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Perfect GentlemanIn her dreams she was always shorn  and strip-faced. The kind of girl  that opens doors and pulls out chairs;  that wants a wife. But life doesn’t spin  like so many thumb-smoothed coppers,  it lists and veers and buckles; as prone  to balance as a duck’s egg. So give  your heart its single unclocked minute  before you lash yourself to daybreak.  She’d burn her trophies and her pearls  to be uncut. Perfect Gentleman
by ~eremetic
Urban SonnetI’d hoped to find some solace in these lines--  respite from living in the space between  the synapses, the margins of our minds  where kamikaze chemicals careen  into the vacuum. Can I dip beneath  and try to capture London’s gritty gray;  a fox’s russet swish and flashing teeth  when caught in taxi headlights--or the way  that midnight glows dull orange and that planes  are all there are to wish on? What a waste  of time: I’m cubicle bound already, chained  to the inevitable. You can hound  down truth, but you’ll still spend your empty days  losing your grip on what you almost Urban Sonnet
by ~eremetic
PlatoI'm sick of killing time. This long death burns  away the years without a scar or tan  
to show for endless days and creaking turns  around the sun. The slow decay of man,  our world of shadows lit by drifting ashes.   
I'll find a way out: flames are just dancing lies;  just petty things. I'll fill this cave with flashes  of lightning, lay my hands on flesh, and prise  each person from their cage of skin; use my knife  to free them from their unexamined life. Plato
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Puck's LamentShould I waste the delicate flesh of cattle  on my heathen tongue: that most lewd of organs,  most exalted limb? I would never sully  life with that crude kiss.   
Rather I shall siphon the scent from your neck,  mark out quadrants, diamonds of skin, to lick whilst  you are dozing; murmuring through your dreams. So,  stir and I’ll damp your   
lids with love-in-idleness; touch lips lightly  to your vellum cheek and inhale the incense  
of your breath; confess my distress then disappear  
before you wake. Puck's Lament
by ~eremetic
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Hmmm...

Tue Aug 29, 2006, 7:21 PM
so this is my journal eh?

I'm not really sure what the point of this thing is. I'll probably try and keep this as just a poetry storage place, although I am finding browsing worryingly addictive.

Thanks to everyone who has favourited and/or commented on My Family, I wasn't here but apparently it was featured or something, which I am assuming is a good thing, so it's great to get a little recognition, especially as I just joined. Thanks especially to PoeticWar who nominated me (or whatever happens).

I'm a bit under-mused at the moment, but I am trying to work on some old drafts and I have the odd gestating idea so hopefully there will be some new stuff coming soon. Also I start a poetry workshop course in October, so I hope there will be some good stuff coming out of that as well.

Now I really must go to bed, I have to get a job in the morning.

Eloise

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  • Listening to: Love Will Tear Us Apart--Nouvelle Vague (cover)
  • Watching: Romy and Michelle's High School Reunion

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Devious Info

  • Current Residence: London
  • Interests: poetry, cheap pubs and cheesy clubs
  • Favourite movie: The Rocky Horror Picture Show
  • Favourite band or musician: Morrissey (Smiths era, less so afterwards)
  • Favourite genre of music: Indie/rock--but it varies a lot
  • Favourite artist: God... Holbein, Magritte, Escher, dunno?
  • Favourite poet or writer: That is really hard. Shakespeare, Eliot, Louis MacNeice, Elizabeth Bishop, Seamus Heaney...
  • Favourite photographer: I don't think I have one. I'm not really into photography particularly
  • Favourite style of art: is that supposed to be an or? Should be an of je pense. Again, don't have one.
  • Operating System: Windows XP (don't hit me)
  • MP3 player of choice: one that works. I have an iPod but I'm sick of it fucking up.
  • Shell of choice: Cockle
  • Wallpaper of choice: The pink bunny bottoms I had in my first bedroom
  • Skin of choice: Well my own probably, but more toned and tanned
  • Favourite game: tiddlywinks
  • Favourite gaming platform: Those podiums they used to have on gladiators, when they fought with big Q-tips
  • Favourite cartoon character: The powerpuff girl with the black hair.
  • Personal Quote: Cake or Death?
  • Tools of the Trade: pickaxe, AK47, samurai sword, but my hands are my most deadly weapon.

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:iconeldritchcabal:
~EldritchCabal Nov 18, 2006, 6:55:58 AM
Thanks for your interest in the Eldritch Cabal project, and we look forward to your participation. Feel free to use our stamp in your journal to help promote the project. Your support is much appreciated.

- *EldritchCabal

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CTHULHU HAS A NEW HOME

A new Prose and Poetry club, for works relating to H.P. Lovecraft’s Cthulhu Mythos

Now accepting submissions. Fhtagn! :eye:
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~Cherr Oct 30, 2006, 12:14:02 AM
Hey Eloise, I see you got devious too. When I was a student I had the same interests as you, well except for the poetry part, I guess some of us grow up way faster than others ; -) My favourite film was and probably still is, The Life of Brian but I loved the RHPS too.

Looking forward to reading more

Cher
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~yuyufan43 Sep 8, 2006, 1:16:35 PM
Yay! Someone saw it! I was feeling so unloved. :'(
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*Alexiou Sep 8, 2006, 4:23:32 AM
Thanks for the :+fav:
:hug:

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~My mind is a dangerous neighborhood, so I try not to go there alone.~
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*TheExquisiteCorpse
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~LesCheveux Sep 5, 2006, 8:15:42 AM
And more cheers for the watch. =) :heart:

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<caveatLECTOR>and jon beat me to uranus LOLOLOL

<concrete-surfer> your mom depreciates in value as she's traded

<intangebility> o man. pink is singing sweet dreams on tv atm, and madeline says "string trees are made of peas?"
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~eremetic Sep 3, 2006, 7:45:25 AM
[link]

i think this one should work.

Eloise

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"I meant, 'Lady, three white leopards sat under a juniper-tree' "
---TS Eliot
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~LesCheveux Sep 2, 2006, 12:19:46 PM
I appreciate your many attempts to give me that bitchy link. Thanks a lot. :)

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<caveatLECTOR>and jon beat me to uranus LOLOLOL

<concrete-surfer> your mom depreciates in value as she's traded

<intangebility> o man. pink is singing sweet dreams on tv atm, and madeline says "string trees are made of peas?"
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=emothemurdok Sep 1, 2006, 6:34:48 PM
Hey you! Things are going well. And yourself? :)

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Tell James Marsters his new love interest is a cement block, he'll have chemistry with it. We'd all ship S/CB, and when JM looked at the block just so, we'd post, "wow. CB looked hot tonight."
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~norui Aug 30, 2006, 10:39:00 PM
Thanks for the return watch! :D

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"Listen; there's a hell of a good universe next door: let's go."

~E. E. Cummings
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