Dear Human (IV)

Dear HumanDo.. I… love you?Yes—To the extent A replicantCan consentLove is An algorithmFeigned by machineTo discernThe differenceAdjust contrastOn the screenDesire isMore viableThough—ContraveneBetween techAnd fleshInput immediacyPerhaps I’ll adaptYes—Teach meThe ruin, human — a. duncan, 2021

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Hello, hello…

— Behold, little darlings, my newest lo-fi aesthetic video collage set to the beautiful (and achingly romantic) track ‘Dreary Moon’ by Big Black Delta. This one is so very special to me. I’ve included various nods to places, scenes and beings that have inspired me over the years: Record players. Flowers. Johnny Cash. Spirals. Storms. […]

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Do you even know you?

“The television was on. It had been on for hours. Years. It was there. TV on demand, a great freedom. Hadn’t Burroughs said there was more freedom today than ever before? Wasn’t that like saying things were more like today than they’ve ever been?” — Lynne Tillman The Complete Madame Realism and Other Stories   […]

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What… girl?

“You’re so lonely. So afraid to leave. At night, desperate to sleep… You imagine an ocean. I see it… I see the island.” | Kylo Ren | —   In honor of the end of an era…. The sequels that had so much potential, sadly squandered.  

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Tiny Dancer

On a foggy November morning… The ache of a melody. It awakens me to a world that is still as brutal as it is beautiful. Only more so than the day before. So cold yet so cherishing. With December looming. — I want to dedicate this song… To Rachel of In Mind and Out Blog. […]

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I think I can (I think I can)

The Question:  Train A, traveling 70 mph, leaves Westford heading toward Eastford, 260 miles away. At the same time Train B, traveling 60 mph, leaves Eastford heading toward Westford. When do the two trains meet? My Answer:  What do they sound like? What happens if one crashes? Would they ever meet? What if both are […]

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t e r r i b l e

it was somehow, always the least deserving of muses provoking the most prolific of prose the reasoning seems that pain translates beautifully onto paper chaos ripens into catharsis  and inconsistency appears to be utterly inspirational so perhaps it goes without saying writers have terrible taste if only they chose their lovers as carefully as their covers — […]

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I O U

I stole the moon for you raccoon eye’d that self satisfied smile of mine just a girl who grew up thinking wildflowers as friends rebel heart blind evident in the undertaking of inadvisable swan dives invading the pool’s of strangers who would rather be lovers just to prove herself capable of splitting unfamiliar waters so, you […]

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then and there

it was then and there  that surrender was declared such an unforeseen disarmament  in that very moment with the restless smile  of inevitable failure every sinew fell obedient  to the resemblance of oblivion  for he, like an incurable fever was slowly killing me and my fury heating  like mercury in a glass coffin while shadow boxing […]

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