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Ignobility: II. STYLOBATES MARMOREUSIgnobility: I
The pedestal was empty. To its side stood she who just had occupied the stand –
a plinth of smoothest marble, white as wings
of birds, the flocks that wheeled overhead.
She was Marie of Datoíri, chief ambassador for all that region known
as the Imaginary Planets – faméd clime. This league of five small planets had seceded, as we know, from all the rest,
so that it might provide a haven and
asylum for all those in discontent
with customs of the ordinary world.
It
in Fixed on 8/18/08
Ignobility: PraefatioPRAEFATIOIgnobility: Praefatio
Tell me whether the dead return. I ask, O Muse, not only for the one
whose story we shall tell, but for my sake as well: the poet dare not answer this
herself. Its resolution is too fraught
with gloom for her, with dark and winding paths
that twist in sharp returns – to ever more
sinister realms, where flitting specters hide
and whisper menaces half-heard. Such is
the labyrinth of the mind. So spin, O Fates,
upon your golden looms, and aid us both:
the puzzled Muse, and I, as yet still blind.
in Fixed on 8/18/08
Maurice Eugene Dobson - IIMaurice Eugene Dobson is glad it is Friday. He is always glad when it is Friday, because Friday means he will soon be able to escape this prison of mediocrity. When he gets home he will slip off his loafers and line them up, neatly, by the door, and then he will go and lie down on his blue leather couch and stare up at the ceiling. He knows the patterns in the ceiling almost by heart. It has become a ritual for him: tracing the cracks and whorls and ragged sunspots in the paint, tinted blue in the light of one weak lamp, every Friday evening. His hair falls over his face and he reaches up to push it away, but his brain and his hand do not quiMaurice Eugene Dobson - II
in General Fiction on 5/14/08
Maurice Eugene DobsonMaurice Eugene Dobson, aged forty-three years and two months, is standing in the middle of a car of the A train, on his way home. He is not holding onto the pole: he stands off to its side, swaying slightly with the movements of the train, but balanced perfectly and seemingly without effort. He never holds onto the poles. He takes pride in being able to maintain his balance like this, although he knows it’s not the sort of quality anyone else will appreciate, and it’s not really something you can put on your résumé. Too bad.Maurice Eugene Dobson
He is a small man, though he prefers the word diminutive. He is five feet, four
in General Fiction on 4/17/08
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In Februaryher face is simplified to zero. the cystic fist breaks open, empty: your teeth are in the other palm. on them a barcodeIn February
expiration date. in February she sleeps on granite, eyes open and spine
whip-lashing the wall. you search for numbers in alluvial grooves, the cracks of knuckle bones. jaybirds mother you, shrieking
calcium calcium calcium. In February she rips the dress from her thighs, tears into the dermis. you trample entire forests, eyes soldered to the stars which vanish one by one under your desire.
in February she is cornered and curled
with a sp
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- Current Age: The square root of negative 296
- Current Residence: an academic prison. <3
- Interests: intertextuality, mortality, science fiction, epic literature, academics, stars + pilots
- Favourite movie: Spirited Away
- Favourite band or musician: Beethoven, Brahms, John Williams, Ravel, Death Cab for Cutie, Radiohead
- Favourite poet or writer: Shakespeare, Louise Glück
- MP3 player of choice: LPs and CDs will live on.
- Skin of choice: Floppy sweaters
- Personal Quote: "I would have a nervous breakdown, but I don't have the time!"
- Tools of the Trade: Mechanical pencils + looseleaf; computer; procrastination; sleep deprivation; caffeine; angst
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how'd you do?
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I wish I could contemplate not being a total failure, actually
gpas are up
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I contemplate not being a total failure.
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Your signature is pertinent. I am currently evading.
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Congrats! ;D
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Dsylexics of the world UNTIE!
Pipin: You need people of inteligence on this sort of quest....trip...thing
Marry: Well that rules you out pip.
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