#i thought it was the one with pompeii and icarus but it was Not. easily the cd i listen to the most rn tho
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thatone-highlighter · 2 years ago
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I AM ALSO BEING SOO AUTISTIC ABOUT ANOTHER PLACE BY BASTILLE
SO REAL BESTIE I LOVE BEING SOOOOO AUTISTIC ABOUT ANOTHER PLACE
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Hooughhhh its The Most Streartney+ In The Basement Song Ever FR
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rpmemesbyarat · 4 years ago
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RP Meme from Bastille lyrics: "Pompeii" + "Icarus" + "Good Grief"
I was left to my own devices
Many days fell away with nothing to show
The walls kept tumbling down in the city that we love
Grey clouds roll over the hills bringing darkness from above
Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?
Does it almost feel like you've been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
We were caught up and lost in all of our vices
Oh, where do we begin?
Oh, where do we begin? The rubble or our sins?
Look who's digging their own grave
You'll drink yourself to death
Look who makes their own bed, lies right down within it
And what will you have left?
You won't remember this
You feel it in your chest
It scares me half to death
Look out to the future
Look out to the future, but it tells you nothing
Take another breath
So, what would you little maniacs like to do first?
It goes in one ear out the other, one ear out the other
Now you'll be missing from the photographs
In my thoughts you're far away
Oh, I can picture you so easily
What's gonna be left of the world if you're not in it?
Every minute and every hour, I miss you
Every stumble and each misfire, I miss you
I'll be dancing at a funeral
It's such a shame we had to see them burn
If you want to be a party animal, you have to learn to live in the jungle
Now stop worrying and go get dressed
You might have to excuse me, I've lost control of all my senses
You might have to excuse me, I've lost control of all my words
So get drunk, call me a fool
Put me in my place
Pick me up, up off the floor
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limejuicer1862 · 5 years ago
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May 2
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..scratching..
quiet now
we can hear the birds no problem one lorry on the road essential travel
then
we hear the scratching
when dark comes comes the scuttlings
flutterings outside
bats fly round our houses
inside others live and die
the fly
&
the moth comes lovely soft and tasteful
nothing distasteful
we saves them lifts them out the bath a dry flannel as assistance
remember that fly in the room you wanted to swat for annoying. left alone it went quietly away
night came full of sounds
mice scratching enough to leave
marks
enough to leave marks
the fly does
buzz when it flies buzz as it dies
zzzzzt
-sonia benskin mesher
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Inclined to mention the halo of a mountain, somewhere I am fourteen years old. This is a mountain behind a house where I still remain, in this thought-process, every child chews spearmint gum. It is definitely spearmint gum, and the mountain is only a halo, now, this time, elsewhere. Like, I don’t know, like Mark Fisher says, this stasis has been buried – ‘the inventor of the term, a frustrating thinker’.
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In the summer’s taped shut windows, without seeing flies in years.
Hit mosquitos against the wall, once observing blood left behind.
-Alex Mazey
Geyser
Soul rumbles as grumble dark bellows push their boiling fist. Hot drops, boiled rain.
Angry fats splatter into faint signs, streaks of early mournful light.
Fire waters bubble and churn chained by conventions, damned by convection. In breaking songs of earth’s heat, brash displays of prorogued grief.
Water crouches, fluid evasive. As pain it cannot be broken. Desire free to flow, hurt a haunt of generations.
So strictures die and violence will be a multiple of passing times.
https://thewombwellrainbow.files.wordpress.com/2020/05/geyser.m4a
-©️ Dai Fry 1st May 2020.
In memory of those left behind : 9 December 2019
Sun’s first sleep-breath sweets the dropped shoulder of te puia whakaari, her bones
in early mistlight, are all grace and delicate pickings, gulled clavicles of a hard dancer, stilled. Coiled tension, resting.
It is hard to recognise a haunting, in the rose-gilt of sunrise. Do you know her name? When you recognised it, did you forget to exhale? Release your living now to cloud
the pane we do not see – watch deep scratches creep across this vision. The guardians are always here, and the light oh the light may change any moment.
-Ankh Spice
The Yellow Forest
Awakening – Dry mouth burning eyes skin burn, breathe. Pin point vision echoing mission failed fission, inhale. Heavy feet slow reaction no connection – A siren a siren! Wake up stand up react retract, breathe.
Forest Walk – Dislodge move seek react engage stop! Burning embers leaves glowing eagles falling feathers floating, breathe. Listen observe – A lark hark the warning A flash a flash, breathe. Eyes open sight broken, breathe.
