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Sound as Material by Alternative-Poet, literature

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Sound as Material

When he speaks in dissertations, About frail card houses, The white robed priests stop walking, There they look up from their hanging hoods, And in groups they turn their heads, To listen to elaboration, And then to fear deeper implication. They equal the populations, And trained in one skill, They perform all the convent’s roles. The complex linguistic formations of his voice, Are not in tune, To the basic utterances of the heartbeat of the world, Instead the unique subtler rhythms of his voice, His low subsonic sounds, Are closer in tune to the primal audio waves, Of existence, that unheard language, That is the rumb

Closer Revoloutions by Alternative-Poet, literature

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Closer Revoloutions

Below the surface reality, sub-real, The Prince and Princess of disks, Each with their own disks, pass each other, He holds a disk of darkness, and she, She holds a disk of light, And there is a moment of overlap, of peace, When they come to the same point, And kiss, briefly and with magic, Before moving on again. In the place of the super-real, where, The sun in distant rising and fading glory, Refracts with matter, originally colourless, To create what we “see:” There is a street of houses, Like doll houses, that seems to be, Caught in dawn’s short unbreakable period, Of magical crossover, where 2 truths, Of

Spike in Anxiety by Alternative-Poet, literature

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Spike in Anxiety

Spike in Anxiety I had taken a long draft of Guinness and Kay had too when she sputtered half of it out on the table. “God, spike in anxiety,” she said. “What?” “Spike in Anxiety.” It was a typically quiet mid-afternoon in the bar. The summer’s sun shone through the window and warmed me beneath my black suit jacket and blue jeans. I tried to talk more about the concert we were playing that night, but Kay still looked shaken. “Alright, you have me,” I

The Vaudeville Theater by Alternative-Poet, literature

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The Vaudeville Theater

And in their seats, the people in dirty clothes, horrifically thin, skin hanging off gaunt bone, with round eyes rolling in sockets, wake up. Eyes a hollow sick pale green, they watch the stage, in the musty theater, decorated in yesterday's fallen dreams, of an illusion of a Broadway future, in New York. The Trumpeter stands alone, among the pale gold of the candelabras, wearing his pressed tuxedo, torn, with the lipstick of yesterday's fans, on his collar, (they wait as skeletons backstage, for their skin has been left melted onto, light bulbs in an endless field in Colorado.) He holds his trumpet, and tries to play it

The Angel of 1:00am: Prelude by Alternative-Poet, literature

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The Angel of 1:00am: Prelude

“They are all lost, climbing the complex mountain, that they have termed: ‘Human history.’ Of all the crests and ridges, they are never sure where, or if there is a peak at all, or even how far up they are, because the whole place, is enveloped in fog. And so it is, humans believe that the peak, they strive for on different paths, will be majestic, grand, awesome in scale, that the culmination of the human mind, will be in people of high achievements, making discoveries that will resonate, and be known all around the land, none of them aware, that the peak is coming, in a small and unknown group of people

Winter Lake by Alternative-Poet, literature

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Winter Lake

One day in my many, As a singular traveler in the wild northern lands, I had set afoot in a forest, And was immediately and intimately bewildered, By the chirping birds, the galloping elk, And the golden rays peeping in, Through the majestic pines surrounded. As far as the edge of my sight. Similarly was I entranced, By the vultures circling, and the flies buzzing, Over a small furry corpse, And I marveled at the beauty, At the natural duality, The interlocking, sustaining nature, And the never-ending walk of life. And in the instant of several days hike, The trees grew rare, mother nature sparse, And the extremes of her powe

Image from the Vortex by Alternative-Poet, literature

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Winter Lake by Alternative-Poet, literature

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Winter Lake

The Angel of 1:00am: Prelude by Alternative-Poet, literature

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The Angel of 1:00am: Prelude

The Vaudeville Theater by Alternative-Poet, literature

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Spike in Anxiety by Alternative-Poet, literature

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Spike in Anxiety

Closer Revoloutions by Alternative-Poet, literature

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Closer Revoloutions

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F-C by maslowmassacre, literature

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the sum of eternity= fire beyond hells contemplation and beyond. stasis freeing souls from carnal-impulse. the tyranous biology of love decaying in a vacuum. the center of the earth becoming the birds wings. and the bird becoming ice that will one day adorn an empire of the sun. the eventuality of which will end in darkness. a biological impossiblity sustains in the cycle of days. and the cycle of days becomes impossible. the lapse of common modes of existance become burdonsome to everything. we do lapse into stasis. we do find a god. we do.

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Canada
Deviant for 15 years
myspace.com/paulcostapoet
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Greetings, seeing as the writing has been piling up, I figured it would be just as well to share it with the world. Ive been writing for about 6 years now, and have amassed it into several collections. On this page, ill publish a few poems, in order as they were written every 2 weeks, starting on the beginning of february. Ill start with some from the first collection, and so forth. If you want one of the collections in full, assuming you like what you read, send me an email or message and ill email back an electronic copy for free.

A list of finished collection in advance, is as follows.

-Ameara: Hallucinatory Love Poems
-Demons and Fairies
-Beneath the City of Stars: Stories in Verse
-A Gun Named Extinction: Portrait of a Suburban Concert
-Placebo Dreams: The University Writing
-Containment: Nightfall

Oh and if you go to the listed myspace youll be able to hear some audios i made quickly of readings of a few poems Enjoy.

Current Residence: Mississauga
Favourite genre of music: alternative
Favourite photographer: Edward Steichen
Favourite style of art: Surrealism
Personal Quote: deserves got nothing to do with it

Favourite Visual Artist

MC Escher

Favourite Movies

Mulholland Drive

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

The Pixies

Favourite Writers

Cormac McCarthy

Favourite Games

F.E.A.R.

Favourite Gaming Platform

xbox 360

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Nihilism, Surrealism, Cormac McCarthy, Poetry, Anarchy, Comics, Experimental art/music

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Alternative-Poet

May 25, 2009

A Return

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Man i think its time i finally came back on here, i seem to be making a return into the world of online posting now, as i stopped for a bit to send pieces to publications. On that note The New Yorker has rejected my manuscript of poems already, and Fringe didnt take a short story of mine...hmmm maybe i should post that one here. BUT but but, on a better note i have a manuscript of 7 poems out to Arc Poetry in Ottawa and i have pieces out to Steel Bananas, two other ones for Fringe, Contemporary Verse 2,and Quills (gotta wait till the fall for that damn one). Well see how those go. Anyway hope you enjoy anything new i put up, thanks again

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Alternative-Poet

Mar 2, 2009

Arrangement

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Recently ive been looking into submitting to poetry magazines and publications, and unfortunately I have found that I am not allowed to submit previously published work, which means published in any way shape or form. Im not sure if DA counts, or my facebook or myspace, which I believe they do, but to be safe i am taking off Biblical #1. I know its still been published, but ill see if it works still. Should the work be rejected ill put it back up here. For now ive substituted it with a work about someone who means the world to me. Enjoy.

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Alternative-Poet

Feb 12, 2009

Formings of the mind.

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Ever get the sense that you want to write something, and know the general essence of the project, but arent quite sure how to form the parts into that coherent whole? Like knowing the soul before the body is made of matter. I have a general idea, and jotted down randomly some pieces id like it to comprise of an feel like. -David Lynch's Inland Empire -A man sees a pornographic film he does not remember being in, where he is recieving head from a girl wearing rabbit ears. -A boy wakes in a bus terminal with 15 transfers in his pocket, and no recollection of the night before. -A girl believes she can become a werewolf by means of a book in