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Diastonene VIII -- The Lord and Robert Fight
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Diastonene VIII -- The Lord and Robert Fight |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
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Despite my better judgment, or perhaps because I lack judgment? I now present part eight of a series that ... exists. from 7. The Lord Finds His Lady /pip/Forum46/HTML/002503.html Diastonene 8 -- The Lord and Robert Fight Whisper petals of water. Flowers of formless function. Spread your hands on Lady's face, this dead bird without a ring. Someone pulled the stone too hard. The door is open, knowing lines. The white door open. Know it, love. Unsettled pale. I must get below its jaw. I must mouth you through it. The voyage soon, sweet sopping lady. Place you into darkness, so that I may find ... who did this. Brother. Robert. Don't think. I know it. Know you did. Know you knew deep and cold as spring well-water. I know you knew though too soft, ugly edge and shining metre. I know you knew, I know you knew. And now, you will know here. No. Lady, wait for me. Wait for me. There? Shh. I shall come back. I shall come back. I shall. I promise you I shall. "Him, I must kill." ~*~ Cathrene, mother begins. Do you know the time? I miss his music, child. I miss his music, girl. Robert will be back, Matron. (she will never call you mother) Now try and get some sleep. (horse breath horse breath horse breath!) Years of cut lips, music, men. A childhood, its own distend. Need then never turned to want, and love then never turned to sleep. The stick that placed its force upon the small of Cathrene's sob. (sides heave, horse; heave, sides; heave) Has become a cane. The anger dissipates in swallows. A mellow hatred, wine. It stains. Like skin. Withers. Like willows. Bees like stings. It withers in stains it stings in stains it stinks it stains but one ruin. ~*~ YOU! a room stained by glass. YOU! leaden flame frame ridge of pane YOU! colors frame filling sight dripping study blocks her light YOU BLOCK HER LIGHT! AWAY FROM HER! no yes no yes no no yes no yes no no yes no yes no yes no yes no -- (this transfer of fists) Oh, and here the hum of bees in blows, back one step, trip the rug. Grab the cue. Slam the heat and dark... Statue totters, falls, discards itself among new shadows. Slam the heat and dark. Slam the heat the dark. Poker drops, an iron bone. Brother's clanging knell. Would not give his flute of mouth a chance, his whys to tell. Flute in silver pieces scattered among stone of empty face. The Lord gives Robert one last sob. Then turns away. He turns away. |
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Anvrill Senior Member
since 2002-06-21
Posts 710in the interzone now |
No judgement has been done wrong, baby... Thank you for writing more! Thank you, thank you, thank you! I can feel the lord's madness, beating inside my own skull... This is intense. And you've made everything so much more real. And that glimpse into Cathrene's problems with her mother! And the fight... In the room with the statue... Augh. Wow. Baby... More? your tongue's like poison |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
yes..it continues and the madness does seem to grow... you must finish of course as even madness ends... enjoyed the series and this one in particular Mike... |
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WhiteRose Member Elite
since 2002-07-23
Posts 3208somebody's dungeon |
If not finished, the madness would only grow. I'm lost amid all of this, but I am enjoying the read. And the new pic, intense! Can just see you thinking, pondering, with pen in hand, paper in front of you, unyielding. Very artsy. More you.  |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Lorigrrl, after a while, the excuses end and I'm left with writing. Ron, thank you. I can see your response is flavored by the end of Iambe. Well, Diastonene ends, too, in three more scenes. Anne, Thank you for taking the time to read this. I know it could be a bit hard to follow. My only worry, always, as a writer, is whether the time the reader spends on it is worth the material itself... Mikey |
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brian sites Senior Member
since 2002-06-25
Posts 1475usa |
I read this out loud and I loved the way it crashed and vibrated this is music an angry symphony of brilliant and dark images unseen before that is your gift to us glad to see this arise again |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
I did recently listen, urgently, to Beethoven's Eighth. So, who knows.  Thank you, brian. |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
As a full disclosure, I also listen, many times, urgently, to Megadeth's Rust in Peace album.  |
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brian sites Senior Member
since 2002-06-25
Posts 1475usa |
what does it mean that I have enjoyed both of those? urgenturgenturgent sooooo urgent yeah! foreigner baby whhhoooooohhhhoooooooo |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Friend. |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
Ahh! See how the squirrel leaps, from rock to slippery rock. Just a moments' pause between skillful leaps, as he runs a zig-zag course up the stream of his mind. You one BUSY squirrel, dude. ~Ed |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Well, as fall rushes forward like an inexorable ocean, and the workload here increases, you'll only hear the barest peeps out of me for a while. |
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