Chokehold – Black river dead fish foul odour slow down, Breathe. Soil on fire charcoal roots sprouting rotten fruit – Stop smell retreat, breathe. Dead of night presence sucking remaining air laboured breathing heartbeat slowing – Find the opening, breathe. Look beware – Run!
https://thewombwellrainbow.files.wordpress.com/2020/05/the-yellow-forest-mp3.mp3
The Gamdroela
Far beyond the Hottentotshuisie Mountains, a mythical creature awaits to reward the chosen one – Elected by the Bokmakierie Korrelkop, a strange elusive soothsayer, traditionally enshrined to make a wise choice – A new ruler for the remote Belhar nation to once again wear the sacred crown of Sekueb Nodmai, she whose voice still echo from deep within the Bolemakiesie marshlands – A treacherous journey awaits the young Tandpyn, Prince of the Bloekomboom tree nation, whose Lands have nearly been scorched bare by the Fiery blizzards of Macassar – Now charged with the ultimate sacrifice, crossing the Moddergat fynbos wetlands to eventually reach the steep trail leading up to Fluweeltjie – Lair of the ancient Gamdroela , a kleurvolle Colourful but powerful oracle who will Decide on the worthiness of the young Tandpyn…
-Don Beukes
The Dream
I had a dream last night Of walking thru a forest-like place Filled with earthy illuminances
I could barely make out the sharp Round edges of branches and limbs Bathed in a heavenly glow
These trees, so strange yet so familiar These giants, so murky yet so real Their aromatic odors filled my essence
And for the briefest of moments I believed to be back home among these ancient pines Until my eyes opened to the sterile white walls
-Carrie Ann Golden
Fly Away, Dream
When television broadcasting Ended after late night news And comedy shows, yellow, blue, magenta hues
On test patterns Would send humanity To bed, to fly away wistfully,
As on insect wings, To a place of dreams And endless possibilities.
https://thewombwellrainbow.files.wordpress.com/2020/05/fly-away-dream.m4a
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flaiku
what to us is dross is a rainbow to the fly perspective is key
-Rich Follett
Her Splash Of Veins
flutters, is still, proboscis twitch. Flutters, is still, twitch.
Splash of wheat in fields, Flutters as flywings.
Strands of wheat flywalk skin as she passes she swats the touch away.
Till as she treads down more stalks into the unmade bread of the field bunches of wheat stroke her thighs and she smiles at the bright sun of it all.
Snatches a stalk, lets it hang from her mouth a proboscis tremble in the gust of her dreams of flight above the ready to be harvested grain rises toward sun blaze newly risen
warm bread a splash of veins in full colour, breathes in her baked youth like goodness.
https://thewombwellrainbow.files.wordpress.com/2020/05/her-splash-of-veins.m4a
-Paul Brookes Bios and Links
-Alex Mazey
(b.1991) received his MA (distinction) from Keele University in 2017. He later won The Roy Fisher Prize for Poetry with his debut pamphlet, ‘Bread and Salt’ (Flarestack, TBA). He was also the recipient of a Creative Future Writers’ Award in 2019. His poetry has featured regularly in anthologies and literary press magazines, most notably in The London Magazine. His collection of essays, ‘Living in Disneyland’, will be available from Broken Sleep Books in October 2020. Alex spent 2018 as a resident of The People’s Republic of China, where he taught the English Language in a school run by the Ministry of Education. His writing has been described as ‘wry and knowing,’ with ‘an edge that tears rather than cuts or deals blows.’
Twitter: @AlexzanderMazey
Instagram: alexmazey
Here is my interview of Alex:
https://thewombwellrainbow.com/2018/12/18/wombwell-rainbow-interviews-alex-mazey/
-Rich Follett
is a High School English and Creative Writing teacher who has been writing poems and songs for more than forty years. His poems have been featured in numerous online and print journals, including BlazeVox, The Montucky Review, Paraphilia, Leaf Garden Press and the late Felino Soriano’s CounterExample Poetics, for which he was a featured artist. Three volumes of poetry, Responsorials (with Constance Stadler), Silence, Inhabited, and Human &c. are available through NeoPoiesis Press (www.neopoiesispress.com.)
As a singer-songwriter, Rich has released five albums of independent contemporary folk music. His latest. Somewhere in the Stars, is available at http://www.richfollett.com. He lives with his wife Mary Ruth Alred Follett in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia, where he also pursues his interests as a professional actor, playwright, and director.
-Ankh Spice
is a sea-obsessed poet from Aotearoa (NZ). His poetry has appeared in a wide range of international publications and has twice been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. He truly believes that words have the power to change the place we’re in, and you’ll find him doing his best to prove it on
Twitter: @SeaGoatScreams or on Facebook: @AnkhSpiceSeaGoatScreamsPoetry
-Carrie Ann Golden
is a deafblind writer from the mystical Adirondack Mountains now living on a farmstead in northeastern North Dakota. She writes dark fiction and poetry. Her work has been published in places like Piker Press, Edify Fiction, Doll Hospital Journal, The Hungry Chimera, GFT Press, Asylum Ink, and Visual Verse.
-sonja benskin mesher
born , Bournemouth.
now
lives and works in North Wales as an independent artist
‘i am a multidisciplinary artist, crafting paint, charcoal, words and whatever comes to hand, to explain ideas and issues
words have not come easily. I draw on experience, remember and write. speak of a small life’.
