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A History by ProvenParadox, literature

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A History

Before Uruk and the fear of dust, when raven would reincarnate anguish into innocence, the oceanic justicier wove the fish-tales theogonous and we matched the scales. But nightly the tributaries wove, unnoticed, and the skein thickened and coagulated; and when the carrion-knights' took to wing and left the fabric entattered: men found stone, stone became pinnacle, and there were rumblings in the deep. Early summer's afternoon: on the bus, the boy sings a song in every language. Older kids, at the back, laugh, &, O bitter reminiscence, he appreciates their warmth. One joins him, a rarity – "hey… did you make up all of those words yo

Gulistan by ProvenParadox, literature

Questions by ProvenParadox, literature

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Questions

Could you recast your shackles into swords? Can you tend a fire? Can you nurture the rage of a generation Into a lightning-bolt that brings down the tower? And when you walk your streets, do you cast glances At the early tremulous chords of minute-revolutions And inward wars? Do you see them? And you - when you look in the mirror, Do you see a face you recognize Or just the image Of the righteousness of your people? Do you see water or flame? Or do you see nothing, Nothing but the world-that-will-be: The people united, The land re-sanctified? Is it made real by you living in it? Are there crops? * In the land of dreams, d

Axioms by ProvenParadox, literature

The Crown by ProvenParadox, literature

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The Crown

Since all it takes is a zephyr, to slip straw off your arms or green light dappling the sun through foliage far above the earth, I know why you don't fear the fall: we grow earth from last year's leaves, the winds caress the field.

The Oasis by ProvenParadox, literature

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The Oasis

– Êthos anthrôpôi daimôn. With you: I remember halcyon eternities – Once, upon peaking the birdsong-mountain, We cradled into those roots; Curled deep in the nesting veins, Our hearts transmuted From flesh & into a seed, And in that Garden; that rich, dark earth, I was a child and you were a child – Finding unstable ease, the joy, (Dancing those ten thousand fires) And a feral affection: spring's ice, And its first hallowed crack. For years then, in moonlit, my reveries:

Theogony by ProvenParadox, literature

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Theogony

These ash-bound eyes; filled With languid eschatologies, of: Evr'y bird cutting the airy way Over frolicking pinnacles, Dialetheistic, where the veil is thin. Ye, and with their counterpoint, comes flow; And in those moments, we are streams, Crackling with melody, Down towards the sea: And yet, I am sore afraid. And lost; forty years as a wandering

Sunday the Fourteenth, August by ProvenParadox, literature

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Sunday the Fourteenth, August

And then he came up and looked me in the eye and he told me that yes the universe is fundamentally superimposed, yes indeed son and that there is reality and nothingness. Spoke to me from the sharp edged whippoorwill: and thus, you may see that reality is functionally and instantaneously seasonal. And then I'd heard it spoken by the streets that yes it seemed human culture was based on the transitionality of the seasons, our comedies and tragedies. And you whispered in your fiery tongue that oh yes this could be idealized: this is the Tao, this heavenirvana, this is the sacrifice of the vernal God, this is the broken artwork and the fools mor

The Long Forgotten Country by ProvenParadox, literature

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The Long Forgotten Country

All forces have been steadily employ'd to complete and delight me Now, here on this spot, I stand with my robust soul. Whitman A Light in the Darkness In the morning, as she cast her net for Great handfuls of mud to build an island, They say she smiled, and that Her hair twisted itself into a forest. And as she carved our bodies from the trees, She christened this halcyon world w

Late Evening, July by ProvenParadox, literature

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Late Evening, July

You and I, world – I think we have the same heart; I think that you've got the same crazy bits stuck Right behind everything you're made of. You've got the same contradiction as I do And I think I've gotten muddled in exactly the same way. It's the most beautiful muddling. The prettiest one That you could have. It's the wind over the dry grasses and the white pine And the hills of sandstone and old men's dying farms. And it's the late night drives into nowhere And the look of the joyful befuddlement. And I think, world, that you and I And all the other muddled people out there – We'll get along all right. And maybe, I

