Yo, I haven't been so active on Substack at all recently, was feeling down and in need of some poetic resuscitation and came back on here and kept clicking and clicking until I found something that could do that---and this did that. Really dope to have seen how far you've come, keep writing, keep writing!
This is what did it for me:
"And as she would visit me in flesh, I would visit her in dreams of soft attar. I waited in Patience, for my body had hardened into something elephantine and cumbersome, and she would come to me. I waited because, over the pond when I first tasted the eerie liquor, I became a curled colossus, scalp and patella fused, hands laced around one monolithic leg. And in my immobile ecstasy, skin sloughed and bones became fluted pillars; flesh hardened into bizarre arabesques; eyes budded into strings of shining lanterns; muscle bent and hollowed into walls, and doors, and windows; and organs became boudoirs and bricolage, orchestras, and eight-armed guards and gardens. All the sacred names of Beauty were carved upon my star-misted brow."
Great to see you again, Romain! I'm glad my piece could inspire someone such as yourself. It was great fun to write. If you need any more poetic resuscitation, shoot me a message and we can speak in verses to our hearts' content.
Hey, Martin - it's wonderful to see you back. I'm doing great, and hope you are, too. Given the subject matter of the piece, I thought only the most laboriously decorated expression would do.
Eros, only you could make this poem. I wasn’t expecting the body horror element, but I welcome it gladly. Bravo!
Xa xa! Thank you. The image of a bone hive haunted my sleep and, when I woke up, I wrote this. Your comment brings me joy.
I think it was great, good job Eros!
Thank you!
Yo, I haven't been so active on Substack at all recently, was feeling down and in need of some poetic resuscitation and came back on here and kept clicking and clicking until I found something that could do that---and this did that. Really dope to have seen how far you've come, keep writing, keep writing!
This is what did it for me:
"And as she would visit me in flesh, I would visit her in dreams of soft attar. I waited in Patience, for my body had hardened into something elephantine and cumbersome, and she would come to me. I waited because, over the pond when I first tasted the eerie liquor, I became a curled colossus, scalp and patella fused, hands laced around one monolithic leg. And in my immobile ecstasy, skin sloughed and bones became fluted pillars; flesh hardened into bizarre arabesques; eyes budded into strings of shining lanterns; muscle bent and hollowed into walls, and doors, and windows; and organs became boudoirs and bricolage, orchestras, and eight-armed guards and gardens. All the sacred names of Beauty were carved upon my star-misted brow."
Great to see you again, Romain! I'm glad my piece could inspire someone such as yourself. It was great fun to write. If you need any more poetic resuscitation, shoot me a message and we can speak in verses to our hearts' content.
This was very dense and beautifully constructed. I was not prepared. I’ll bring a dictionary next time! Hope all is going well Eros!
Hey, Martin - it's wonderful to see you back. I'm doing great, and hope you are, too. Given the subject matter of the piece, I thought only the most laboriously decorated expression would do.
This was both enticing and horrific. Love eats you alive!
Pleasure to perturb. *tips hat*