Today, I settled by the verge of the bed, searching for a resolution or any new substance to the poems that had been scribbled on dry fresh-wipes, and stored in a box with a roll of sheets containing old handwritings of literature tucked beside, held in the clutch of a friendship band that colorfully wriggles. Now that I read it, it hardly qualifies as literature and I read it now with downier eyes, eyelids drowsy in a young haze. The footloose howls of experience, heading a closing verve alongside the dark margins that are festooned by new recognitions, and regrets, and wistful thinking that perfects a deception of marveling traits, and sparks a chain of events and sequences, which are reminiscent of hill rides, and souvenir gift shops. ‘Whoosh’ goes a sheet out of a hand slippery with spilt milkshakes, and the sole of the shoe on which it falls has been deranged by mud from the rocky beach of Portofino, and has kissed the cold of Moscow. I think a little dream of people, happy people, and old men raging on their roaring lounge chair, aching, breaking, falling down, darkness hiding the double floors out of which they storm, like in a noir movie. We’re all in a game together, and some of us look highly at the lights, some stares stay level to each other’s, and I bet on everything, teething behind a sofa, legs swept off, imagining all that lives forever or dies trying, and perishes in a race to the quilting move of sand by a beach, or a gliding, innocent pebble dropped at the tip of a pulpit mountain, toward an abyss, going endlessly in the tunnel of a body, onward and on, forever and ever.
It’s a pretty day, warm…
I so admire your writing, Watt, but THIS I identify with!
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Likewise. You’re seriouly good.
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Thank you! And J submitted to SpillWords btw. Trying my hand at some other stuff.
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Cool. And I was about ready to say Submit again.
It was about time.
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Glad you think so. 😁
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I’m really happy that you do!
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本当にいつも素晴らしいセンスの良さを感じています!!
ありがとうございます!
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Thanks! Had to translate this one. 😋
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a psychological hellishness attitude to the interminable sphere of motivation experienced more or less or just in as much to color that universe out of nowhere by following just the prospected dose for getting in a spiral… yours
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A spiral that is mine, and a psychological hellishness bound in psychedelia delays consumption to a point of reservation.
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Love!
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I’m glad. The title came into working from the conversation we had, remember? About Rome and other places.
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Of course I do remember! Made me smile when I saw the title. 😊
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🙂
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Reblogged this on worldtraveller70.
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Such a great image that bound life’s writings and journeys together with a colourful and wiggly friendship band. Am I right to think you have woven a feeling of innocence and even naivety within this? Another excellent write Watt. I’m a fan!
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I think I did. It is kind of innocent in a way that is smarter than actual innocence, where you know some stuff, and not the others yet.
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Yeah I like that. Like a passion for discovery, but an ability to have insight into what is being seen. There is a happiness to it.
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There is a sharpness to it too.
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Agreed
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Like an intellectual child, innocent and youthful for all, but deep, dark and much more than what people think from inside.
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You have a style all of your own
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Thanks! Hope you’re well.
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All good my buddy. Same to you!
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I sometimes look at my older work, like when I was in my teens, and my writing still bears witness to how I feel today. Hopeful and yearning. I smile at the foot’s print, and coffee-stained pages, remembering how this all came about. I think when we are old, we will be like that man in the chair you wrote about! What a wonderful feeling! Beautiful post, Watt! Happy weekend to you! 🙂
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That sounds inflated with solution. I love it..Thank you, Michelle! Happy weekend to you too.
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I’m happy you think so! 🙂 🙂
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Great piece of writing Walt. There are always so many shadows, planes, and angles in the depth of your writing
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Thank you! Hope you’re enjoying yourself.
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Reblogged this on Alessandria today @ Web Media Network – Pier Carlo Lava.
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Watt? The literatura pro so whaaaaat!
Always a very enjoyable read.
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Thanks! 😉
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Keep your colourful wriggles close
by the verge of misadventure …
but the dark margins even closer.
There is ever an abyss
There is forever a gift shop vulture.
As the lyrics of the Wiggles transcend
to the apex of post-modern culture.
In the awe of all as the pebbles fall.
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As all pebbles fall,
All you hear is heaven’s call.
Knockin’ on heaven’ door,
You abscond the gaping floor.
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The word once heard
in the darkness of the night
by lovers and poets
all dressed in rags of light
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Trundling like a rolling stone thru the glasses of your Dylan insight.
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A lend of Leonard Cohen Ray Bans
with the shady prescription lens 😎
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A true writer. I want to meet you someday. I’ll write about you!
The beauty of your writing makes me want to quit. Damn.
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Come on, don’t ever quit!!
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I’ll be honest, so many metaphors that I have trouble figuring out exactly what just happened, but it’s so beautifully crafted and mysterious that I don’t care. 😉 😀
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I mostly tried to build a sense in this one, “shoes deranged with mud” shows a characteristic, the colorful wriggly friendship band, the teething behind a sofa while everyone goes on with a game, kind of the construction of a character. Hope this clears something up.
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Oh man Watt, if something doesn’t almost slap me right in the face it almost goes right over my head. That does help to clear it up though 😉 Cheers for that. Take care.
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I loved the juxtaposition of the last, simple, lovely line, with the whirlwind preceding it. That made me smile.
“quilting move of sand by a beach” – for some reason this was like a slow motion moment in all of the rapid movement my reading was caught up in. Very cool.
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Thank you! I’m glad that I was able to balance the pace here. Because you know how sometimes meaning is runny, kind of like noses. 😂
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Bahahaha that made me laugh out loud.
And yet, so profound! LOL 💚
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This is absolutely incredible. I love the youth and beauty of it.
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Do I sense a Lana Del Rey reference?
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Haha! Yes. Don’t you just love her?
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I really do.
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That’s because you’re awesome.
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So do I!!!
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Very good!
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Beautifuly written❤️
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🙂
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