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Sunday the Fourteenth, August by ProvenParadox, literature

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Auditor of the Ashes by enigmaticsmile, literature

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Auditor of the Ashes

"I am an incalculable rhythm of distinction." Those words being uttered from the other side of the cubicle wall were not expected, but they could not be labeled as "unexpected" in my inventory of daily expectations. "Is that so, Rod?" "I am a paradigm of undiscovered configurations." This second phrase fell on me as the first. "Well, that may be true, but you know how much they love it when you talk to me over the cube wall like that. I hope this audit project hasn't finally pushed you over the edge." "I am a master of untamed neuropathic swings." It was that statement, I see now in hindsight's tremendous focus, when I began to worry.

and now - by WanderingHere, literature

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and now -

[1] today i waited and waited and waited, and you never said anything beautiful at all. [2] today i clicked 'i'm feeling lucky' on google. the screen went blank except for two words - are you? [3] today i saw a man planting daffodils beside the highway. i asked why. he told me yellow was the color of happiness. [4] today an old woman patted my cheek with a wrinkly hand and told me everything was going to be all right, after all. [5] today a boy i see everyday on the ten-fifteen bus to c

bad timing. by anywherebesideshere, literature

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bad timing.

you sat next to me on a crowded bus. you told me you were in love with a girl three thousand miles away but she didn't love you back. you told me she could of but you had bad timing and told her you loved her too late. you were a stranger then and you are still a stranger now. i told you one time i was in love and now because of it i cant listen to certain songs and i cry myself to sleep some nights. you told me that i should find a new person to love because it eases the pain. you asked for a phone number to call me at. then you asked me to be your friend. i told you i wasn't good at that. you told me you would call me despite the fact. yo

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A History by ProvenParadox, literature

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A History

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Axioms by ProvenParadox, literature

The Crown by ProvenParadox, literature

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The Crown

The Oasis by ProvenParadox, literature

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The Oasis

Theogony by ProvenParadox, literature

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Theogony

Sunday the Fourteenth, August by ProvenParadox, literature

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Sunday the Fourteenth, August

The Long Forgotten Country by ProvenParadox, literature

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The Long Forgotten Country

Late Evening, July by ProvenParadox, literature

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Late Evening, July

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Atoll

If there is a way of quenching bitterness I have not found it Nor have I dreamt it You may have seen me searching in the salt-seas of anguish But if some cure belongs to the coral floor Or in a silver scale flashed by A watchful eye, hidden in the murky rocks I do not know it. What kind of watchfulness have I expended Always searching and appeasing, never seeing? Forgive me what I do not know, forgive me I Forget sometimes Whether red and yellow should be mixed to make A poison-fish, or whether green and blue Become the ocean better than the muck Of sand and driftwood. If there is a way of going that is my own way Tell me For

Highway Dreaming by IndigoSkyes, literature

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Highway Dreaming

They're living on cheap ramen and hopeless dreams. He wants to be a world-famous brain surgeon and she wants to be more things than she can count on one hand. Sometimes they fight about her leaving her lipstick in the sink or when he doesn't pick up orange juice at the grocery store. But they're happy, even with the cracked paint and terrible plumbing. Every morning at 7:08 he catches the 7:15 train to the university and she takes their battered old Sedan to her job at the highway tolls. She likes to make up stories about the more interesting cars to tell him later. The bedside lamp is on, her voice humming low in her throat, and he drifts qu

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Memory by PrometheanDesire, literature

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Memory

when all alone and wishing that home would beckon and a hello echo towards you when wishing upon the sky and stars that a great pillar save you Remember, be careful what you wish for when a pillar comes it may just trap you keep you want you wrapped around it with a barbed twine and childhood blanket when all alone and wishing that warm windows would greet you Remember, stand strong and know the sky and stars breathe with you and your spirit will greet you with fire warmed light echoing hello Remember. Home is in You.

