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Greatness

March 2nd, 2014 by nullifidian

Mad is the only great,
Useless the only beauty.
Personality is the border between souls.
Agenda-less dance.

Personality

June 1st, 2012 by nullifidian

Personality is the border between souls. Personality is the cutter on the cookie dough.

Living is an art

May 30th, 2012 by nullifidian

I am both brush and painting.

Dream (August 21st 2008)

April 28th, 2012 by nullifidian

driving
navigating
turn
bridge
barricade (pipes)
all over bridge
drive through
lights in canyon below
mesas lit up
barricade to keep secret
keep driving on bridge
S. sees sign for ‘heaven’
turns towards it
car goes through barrier, falling into canyon
keeps falling, stone/brick wall getting closer
no end
car now a train
i’m in driver’s cockpit looking at wall getting closer ad infinitum
i realize this will never end
then look around, see i’m alone
dead rat to give me company
thought: ‘great, stuck in infinity alone’
start moving toward back of train
cross bogies using vestibule
curtain around vestibule flapping
see S. walking along train outside
says he decided to do that, easier
see car pulling to an intersection ahead of us
realize we are in inhabited town
come to crossing of oka and some other street
some young kid realizes significance, something to do with a baseball record
i toss a ball to an animal (chipmunk or something)
ball hits it, provokes immediate sound from it
it tosses ball back and we play for a bit
then large mansion on other side of street
some child walks out
i start asking him questions, insistent
security guards come out of mansion gates, make for us
cop cars with sirens/lights also coming towards us
someone doesn’t want us to find out the truth about infinity
i levitate furiously to escape

Ode to Nighthawks

December 27th, 2011 by nullifidian

Q: Is this an early dinner?
A: Every dinner is an early dinner. Night is limitless.

Separation

September 1st, 2011 by nullifidian

What did everyone do after I left?
Tell me everything.
Fill in the gaps.
Seep into my empty spaces.
Pour it all out
So I miss nothing.

After the play

August 26th, 2011 by nullifidian

This campus, this hill, is now a foggy ghost land. The universe is shut out tonight. I can now have my blurry intimacy with the immediate acre. Happy zombies are heard chattering down the hill, into the parking lot. No sound escapes into the atmosphere. Lambent, locked university buildings that I wander lonesome among, you are glorious and murderous on a foggy night! Desolate relics of daytime productivity are no protection from nighttime ghouls. Surprising architecture lurks in the fog: courtyards, terraces, sunken, raised, immaculately laid out but incomprehensible under this shroud. Deliberate staging ground for an invasion of body-snatchers. Large red glows light the drifting fog. Everyone else on Earth is dead and buried here. Yet I expect to spy a train creeping slowly through the interstices of these lifeless buildings.

Horror

April 23rd, 2009 by nullifidian

After years of experiencing it, the horror that is existence has permeated my soul. A few nights ago I had an especially bleak dream. Bottles lined up in a row on a windowsill, and me wafting from room to room to the kitchen with the window, looking at the bottles, facing the plain horror of existence. In my sleep, a real but drugged vocalization—“hor… ror.” To say it woke me up. The nightmare continued unbroken.

Artist

December 10th, 2008 by nullifidian

I am an artist. My medium is thought.

Wordle

June 17th, 2008 by nullifidian

A wordle of isism.org.

Wordle

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