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Ghost Writer
There was once a writer who found that he, after a few million words over the course of twenty odd years, could no longer write.  Sure, he could write.  If he sat down and smoked a pack of cigarettes and twiddled with whatever forced garbage he made himself lay upon the page, but at the need of the night—highlight and delete.  Would he like to save the changes he made to Untitled Document?  No, he would not.
He didn't think it would bother him as bad as it did.  And it hadn't bothered him, at first.  He figured that it would be back—it liked to take a vacation every now and then.  But it had been nearly a year, and he was still sitting with his fingers laced in his hair, wondering what was wrong.  It could be numerous things.  Stress, perhaps.  But he'd been under stress before, shit, some of his best work was done under stress.  Could it have been the drugs, the alcohol?  He'd been having a hard time lately just getting throu
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Prometheus Among Fragments by Tuskin Prometheus Among Fragments :icontuskin:Tuskin 1 4
Afterwards, Tofu
We will grow white soy
First-the land is dead
We will taste the muted
Spirit of the world
Her mourning white
As tofu
The sun will beat us
For all the beaten gold
And our sick gray mules
Will break their hooves
Against her indifference
The dry places will burn our heels
And the snake will shoot death
Into our hearts again, and winter
Will snap us like frosted twigs
And we will huddle in rags
Through snow and fire
Things that grow certainly
Will be our god, when we see
The shoots and sprigs
Rise to meet us in spring
And there will be dancing
For the moon and stars
Laughter, naked dances
In the rivers and the seas
And in the rain, and shadow
Will stretch across us like
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Two More Poems
Wind passes over stone
Wing shadows flow as
Dark leaves down river
The world sleeps
And we are a cunning dream
The wind, the stone, the shadow
Dark leaves flowing
Down river
The mountains run with
Excess and bleed their water
To the city where I live
Great hills broken straight
By gears and dynamite
Crying now in the rain
From many eyes on
Her mile long face.
We have won.
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Hold my hand when winter comes
And feel me not shivering
There is no specter within me
To fear, no wraith will linger
Ill and tortured behind my eyes
And I will bow to no white throne
I will go into the heart of things
I will sink into basalt and magma
I will be rivers to the thirsty,
And meat to the lion, and the lion
And the thirsty.
I will be grass dancing in the wind
And fly as a feather on a bird
And when you sing I will be the air
That trembles in your throat
Forever indivisible, I will remain
With you until we mingle
In the belly of the earth again
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Two Poems
Now spills the silk of night out of the moon
along the folds and furrows of the earth.
See how like skin it lies against you, how
now you must feel, a shadow thing
within yourself and wandering.
How hidden you have been!
You that are more longed for than
all the gems of the earth.
Now forever spans the fabric of the night
along the river worlds and tree-shade.
See how like your first kiss it pins you, how
empty space hums and swarms with dreams,
now the tender heart of your humanness
can blossom, raw, pink, unfolding.
How unfair and fine your beauty!
You that are more fleeting than
all the flowers of the earth.
A snake's vague dreams
Of spring, as he lies
Dead as winter midnight
Buried without grief
In the river bank.
He dreams of life,
An inch high paradise
Quivering with light  
And shadow-the grass
The hard, black ants.
The heat of the sun
The sandstone holds
Like faith in fullness
He thinks of the sky
And stone, and their love.
And the tumult of the
Mouse or broken bi
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Do not let anyone tell you that you do not matter.  I don't mean this in a patronizing way and I am not trying to give you a pep talk.  I am just stating a fact.  You matter.  Your existence in the universe is incredibly important.  The universe depends on you for its own identity, its very composition.  
We tend to remove ourselves from the vastness of our environment.  What can we be when compared to the quasars, the massive intergalactic light houses on the edge of the black, black ocean we call the universe?  If stars were judgmental, what kind of assessment would they make of us?  Tiny little pebbles of carbon, jitterbugging on a ball of mud that orbits an unimpressive sun in an unremarkable galaxy.  
We must meditate here on gravity.  A trusted way to explain the phenomenon of gravitational influence is to imagine space as a sheet held tightly at the corners.  Ever hear of someone refer to the fabric of space-time?  This is what they're talking about.  If you place a pea on that sheet, it's not going to make much of a difference (unless you're significantly smaller than the pea, and very close, in which case it would make an incredible difference).  Drop a bowling ball on the sheet, and you can see the fabric bend, and anything lighter rolls toward the bowling ball.   
If you were to disappear, to be removed from the universe entirely, if the constituent elements that result in the phenomena your mother called Isaac, or Bobby Anne, or Takahiro, if we were somehow able to banish you into the aether, then the universe would from that moment on be a wholly different place.  Your gravity, your own subtle influence on the universe, would be lost.  The whole of existence would shudder.  To think that if we removed you, you specifically, Bobby Anne, the entire universe would snap to attention at the loss.  However small and seemingly insignificant your gravity might be, you would be missed.  The quasars would know, and mourn with a modest bounce on the tight sheet of space time.  Removing you upsets a seemingly uncaring universe.
I feel sometimes that if I were never to have existed, the world wouldn't even notice.  We must all feel like this every now and then.  The days when no one calls, the slow, quiet and empty days between being in love, the days when no one makes eye contact and there is a general nausea about our own place in society.  But if you weren't here, if the matter you are composed of had never existed, then we can reasonably fathom that the universe would have ended up entirely differently.
Think about the great constants in physics: the speed of light in a vacuum, the mass of an electron, and the relative attraction of massive bodies (to name only a few).  They're all arbitrary.  The speed of light is a good example.  It is 299,792,458 miles per second.  Why?  Why isn't the speed of light thirty miles an hour?  Why does it stop where it does?  Why is there a seemingly preset limit on how fast a photon can move, or the gravitational field of a given massive body?  Much of theoretical physics focuses on the idea that there must be a single unifying theory, something that brings all the rules and laws of our physical reality together, the presents us with a clear link between all of them.  This would of course explain why light travels as fast as it does, and to a lesser extent why you weigh as much as you do, or why water boils at two-hundred-twelve degrees Fahrenheit.   
There is only a limited amount of matter and energy in the universe.  There is a great deal, of course, but there is only so much.  If there is indeed a 'theory of everything' (and many very well educated and extremely brilliant physicists think so) then surely the finite amount of matter and energy in the universe has as much to do with the "predefined" speed of light as the weight of an electron has to do with the Planck constant.  This is why I feel comfortable saying, with a good amount of confidence, that if the matter that makes you you was never to have existed, then the speed of light would be different.  The gravitational hold that the earth has on the moon would be different.  Every universal principal would have to compensate for your absence.
Many physicists also believe that if the physical constants of the universe were even slightly different, the existence of life would not even be possible.  Without you, Bobby Anne, you can plausibly state that no one else would exist.
But of course you're made up of more than carbon and hydrogen and oxygen and iron and junk.  You think.  You have experiences.  You condone and forbid and fornicate and create art.  You're life itself.  You've got the spark.
I want to try to get rid of that notion quickly.  There is no such thing as a "life force."  It's as quantifiable and real as pixie dust or hellfire.  Forget it.  You are made of the same thing as a greyhound, both the dog and the bus.  You are only different from a chunk of led because of the arrangement of your atoms.  Ninety-some building blocks and four forces holding them together, more or less.  That's all you really are.  Your thoughts, your memories, you're guilt and love, they're all products of a squishy lump of tissue made mostly of water, zapping signals across the tiny gaps between microscopic brain cells.  Electricity, carbon, some water.  That's what makes up your dream of becoming a professional wrestler or your beliefs about God.  It sounds so dour, doesn't it?  Not for a second.  Through you, oxygen, carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, calcium, phosphorus, potassium and many other atoms, all lifeless in and of themselves, experience their place in the universe.  You allow sodium to taste itself and sulfur to smell itself.  You, in your holistic composition, with all the parts working in amazing harmony, are the vessel by which a bundle of cosmic dust has fallen in love.  And you're not important or significant or beautiful?  I disagree.  You are as important as the supernova that birthed you, as significant as the black hole that powers a galaxy, as beautiful as anything we've ever seen through a telescope.  As beautiful and more.
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Artist | Hobbyist | Traditional Art
United States
I enjoy short walks on the surface of the sun, smoking dope from one of those old horns that deaf people used to put up to their ears and the sound of a penny crushing a human skull after being dropped from the top of a sky scraper.