Painted in pastel by ozzla, literature

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Painted in pastel

I glow a golden strength, the darkness sprinting away to stand at the fraying edges. I glare at it menacingly, daring it to attack. A supernova blinds me, sapping my strength. You love the sight of a defenceless warrior, scared and confused, crouching to the ground. So delicate. so weak. so little. But I stand tall, growing, rising, shattering your hold. I shine brilliant blues, swallowing your darkness with light.

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Mar 4
Canada
Deviant for 14 years
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Things that I like to do: invent aphorisms, tell folk tales, adventure, talk to people about the thoughts that put sparkles in their eyes, and explore stuff at night time. Also, reading books and grooving to charming tunes. And drinking.

Things I like. Cool.

I have pride in my ability to climb, sleep, give hugs, cook grilled cheese, and give compliments. I am very slow to add things to that list; I hope to add poetry some day.

I am irrevocably good-natured about religion. It's one of the most stimulating parts of my life and being irrevocably good natured about things is something I consider wise.

I investigate philosophy & religious studies at McGill University. I am in the third year of my undergraduate, and have a nice apartment just next to Parc Mont-Royal.

I grew up on a little farm in the wilderness. That has shaped and continues to influence my identity. Also, we have solar panels. So sick.

My siblings are both capable artists and I recommend that you check out their art: WanderingHere and jonathoncomfortreed. If you'd like criticism and advice on pieces of artwork, send me a note; I will see what I can do.

I like people who are creative, intense and compassionate. I try to be these things myself. Sometimes I fail, sometimes I do okay.

We should maybe become friends?

You will know the truth, and the truth will make you free

Favourite Visual Artist

Monet

Favourite Movies

Apocalypse Now

Favourite TV Shows

Doctor Who

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Godspeed You! Black Emperor

Favourite Writers

Eliot, Rilke, Coleridge

Favourite Games

Freeze Tag.

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Pencil, ink, paint and writing implements

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ProvenParadox

Aug 16, 2011

To Do.

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Hey gang. Stuffs happening. I'll be hiking in Newfoundland next week, back to school shortly thereafter, and I'm just finishing several months of wonderful times with the United Church of Canada head office. My life is pretty not bad, I should say. That said, the other day I wrote a To Do list. It was fun times. I reproduce it here partially so that you guys can hold me accountable to it, partially because it is hilarious, and partially because it gives a vaguely fair description of what is going on in my life. Daniel: 1. Stop doing things that make you sad. Quit spending potentially good times online. (Here I've added 'keep the good bits

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ProvenParadox

Oct 31, 2010

Peace of mind.

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[*] Writing a paper on authenticity in the works of Jean Paul Sartre. [*] Spending time in a nice jazz filled cafe. [*] Walking in park. [*] First snow. [*] Halloween. [*] Piracy. [*] Receiving compliments from individuals that I care about; being told I'm pretty nice sometimes. [*] Having good dreams about the people I enjoy. [*] Jon has a new computer. [*] Sarah is happy. Apparently. [*] Solidified a friendship yesterday. [*] Made two new friends the day before. [*] Stole candy. Halloween is the best holiday (note: pretty girls). [*] Eating poutine delivered from Alto's. [*] Rereading The Room Without Time. [*] Writing and dr

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ProvenParadox

Apr 25, 2010

Anthem for a New Creation

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Alright everyone, there are some things we need to talk about. First and foremost, I had the sweetest day today. The sweetest day that you could possibly imagine. I walked up to the top of Mont Royal; climbed a tree; walked in the forest a bit; and generally had a nice time. I actually think I was up there for a few hours. Also, I played a couple of games of snooker, spent some quality time with my friends, and actually got a couple of things scratched off my to-do list. This feeling of immense satisfaction is mainly on account of me being done my week of hell for exams [see the relief face below]. I had four exams in as many days, which is

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LiliWrites

May 5, 2014

Your web came completely freaked my cat out.

Awesome.

ersatz-moon

May 16, 2013

hopelessly glad that i've found you. will be looking at your gallery now. and hope your backpacking trip gives you substantial value. in life and such.