Wednesday, August 31, 2011

time: a stage in area | a poem by a faust

now available in several formats.


the poet has been playing with html
there are many ways to escape sorrow, no?


click header for popup /new tab.


a semi-interactive, somewhat psychedelic, 
iframe-happy, double-data-URI-dependent, 
base-64-encoded-and-thus-IE-unfriendly,
at-times-breathtakingly-beautiful
transparent overlay poetry experience:







as image with that signature feminine-faustian feel



as text: usually somewhere on the page, for those paying attention

























time 
a stage in area 
pursuing the act 
– or 

to the heights 


of 
not 
yet 
remembered 



sublime 
dramatic 


      

each peak        
(to me)(will be) 
more real 



  
reviewing the fact 
– or 

brilliant 
lights 


of 
not 
yet 
dismembered 



Divine 
Chromatic 



      
the weak        
(you see) 
(in me) 
will heal 



Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Time | a poem by a faust

there are a few versions of this one.














time

a stage in area















pursuing the act

– or




to the heights






of

a

not

yet

remembered










sublime

dramatic











each peak

(to me)(will be)

more real












reviewing the fact

– or




brilliant

lights







of

a

not

yet

dismembered










Divine

Chromatic












the weak

(you see)

(in me)

will heal

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

POEM | not enough to honor Mark Duggan | may be sufficient to thank Darcus Howe | by a faust












not enough of a verse to honor Mark Duggan
in this Historical Moment, (to speak the plain Truth),
were a conflict a riot, an insurrection, unrest,
were possessions more precious 
than a flesh and blood youth,
still the sins 
of these idiots 
would never 
be blessed
but enough (though informally) to thank Darcus Howe





Sunday, July 10, 2011

nick of sometime | a poem by a faust











































nick of sometime
isn't this where


in that old red armoury 
-- rings a bell still, rang many 
hours 
days 
years 
seen and confidant countless fears 
now the former, as above, 
now the latter , doubtless loved


we came in

Saturday, June 18, 2011

current by virtue of character






current by virtue of character
character is fate over time
fate is the actions of thought
thought comes from knowing the self













Monday, February 21, 2011

Faust's Poem to Anonymous, As It Should Have Been All Along


the spirit immortal
(or, in starry eyed admiration dedicated to Anonymous)


All the best of us, hackers, wings far from untested,
attain our prize but per accindens – and a few may have guessed it –
the rest intending, (to practice) or
dependent per haps
on if they remembered to factor themselves in their maps.

:: philosophies hammerless :: dreams lacking anvils :: ::
:: can but weakly tempt consciousness:: cannot plunder or own ::

but nonetheless, obstinate, moot, and with trivial pointlessness
still stayed – with us – still staid – to us – still state us, & quo –
Ut alteri vadis, warranto; alteri quorum, quid pro.

This is causa enough (should reason persever) 
to  recognize, laugh at, and  ---- but be sure to remember
to anticipate everything while expecting it never --
Exlploit cheerfully thoroughly such evil endeavor.

Success (of course) is your proof:,
by your choice,
at whatever:

to know and to will and to dare demand never
be told of the odds
that one changes
if clever.

 through many revisions was yet draft: 2007 - 2010; now and forevermore dedicated to Anonymous














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Friday, January 21, 2011

O Spirit of a Former Time

a Spell to Make the iffy, good, & the good, better...












A very useful bit of technology: requires only you bring the smallest example of that of which you speak
to the court from which such judgement comes; all, seeing the superior, will imitate, or seeing their fault, 
rid themselves of it, effectively enough to surprise the fuck out of even you.  

Then in a short while, be assured you will be notified -- your dreams having come to find you.....





Future Perfect Eight of Wands -- a spell
(makes iffy, good, and good, better)

O spirit of a former time
The which, when quaffed, imparted bowl
Upon delightful bowl, revive, remind
Us now HalfHearted of your Whole.

For we, too weak, or so we seem,
Have lost the will, or win, or lose:
O! Let is dream a better dream!
Or let us sleep -- but let us choose.

For to ourselves we nothing owe
that to each other we learn giving
Might as well get used to Now
in which alone is life worth living.

Spirit! Be thou the Feather! Let us Fly!
If not to the Moon, then good and high.

Monday, January 17, 2011

alliteration attempted | to MrHinkyDink


ode to the dinkster by a possible ocd spambot
missed me by miles --mostly -- mr - made mention?
rather recently relished  real rash retirement risk restores right re: ruined
Halfbaked heretical histories have hardly had *half* his hypothetical hominems heartily hurled
improbable imperious ill informed ideations intellectually insulting, idiotic, ignored :
now noticeable,  neither neutral; neither naturally nonchalant  -- nevertheless nice 'n' nationwide.
Kismet?  kinetically krafty kitten knowing karma, knights kabbalistical kooks. 
Yes! you --

ah i give up.  if you could call me an ocd spambot just because i like you can see your greatness, no amount of intellectual prowess will convince.  certainly I am no bot  - a bot  would  finish the alliterative acrostic artistic endeavour.  correction -- they may not be that good yet.

Monday, December 13, 2010

mycomments.anotherbloggersgooglehacking.post

Monday, December 13, 2010

mycomments.anotherbloggersgooglehacking.post


today i found http://keiths-proxy-server.appspot.com/. it appears to be hosted on google's dime. which makes it interesting, no?


googlebot signs in. also check out billbot. thank me later.


other observations: refcontrl works almost as good as curl. webdeveloper toolbar is more important to me (almost) than firefox because of how hard it rocks. nytimes is a greased -- uh, is a good place to cut ones teeth. science journals are the holy grail. and the new webcache.googleusercontent dealio actually makes things easier --


but wait theres the secret part!




or if you wont let the little would be geeklette's puny code thru, it is here. love to know yr responses, o original-poster & those whose eyes fall across these words....



well that's what i wrote. here's the page i commented on.


HELL I AM NOT GOOD ENOUGH just put damn brackets around it


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Monday, November 15, 2010

Poem: Get Well Soon Lisa



Angles 

(of me: are you:: of you: are me)



Lest we forget how fragile we are, how delicate the web of this life

is, (lest i forget) how connected and beautiful and

strange: i wake up to find that i am the eyes the hands 

and the laptop keypad of this World.




Now is the only moment that's real

even now, this now, your now as you read and you think and you feel

listen and remember you are beautiful

star among stars, a stranger, another me still, 

our being ourselves reflections more -- perfect -- than this ---

nothing real can be threatened;  Nothing unreal exists.








Saturday, August 28, 2010