few methods can let you strip away individual characteristics and stay in pure existence at the same time. who is @MoTy? she is an architect of poems, working by depersonalization: layer 1 she empties out the particular self so that everyone can fit their own personality into the verses and find something like their own home. layer 2 the same openness that lets everyone in is a way of holding nobody at all.. a home anyone can enter is a dark home for no one. layer 3 what looks like infinite access is the withholding …the verses fit everyone precisely because they fit no one in particular. I could almost see MoTy sitting behind her screen, laughing as she reads this what the heck is this guy talking about while she polishes the metal of her code vehicle. she is the one thing the method can’t reach
i always wanted to know who MoTy was. i’ve read this a few times now. smiled every single time at “laughing when she reads this”. the vehicle is mapped, so is the propeller. damn x
Consciousness falling into the void, a witness to your own disappearance. The ending is excellent because it suddenly gives all that fragmentation a purpose.
I really loved this. There’s something about the way it moves between all these images and feelings that makes it feel so deeply haunting without ever losing its beauty. “nothing.but.jewels(on.that.floor)” and “you.held.her(once)” especially caught me, but honestly the whole thing stayed with me. It feels like there’s so much underneath every line. Just amazing as always.
Thank you so much Chihiro. The four human lines are the narration breakers. A soul scream inside an otherwise efficient body. Of course you picked up on them x
Only took me six months to find the sweet spot. Turns out it’s blind too. I adore your take. I’m rereading the piece now to see how it plays out through your eyes. I get it. The soft-girl era never really stood a chance. Thank you, M 😊 x
My fave: soul.migratory(red-reflective.trace); - after all, everything in the universe red shifts the further away it gets from us.. stunning work, as always Mo ✨
I felt a mind breaking apart while still trying to remain present. The ending, do not close your eyes, leaves everything open at its most painful point.
Antonio, after reading hundreds of your comments, i’ve become strangely attached to your take. you got it right. of course you did. yes, it’s about being present. thank you x
there’s movement. there’s fruit. there’s a leash. seems the gods in the blind spots are always smirking. your work strides the edges, inner and outer. i love that.
few methods can let you strip away individual characteristics and stay in pure existence at the same time. who is @MoTy? she is an architect of poems, working by depersonalization: layer 1 she empties out the particular self so that everyone can fit their own personality into the verses and find something like their own home. layer 2 the same openness that lets everyone in is a way of holding nobody at all.. a home anyone can enter is a dark home for no one. layer 3 what looks like infinite access is the withholding …the verses fit everyone precisely because they fit no one in particular. I could almost see MoTy sitting behind her screen, laughing as she reads this what the heck is this guy talking about while she polishes the metal of her code vehicle. she is the one thing the method can’t reach
i always wanted to know who MoTy was. i’ve read this a few times now. smiled every single time at “laughing when she reads this”. the vehicle is mapped, so is the propeller. damn x
Flying high
That’s a really interesting analysis. Thanks Bertold.
Thank you @Meditations On Permafrost I appreciate you comment
the one thing the method can't reach.... she floats far beyond the rest.
An “architect of poems” - I like that - and indeed she is 🙂
On this one, I think we can safely say that the rhythm is impeccable.
Gratitude x
Consciousness falling into the void, a witness to your own disappearance. The ending is excellent because it suddenly gives all that fragmentation a purpose.
Only a master of the most unpredictable endings would’ve known. Thanks @Gan x
delicious.
Thank you @Lia Romanov x
I really loved this. There’s something about the way it moves between all these images and feelings that makes it feel so deeply haunting without ever losing its beauty. “nothing.but.jewels(on.that.floor)” and “you.held.her(once)” especially caught me, but honestly the whole thing stayed with me. It feels like there’s so much underneath every line. Just amazing as always.
Thank you so much Chihiro. The four human lines are the narration breakers. A soul scream inside an otherwise efficient body. Of course you picked up on them x
It’s like you created a quadratic equation for a panic attack.
