Your work always feels like I’m excavating an emotional crime scene. It’s like you catalogue grief and trauma into an evidence log… your emotional.data(corrupted); syntax shouldn’t be capable of carrying this much humanity, and yet here we are. A pure drop as always, Diva ✨
As always, a rollercoaster but the repeated "this is real" felt like the emotional anchor. Everything else fractures, mutates, and recombines, but that refrain keeps insisting on lived experience rather than mere experimentation. It seems that way in any case, that echo.
I’ve gathered that you’re into film recently. Perhaps that’s why you tend to see things through a more cinematic lens now. Glad you liked it. Every Boom strokes my ego just right. Thank you M.🙂 x
Good to hear, but I hope that things improve for thee.
You’re welcome.
I hear you.
I’m not bad, thank you. I’ve been feeling like I may be on the cusp of another major depressive episode for a while, but I’m managing to hold it off - and I’m doing quite well at Being 🙂 x
the chapel’s getting tighter. a queue for the redemption of guilt. i’ll have to build a fence for the dog, or a mesh that holds it all up… 4 selves, 4 cuts. the grid does what geometry always does with pain.. who knows… @MoTy, maybe for a few thousand years we’ll be collecting indulgences. i have to study how the church did it.
you moved the chapel outside… i built a room to wound in private, you built a plaza to wound in the open. interior.made(public);
this.is.real; the only line without brackets… the only thing you can’t get at. we’re all standing here, cold in the chapel, everyone wallowing in their own guilt and you tell us it’s real. and i thought we’d left the fear behind.
and it repeats twice.
then the brows. everyone reads “release”; i read “refusal”.
you.won’t.fix(my.brows); the only boundary the plaza can’t cross.
Your work always feels like I’m excavating an emotional crime scene. It’s like you catalogue grief and trauma into an evidence log… your emotional.data(corrupted); syntax shouldn’t be capable of carrying this much humanity, and yet here we are. A pure drop as always, Diva ✨
This is such a heartwarming comment. I love it, and it has already been catalogued. Thank you so much @Luna💫 x
famine.fed(femininity);
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So beautiful and gripping!
Thank you so much @Mothchewedgirl for continuous support and all the love x
Jaw inheritance. Mine (on-the-ground) 💯⚡️
Thank you so much @Miles Hack. Let’s pick it up slowly with utmost care x
Indeed we must!
I would love to know how you come up with this. It's macabre, sweet and low and then ordinary?
Reading this is going through the motions, then suddenly feeling release in the normality of brows. Insane writing! A true gift.
Insanity strokes my pen in all the right ways. Thank you so much @Soulhunting x
As always, a rollercoaster but the repeated "this is real" felt like the emotional anchor. Everything else fractures, mutates, and recombines, but that refrain keeps insisting on lived experience rather than mere experimentation. It seems that way in any case, that echo.
Delusional insistence is what keeps me going. Always keen on reading your take, thanks Jaap x
Rich with texture depth with woven plan in the intersection brilliant masterpiece ♠️🐦⬛♠️🐦⬛
Plan in the intersection is such a cool take. Thank you for all your kindness S.x
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MoTy! Wow. I love reading your pieces. Each line is felt emotionally. Thank you for writing, genuinely:)
Flattered. Thank you for reading and restacking @Silent Words with Cynthia Wong x
Happy to share good work:)
body as both evidence and battlefield
the meat-and-gravity of these lines is incredible...
'This.is.real;' hits like a blunt instrument every time you drop it
damn woman. goddamn.
bluntness befriended. we know this too well sister.
http://this.is.real;
always.was;
Boom! As always, M!
I found this very visual. I could imagine a film inspired by it.
And I particularly loved: “leaving(writes.itself);”
- very thought provoking 🙂
I’ve gathered that you’re into film recently. Perhaps that’s why you tend to see things through a more cinematic lens now. Glad you liked it. Every Boom strokes my ego just right. Thank you M.🙂 x
Perhaps your right. I have always loved film though.
That’s good to hear - and just how I like it.
You’re most welcome.
And I hope that you’re well 🙂 x
I’m not too bad, thank you. Hope you’re well too. The journal only updates me so much 🙂 x
Good to hear, but I hope that things improve for thee.
You’re welcome.
I hear you.
I’m not bad, thank you. I’ve been feeling like I may be on the cusp of another major depressive episode for a while, but I’m managing to hold it off - and I’m doing quite well at Being 🙂 x
Well at Being! Amazing to hear 🙂 x
🙂 x
shovel.amputates(me.soft); you always give me lines that just zap my brain the right way !
No damage control here, thank you so much Olly. Hugs for the brain x
I admire your lightness in writing about such difficult matters.
You are an exeptionally talented person🌿.
Extremely flattered, thank you so much Passion x
„sky.breaking(over.plaza);
four.selves(gate.stumbled);
overcast.flags(sequence.error);“
What an intro!! 🖤🖤🖤
Thank you so much my favourite flower @wildflower x
Always a pleasure!! 🖤
the chapel’s getting tighter. a queue for the redemption of guilt. i’ll have to build a fence for the dog, or a mesh that holds it all up… 4 selves, 4 cuts. the grid does what geometry always does with pain.. who knows… @MoTy, maybe for a few thousand years we’ll be collecting indulgences. i have to study how the church did it.
you moved the chapel outside… i built a room to wound in private, you built a plaza to wound in the open. interior.made(public);
this.is.real; the only line without brackets… the only thing you can’t get at. we’re all standing here, cold in the chapel, everyone wallowing in their own guilt and you tell us it’s real. and i thought we’d left the fear behind.
and it repeats twice.
then the brows. everyone reads “release”; i read “refusal”.
you.won’t.fix(my.brows); the only boundary the plaza can’t cross.
Replied on the restack because, why not? matter of preference x
this.is.real;
A wild ride!
Thanks @Ray Sweatman x