[…] Washing over the visions of final judgment with the evolved theory
The trickster spirits intensified their efforts
Puzzling out the power of the sphinx, one wrote of the infamous escape-checkmate-in-three problem and its connection to the popular cubes of puzzle […]
Tag: we all the small ones
In the Alterations
In the Alterations In all the days of itWe worked and we toiledWe of the silting up of the worksIn the alterationsIn the alterations of we all the small onesIn the alterations of we all the small ones we wokeIn the alterations of time we sought a chance. In the alterations of time we sought […]
Demonoid Spake Thus
It was ever thus so, ever thus so and so, or so-so, as the case may be and if not it was trauma. In the sideways glance of time, as the case may be, or if not it was, we were in the letter of the law, but in it we took off into the night,
Acknowledgement to Juliana Spahr for the influence of her book “Well Then There Now”
Some info on stylistic influences on his 2017 book, ‘Synaptic Syntactic’, particularly a book by Juliana Spahr called Well Then There NOw. The characters’ names of ‘We all the Small Ones’ and ‘Demonoid Picotent’ were derived from Spahr’s work. Talk on the use of repetition and distorting texts using machine translations.
Transient Formation of Flock of Multiconsciousness’ Islets
AI Summary is Nice: The text ambiguously gives an account of a group referred to as ‘We the People’ interacting with each other and the world around them. It suggests they are interconnected and interdisciplinary beings who navigate complex conceptual and physical landscapes while formulating theories and manipulating time. The narrative is abstract, fragmented, and filled with symbolic and philosophical expressions.
The Aeon Waits
[…] But demonoid spoke otherwise, saying it was time for new stories, not old / Demonoid spake thus: / “In swathes of eternal peace we sleep until we are ready / The gloaming takes on no characteristics of the dawn / The Aeon waits with bodies for us to be recreated, for we were never born / All down the aisles of eternity like a supermarket / We grow in certainty until it is time / It was ever thus and so, and shall be, despite contradiction / But see end user license agreement and mortgage terms […]
But See Disclaimer
BUT SEE DISCLAIMER We all the small ones dreamed of our deaths We dreamed of our deaths and in the rambling of picotant demonoid heard of our ways and means We all the small ones were not frightened Death is but a return of consciousness to the great, a scattering of photons We the elaborate […]
Till the Stones and Till the Soil
We all the small ones dreamed of our deaths We dreamed of our deaths and in the rambling of picotant demonoid would heard of our ways and means We all the small ones were not frightened Death is but a return of consciousness to the great, a scattering of photons We the elaborate focusing devices […]
We Flattered Ourselves of Our Uniqueness
We of all the small ones grew up and were changed We all the small ones went to the store We grew up and changed, we grew and changed, we transfigured and expanded In our silence you could read longing Many of the others disliked and spat upon our changes We ignored it We flattered […]
Burning the Globesphere / Never a Utopia
We of all the small ones are repulsed In it we are we and thus and so, yet not we, we wait upon the turning of the tide In the end the demonoid picotant was needful of a place to sleep. In the end the demonoid picotant slept by we all the small ones. In […]
Lost in Mist 