This verse was stunning (as was the poem)
navel.hibernal(nihilist);
skin.screams(outlasted);
blind.spot(dislodged);
weightless.drift;
Talk about compression! I really liked the short lines bouncing off each other and the assonance that creates all these internal features.
Thank you so much, MOP. Compression is just one way of removing the unnecessary. I’m really glad you liked it x
Superb! Truly! Thank you for sharing your gift! ✨
Thank you so much @Depth & Dagger x
This reads as if it was spoken in one breath, kneeling against the void.
Always extra careful with oxygen, thank you so much @Mahdi Meshkatee x
when i read you i think i hold my breath the entirety.
Wanting to scratch my skin off. Then I go through it to see what words my eyes stop at like an anagram.
i.surrender(to.blackout) >> because blackout is (was) my favorite place of hibernation.
skin.screams >>> fuck, ouch.
weightless.drift >>> where I long to be on the daily.
x
Aren’t we all longing for a weightless drift, hibernation, with or without the blackout? Thank you so much x
exactly that MoTy
This is sooo good, M!!
Maybe my favourite of yours.
‘tis boom - a banger through and through.
Dark beauty.
So many good lines and stanzas.
Hints (for me) of BDSM, suspension bondage, shibari, industrial dark erotica - but that might just be my prurient mind…
Is the soft-girl back in her cage?
I found that I was drawn to the single line stanzas(?)
And when one separates them, it’s quite interesting too:
“i.surrender(to.blackout);
watch.me(knees.bent);
you.held.her(once);
do.not(close.your.eyes);“
You also dropped me two new words; ‘noctilucent’ (which is a particular banger, and ‘hibernal’ - so thanks for those.
a truly excellent piece, M
- the enigma continues…
🙂 x
Only took me six months to find the sweet spot. Turns out it’s blind too. I adore your take. I’m rereading the piece now to see how it plays out through your eyes. I get it. The soft-girl era never really stood a chance. Thank you, M 😊 x
I’m so glad that you do.
And I adore it when you say ‘adore’.
I’d say it’s less that it plays in a certain way for me - they were just fractured glimpses opened to me. I’d love to see it through your eyes.
Haha - I can imagine.
You’re most welcome, M 😊 x
I sense an unholy alliance between machine beast and human making love or killing each other who knows what will rise from the wreckage
You sensed it right Ray. Making me laugh every single time x
Emotional architecture, cognitive prison, hyper vigilance…
My fave: soul.migratory(red-reflective.trace); - after all, everything in the universe red shifts the further away it gets from us.. stunning work, as always Mo ✨
Lu, i’ve known for a while now that you dig deep. deeper. i’m really glad we met. it’s something special. i love stepping into your world too x
kinship across the ether… a call that simply can’t be ignored diva ✨✨
I felt a mind breaking apart while still trying to remain present. The ending, do not close your eyes, leaves everything open at its most painful point.
Antonio, after reading hundreds of your comments, i’ve become strangely attached to your take. you got it right. of course you did. yes, it’s about being present. thank you x
rope.noctilucent is haunting me
Why do I feel that’s fair? Thanks T. x
my god, is this how you meditate? transcendence.
i suddenly jolted awake (as well) at the smell of a burning organ. there are no time zones. there are hearts on fire.
possible meditation. possible prayers to gods who smirk when you aren’t looking. time zones burned away their relevance a while ago x
there’s movement. there’s fruit. there’s a leash. seems the gods in the blind spots are always smirking. your work strides the edges, inner and outer. i love that.
leashed smirk. pen you’re literally writing my next poem. Obnoxious god’s league, we smirk too x
languishing erotism ... I feel the pulse ... the bewilderment ... the rest ... 🦋💕
Isn’t that the whole point? Thank you so much André. Means a lot x
Oh, great ! 😩 now I have to go back and re read all you wrote ...
should be an interesting voyage !!! 🦋💕
André, you don’t have to do anything at all. Sending good vibes x
I know, I know ... just trying to be clever ... and that will be my doom ! 😎