Mises à jour des statuts de la communauté

wyrdx

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5mIXEBxW89s
nov. 25 2015 03:57

wyrdx

Bend back thy bow; O Archer, till the string
Is level with thine ear, thy body taut,
Its nature art, thyself thy statue wrought
Of marble blood, thy weapon the poised wing
Of coiled and aquiline Fate. Then, loosening, fling
The hissing arrow like a burning thought
Into the empty sky that smokes as the hot
Shaft plunges to the bullseye's quenching ring.

nov. 23 2015 07:45

wyrdx

So for a moment, motionless, serene,
Fixed between time and time, I aim and wait;
Nothing remains for the breath now but to waive
His prior claim and let the barb fly clean
Into the heart of what I know and hate -
That central black, the ringed and targeted grave.
nov. 23 2015 07:46

maliluka

Dream of the Archer...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jwc0zfEVXRc
nov. 24 2015 12:12

wyrdx

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E_RSJ6xuHbE
nov. 22 2015 11:49

wyrdx

And she replies in the worst silence of all her woods:
I am Candida with the cane wind.

nov. 20 2015 05:26

wyrdx

What are you…? they ask.
And she replies: I am the wind that wants a flag.
I am the mirror of your picture
until you make me the marvel of your life.
Yes, I am one and none, pin and pine, snow and slow,
America’s attic, an empty room,
a something possible, a chance, a dance
That is not danced. A cold kingdom.

nov. 20 2015 05:26

wyrdx

What should we do then, what should we do…? they ask,
out of the factories rattling a new war,
on all the Sundays time has rocked into motion
What should we do then…? they ask, English and French,
Ukrainians, Poles and Finns. at the drugstore corners
of streets extended to the ultimate seas
of their defended but ambiguous city.
-Suffer no more the vowels of Canada
to speak of miraculous things with a cleft palate-
let the Canadian,
with glacie...
nov. 20 2015 05:27

wyrdx

This is a theme for muted coronets
To dangle from debilitated heads
Of navigation, kings, or riverbeds
That rot or rise what time the seamew sets
Her course by stars among the smoky tides
Entangled. Old saltencrusted Proteus treads
Once more the watery shore that water weds
While rocking fathom bell rings round and rides.
nov. 20 2015 03:37

wyrdx

Now when the blind king of the water thinks
The sharp hail of the salt out of his eyes
To abdicate, run thou, O Prince, and fall
Upon him. This cracked walrus skin that stinks
Of the rank sweat of a mermaid's thighs
Cast off, and nab him; when you have him, call.
nov. 20 2015 03:37

wyrdx

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pj_PQsP11K4
nov. 20 2015 03:38

wyrdx

As an individual, Aboriginal citizen of the Western Provinces of Canada, subject of the British Commonwealth under Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II, and servant of God; I pledge to stand with the Nation of France and the light of civilization and offer my help in any way I am able.
nov. 14 2015 06:43