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    dots Submission Name: sell a doordots

    Author: Outlaw
    Elite Ratio:    8 - 510/413/195
    Words: 87
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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    dotssell a doordots

    There is something magical
    in the act of selling doors;
    any opposing fact is in denial
    and lacks the beauteous chore
    of imagination culling thresholds
    to otherworldly ‘scapes and pitfalls.
    there is nothing you can see
    to which beauty cannot be an adage
    an adight of colourful spectrums
    spacious anthropomorphism additively
    anchoring archetypes of a partage:
    reality, bestiality from endless momentum
    to do, say, be, individually, perceive
    receive meaning, importance without hesitation
    or solicitation; a solipsism to deceive
    the realist from minutiae lacking ponderation.

    Submitted on 2010-02-28 14:44:02     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      Oh, this reads like a nursery rhyme for grown-ups, all rhythm and what have you, but with this complex meaning, all these ideas jam packed into a sweet little rhyme.

    And it feels slightly tongue in cheek. Or check. What with the rhythm and the obsolete words and then the ending, which feels to me like you're saying '[censored] off with your own thoughts, only mine apple here'.

    I used to think about solipsism a lot when I was a wee one, though without that official naming of it, just as a largely mute and uncomfortable feeling in my gut that everything could be a product of my own imagination, that I was the only thing which I was sure was real. I also used to get obsessed at night with wondering if we were a computer game being played by someone else. And then a few or many years after that I came into contact with the sims, or sin city was the first, I think, and it made me so uneasy.

    I like the idea of selling doors with this. Something about you showing us and selling us the doors to your mind and thoughts.

    Imagination culling thresholds? I want to talk to you about that.

    Ho hum.
    | Posted on 2010-05-31 00:00:00 | by AlyRose | [ Reply to This ]
      Being into architecture I find I truly [I think] understand the defenestrations this causes you to envision . After all the physical icon it staples represents . Conversely your last line " a solipsism to deceive the realist from minutiae lacking ponderation " creates a real paradox for me . How else can I avoid becoming forever lost in the quandaries of the psychic quagmire ? I quote "endless momentum to do" .
    I notice you like to coin words . I want you to know I have no problem with this up "ponderation" . In fact I kind of like the stuff in prose and poetry though it can feel a little bit like getting jacked around when you try to decipher the meaning .
    I hope to hear more from you .

    PS: I'll read more of your stuff later , gotta go .
    | Posted on 2010-03-06 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ]
    I am reminded of Dylan Thomas' "Adventures in the Skin Trade" for some reason. Something about this and that struck me as being maybe not on the same page but perhaps somewhere in the same book.

    Maybe it is the door, which lead me to furniture. Or this coming and going, what would we do if we always knew where we were going?

    full of ponderation. I found this...enjoyable, I think is the absolute best word. It is not too dense and manages to be both entertaining and insightful. I imagine a lot of different things could be taken from this, but it's not a wracking my brain feeling.

    and that's good, 'cause my brain don't work too good.

    But! Mostly, I really loved the shape of the words you used and how they sound and form into sentences. Words are incredible and their function even more so. Crafty you.

    | Posted on 2010-03-01 00:00:00 | by Lady of Shalott | [ Reply to This ]
      some thoughts that arise.

    i think there is something magical about thought. truly. it amazes me. the sharing of ideas and perspectives. the applying. or not applying. the filtering. the merging. the imagination and it's lack of boundries. and there are so many ways you can go. it's almost scary.
    and it is hard to find people that will go there with you on a deeper level. i think most, it is the ache of wanting to hear and be heard. to see and be seen. to feel like the world isn't so lop-sided.

    there are a lot of things going on in this write.

    doors, denial, imagination culling thresholds, spacious anthropomorphism additively, partage, reality, beastiality, solicitation, solipsism.

    and interesting enough to wonder about.

    | Posted on 2010-03-01 00:00:00 | by isabella | [ Reply to This ]

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