only the lonely know the cacophony of tears – one of whose fractals is the pretense of undermining individuality.
^%formity > flower petals floating in the cistern catechism
feathered dragons watch weary eyed –
broken moonlight moves between branches,
low moans cascade over moss covered roots
Works that each of us can taste, a very memorable nostalgia – a feeling, a tone of determined indirectness.
きのた&%Crows absorb the worthy souls,turning them into feathers in the age of nostalgia – those that find the love of non-geometric abstract space create a profession, one of whose aspects is the intensity of over abundance – throwing conformity into the mix, Pintura Matèrica of the Psyche.
As time has come, I continue – and, remembering the surveillance, together we still all went to the decapod of “I am”. Still, in the same way, we had a “something” rope man – you always like such qualities. We tied it to hopes and missed opportunities – sprayed it all on the wall and fastened them with Automatic Tachisme Writing – we declared we had defined Spatialism in this Age of Uncertainty.
Do not forget that Night’s Nostalgia.
1 History of 20th century Art Movement – see embedded links
2 Spanish definition of Nostalgias – taken through translation software
4 Nostalgias performance by Buika
Thorses – an asemic play
Scene opens with tango music playing. The music fades away. The Tourist moves across the stage & takes an instant snapshot as wind whirls discarded advertisements in the air. Taking the print, s/he passes it around the audience to write on it in the languages of their Great Grandmothers.
The Tourist then reads the words as a Dramatic tragicomic dramatic monologue. A Contortionist & a Tap-dancer improvise motions to the monologue. When done, they exit to the sound of playful horses. The audience is now free to take as many selfies with The Tourist as they desire.
Freedom alone – I’m hiding the pain of my art
in a heartbeat of days.
If You search,
You will spend all your seconds in vain –
I can not be suspended in a quiet hour,
Innocently pretend to wear
The fluttering wings of inner peace.
I can not, no matter how I fly.
My heart’s sighs, my eyes’ tears ,
reveal the secret misery of galloping horses.
It hurts the soul too, eventually.
My freedom has been stolen!
Ah, Everything is research now.
Stage 5 of Sleep: This stage is known as rapid eye movement (REM). Breathing becomes more rapid, irregular, and shallow, eyes jerk rapidly in various directions, and limb muscles become temporarily paralyzed. Heart rate increases, blood pressure rises, and males develop penile erections. When people awaken during REM sleep, they often describe bizarre and illogical tales. These are dreams. This stage accounts for 20 to 25 percent of total sleep time.
Report on General Relation to Dreams, Soul, and Stunning Variety
– grow into the Depths, a multitude of octopuses;
The roots of the contradiction that sing
till the heart churns as it bleeds creativity.
Finds the ways and themes between this space in the hero’s death –
Angry children, whose sleep confirmed their separation, were Indigo and witnessed the rising animal spirit.
More metamorphoses than ghost totems –
when the shadows are angry.
Check out the complexity of the concept,
horrible mattress between wallpaper and a chain of sighs.