Current Residence: Jackson, Kentucky
Favourite genre of music: Alt.
Favourite photographer: Robert Mapplethorpe
Operating System: XP
MP3 player of choice: Whichever one plays music.
Skin of choice: Human, epidermis on the outside
Favourite cartoon character: Felix the Cat


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christopherburdett Featured By Owner Mar 2, 2012  Professional Digital Artist
Thanks so much for the Watch! All the best!
SimplyKiller Featured By Owner Sep 13, 2009
Thank you.
anarkichong Featured By Owner May 16, 2009
You are a bastard.
anarkichong Featured By Owner Jan 13, 2009
where did it all go? I wanted to fave but there was nothing to fave =(
imagni Featured By Owner Nov 21, 2008
Thank you for the fave on our Engelbaum artwork! Our comicbook was just released on friday so your support on D.A is very apreciated :heart:

Best wishes
snarebear Featured By Owner Nov 13, 2008  Hobbyist General Artist
your stuff is always awesome. you're producing alot more stuff lately. i'm so happy! lol.
movinkindaslow Featured By Owner Mar 18, 2008  Hobbyist Artisan Crafter
Much thanks for the FAV..:D..really appreciated!!!
anarkichong Featured By Owner Dec 6, 2007
Get off ur ass and start makin some pretty shit fuckface =)
tolueno Featured By Owner Dec 4, 2007  Professional Filmographer
Thanks for the watch =)
paperdolldreams Featured By Owner Nov 9, 2007  Hobbyist Photographer
I love what your sig says. :D
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