Free-Form Poetry, Digital Art, Web Design, Blogging, Politics, Ecology & Climate
Welcome to Lost in Mist: A Collection of Outrageous Magical Objects [fusing together the poetic, memetic, and programming senses of ‘objects’] !💥 !💥 ! This is your world and also our world, beautiful, incredible, tragic, ever-evolving, ordinary and yet transcendent, where every moment is an opportunity to make your mark on the canvas of existence.
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Remember These Things
Remember These Things The tangled flow of livesIn your workings, remember three things:One, never look down on mushroomsTwo, do not insult your customersThree, bring your lives to fruitionIn your direct actions, remember these four:The situation is not normalThe collected dreams of the people are at a place of powerRefrain from rudenessChant loudly, raucously, and bawdilyIn…
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#PortfolioDay Day Post
I’m a web designer, writer, poet, and sometimes artist.I’m looking for work or commission in web design, art or writing. Or publishers.I’m a former art student, former Design, Arts and Technology student, and eventual Liberal Arts BA. I also finished a 12 week programming course.Portfolio: https://linktr.ee/cooperdozier#PortfolioDayhttps://www.savetheoxygen.org/https://lostinmist.blog/2023/11/06/we/https://lostinmist.blog/2023/12/11/the-set-of-modernistic-identities/https://github.com/cooperdozier/easy-emhttps://cooperdozier.github.io/easy-em/No Idea how I’ll shortenthis up for twitter except add…
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Interrupts
Interrupts We walkWe walk alongThe snake walksThe elephants marchA feather for everyone’s headband In the silence of days of the weekWe become other than who we areBut returning for the nightWe have meetings:Anyone, meet everyoneSomeone, meet no one That one, meet this oneYoung one, meet old one~Beyond and about our meetingsAll of us rush for…
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A Nation’s Interlude
The driftwood of our lives Washed up on some foreign shore We glistened But the sun was not amiable It was fierce […]
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Atemporal Pisky Topologies, Simple
Atemporal Pisky Topologies, Simple Crenarcheota, ancient of days, one of the monophyletics…. By-the-by, seeing what is not a place to blur, becomes annealed, becomes a plum choice for crystallization…. But one to the other, remarking ever that it had been clarity of intent, but noticing also how the strains of philosophy had shotgunned, they said…
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Blood Capital
Blood Capital an artful hawker collects souls on a street cornersave me from the daya clumsy galumphin’ thing comes dancing bytrampling the sitters, upending the babesa monster on the rampage in white lacean orchid in a window silences yousome people go hawking war souvenirs From my 2017 book Synaptic Syntactic available on major platforms such…
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