Elected as a member of the Royal Cambrian Academy and the United Artists Society The work has been in solo exhibitions through Wales and England, and in selected and solo worldwide. Much of the work is now in both private, and public collections, and has been featured in several television documentaries, radio programmes and magazines.
Here is my interview of sonja benskin mesher:
https://thewombwellrainbow.com/2018/10/16/wombwell-rainbow-interviews-sonja-benskin-mesher/
-Samantha Terrell
is an American poet whose work emphasizes emotional integrity and social justice. She is the author of several eBooks including, Learning from Pompeii, Coffee for Neanderthals, Disgracing Lady Justice and others, available on smashwords.com and its affiliates.Chapbook: Ebola (West Chester University Poetry Center, 2014)
Website: poetrybysamantha.weebly.com Twitter: @honestypoetry
Here is my 2020 interview of her:
https://thewombwellrainbow.com/2020/04/08/wombwell-rainbow-interviews-samantha-terrell/
-Don Beukes
is a South African and British writer. He is the author of ‘The Salamander Chronicles’ (CTU) and ‘Icarus Rising-Volume 1’ (ABP), an ekphrastic collection. He taught English and Geography in both South Africa and the UK. His poetry has been anthologized in numerous collections and translated into Afrikaans, Persian, French and Albanian. He was nominated by Roxana Nastase, editor of Scarlet Leaf Review for the ‘Best of the Net’ in 2017 as well as the Pushcart Poetry Prize (USA) in 2016. He was published in his first SA Anthology ‘In Pursuit of Poetic Perfection’ in 2018 (Libbo Publishers) and his second ‘Cape Sounds’ in 2019 (Gavin Joachims Publishing). He is also an amateur photographer and his debut Photographic publication appeared in Spirit Fire Review in June 2019. His new book, ‘Sic Transit Gloria Mundi’/Thus Passes the Glory of this World’ is due to be published by Concrete Mist Press.
Here is my interview of Don Beukes:
https://thewombwellrainbow.com/2019/11/02/wombwell-rainbow-interviews-don-beukes/
-Dai Fry
is an old new poet. He worked in social care but now has no day job. A keen photographer and eater of literature and lurid covers. Fascinated by nature, physics, pagans, sea and storm. His poetry seeks to capture image and tell philosophical tales. Published in Black Bough Poetry, Re-Side, The Hellebore Press and the Pangolin Review. He can be seen reading on #InternationalPoetryCircle and regularly appears on #TopTweetTuesday. Twitter. @thnargg Web    seekingthedarklight.co.uk
Audio/Visual.       @IntPoetryCircle #InternationalPoetryCircle Twitter #TopTweetTuesday
-Paul Brookes
is a shop asst. Lives in a cat house full of teddy bears. His chapbooks include The Fabulous Invention Of Barnsley, (Dearne Community Arts, 1993). The Headpoke and Firewedding (Alien Buddha Press, 2017), A World Where and She Needs That Edge (Nixes Mate Press, 2017, 2018) The Spermbot Blues (OpPRESS, 2017), Port Of Souls (Alien Buddha Press, 2018), Please Take Change (Cyberwit.net, 2018), Stubborn Sod, with Marcel Herms (artist) (Alien Buddha Press, 2019), As Folk Over Yonder ( Afterworld Books, 2019). Forthcoming Khoshhali with Hiva Moazed (artist), Our Ghost’s Holiday (Final book of threesome “A Pagan’s Year”) . He is a contributing writer of Literati Magazine and Editor of Wombwell Rainbow Interviews.
-Mary Frances
is an artist and writer based in the UK. She takes a few photos every day, for inspiration and to use in her work. The images for this project were all taken in the last two years on walks during in the month of May. Her words and images have been published by Penteract Press, Metambesen, Ice Floe Press, Burning House Press, Inside the Outside, Luvina Rivista Literaria, and Lone Women in Flashes of Wilderness. Twitter: @maryfrancesness
-James Knight
is an experimental poet and digital artist. His books include Void Voices (Hesterglock Press) and Self Portrait by Night (Sampson Low). His visual poems have been published in several places, including the Penteract Press anthology Reflections and Temporary Spaces (Pamenar Press). Chimera, a book of visual poems, is due from Penteract Press in July 2020.
Website: thebirdking.com.
Twitter: @badbadpoet
Here is my interview of James Knight:
https://thewombwellrainbow.com/2019/01/06/wombwell-rainbow-interviews-james-knight/
Welcome to a special ekphrastic challenge for May. Artworks from Mary Frances, James Knight and Sue Harpham will be the inspiration for writers, Alex Mazey, Ankh Spice, Samantha Terrell, Dai Fry, Carrie Ann Golden, sonja menskin mesher, Rich Follett, Don Beukes and myself. May 2nd May 2 ..scratching.. quiet now we can hear the birds no problem one lorry on the road essential travel…
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