Submissions by Spyglass
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Good day. Truth is neither illusive nor elusory.
SELF POEM
Published
10th Sep 2014 6:05am
10th Sep 2014 6:05am
Before I Heard [Writings From My Former Self; No. 2]
Legs forward, then momentum back.
I move upward.
The clouds make a causeway, the stars in between. My eyes are fixed upon them.
I sweep the ground and ascend. Up through the causeway do I wish to go! Up through that celestial gap and into the heavens! How I wish!
I begin to descend, and the clouds become distant.
Backward then do I go, and my body is directed at the dirt. I weep for my height.
But then I rise! My soul grasps for the sky.
Up through the causeway do I wish to go!
Let me up!
The straining alloy pulls me again low. ...
I move upward.
The clouds make a causeway, the stars in between. My eyes are fixed upon them.
I sweep the ground and ascend. Up through the causeway do I wish to go! Up through that celestial gap and into the heavens! How I wish!
I begin to descend, and the clouds become distant.
Backward then do I go, and my body is directed at the dirt. I weep for my height.
But then I rise! My soul grasps for the sky.
Up through the causeway do I wish to go!
Let me up!
The straining alloy pulls me again low. ...
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Sep 2014 5:29am
10th Sep 2014 5:29am
Fool's Transformation [Writings from My Former Self; No. 1]
Oh...
What a mess,
What a mess,
What a mess in my mind!
I regress,
I digress,
I confess that I'm blind."
And consigned
to be blind,
I designed to find rest.
I've refined,
And I bind
my whole mind in contest
Of torn seams
And dead dreams,
for it seems so I die.
"As a rule,
Thought is cruel,"
Doth the fool testify.
What a mess,
What a mess,
What a mess in my mind!
I regress,
I digress,
I confess that I'm blind."
And consigned
to be blind,
I designed to find rest.
I've refined,
And I bind
my whole mind in contest
Of torn seams
And dead dreams,
for it seems so I die.
"As a rule,
Thought is cruel,"
Doth the fool testify.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Sep 2014 8:26am
5th Sep 2014 8:26am
What I Mean to Say (Letter to an unloyal friend)
Here I sit atop the three concrete steps preceding the front door, the unnatural orange streetlights and bleach white doorlamps burning unblinkingly, the nighttime more nostalgic than usual, and I wonder how many of us really have the ability to always say what we truly mean to say, in depth, with utter unimprovable accuracy. After ingesting a moment’s contemplation, I figure: perhaps none. To say it perfectly? And then what about effective reception? To say it perfectly and then to be entirely sure, though flawlessly conveyed, that it will be flawlessly heard and understood? It must be none,...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
1st Sep 2014 9:44am
1st Sep 2014 9:44am
Excerpts from a Letter Pt. 2— Perspective vs. Perception
The perception of beauty! It is not a goal to acquire but rather a kind of excavation, is it not? Ah, but perspective is the key, isn’t it? Not perception alone. No. The proper perspective is the key to true perception of true beauty. How can we see fully and rightly if we do not see accurately, if our perspective is distorted? Additionally, how will we know whether we have perceived the greatest and most satisfying beauty unless we possess and perceive from the very highest, keenest, and most advantageous perspective? Of course, we cannot; it is impossible to know... unless... there is some...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
1st Sep 2014 5:29am
1st Sep 2014 5:29am
Excerpts from a Letter Pt. 1— Distinguish
It’s kind of funny... we always assumed we’d die young. I think perhaps we just hoped it so that we’d not be forced to continually confront our lack of understanding concerning our purpose, this lack which seemed like such a hopeless impediment. We hoped to die somehow poetically premature so as to secure some meaning in accordance with what was then (I speak of my own personal experience) our own rather egocentrically conceived artistic expressions. But as it is and contrarily, we are needed; we are needed alive by so many similarly hopeless souls and jointly by the One who desires us all so...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Aug 2014 7:35am
18th Aug 2014 7:35am
Transcend
How can we maintain philosophy sustaining disdain of transcendence?
And transcendence is the only true law,
unflawed,
the one resilient fact of accurate affluence.
Who can hope to attain a fullness fully known when restricted by purely first-person perception?
MY GOD, what a curse!
And temporal advice?
Counsel from the blind and deaf,
alas not dumb;
we are all so horrifically first-person!
Who here can tell me what the foul and degraded soil has not already?
Damned is the grain of sand not willing to comprise a new shore abroad.
And...
And transcendence is the only true law,
unflawed,
the one resilient fact of accurate affluence.
Who can hope to attain a fullness fully known when restricted by purely first-person perception?
MY GOD, what a curse!
And temporal advice?
Counsel from the blind and deaf,
alas not dumb;
we are all so horrifically first-person!
Who here can tell me what the foul and degraded soil has not already?
Damned is the grain of sand not willing to comprise a new shore abroad.
And...
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