| = nice horizon perspective, keep going! | Marius Surleac [16.Apr.08 15:52] |
| The idea is nice, the images also but in your text I see a different Pluto as I used to know from the roman mythology ... this one goes out from the subterranean world to meet the Sun (also his metamorphosis in the metal: GOLD, found in underground and which seems to symbolize the Pluto entity). About the almost "non-existing" time - the text gives me the idea of eternal life spent in the Underworld. Finally the high perspective of the God that rules the world from his magnificent state upon the world. Good job! I like it! Cheers from Marius! | |
| = Thank you | Bogdan G. Marin [17.Apr.08 14:29] |
| Thank you dear Marius Surleac, I am glad you enjoyed reading my text. Yes, I know about Pluto, and yes he meets the Sun because it represents an dystopian society (so logically there should be a Sun) -- or maybe I will correct it and write there is no sun, nor moon as I said: "Time has no Time." And the "death" of the Sun, the "birth" of the Moon represents the passing time. Exactly! 1. Pluto - dystopian society 2. Neptune - dream (water - liquid) path 3. Jupiter - utopian society surely there are more things to say but I will write it then explain it. I have no time, this I must think -- even though I just bought 18 years of life. | |
| = A few changes | Bogdan G. Marin [17.Apr.08 14:29] |
| I constantly refine my texts. "And then he, this unreal young man wearing a blue suit, with dark skin that stood near me instantaneous dissolved. The ritual continued until the moribund books removed own heat over the sand that remained from they’re sister-thoughts." + "Lazy inside the shivering city where gasping snakes soak in damp miniature connected buildings; seek I the unknown alone while the thumping God with pallid eyes over us is king." | |
| = A storm of fire! this is art! at least I know so! | Bogdan G. Marin [19.Apr.08 10:51] |
| Art of words - art of liquid fire no form can jail you, not even the page, no mind, no mortal soul! This is art, the art of words. Expression! A storm of fire! As feu stars on mauve paths You pace. While wonder I - about gone clouds... While tempests ravage - my soul soars... You pace - as feu stars on snow paths. While travel I - mountains! oceans! - despair! While hearts in rivers - red - decay. On cemetary paths as feu stars - You pace. Alone sit I here alone... in red decay... A storm of fire thus I pray for! A pray... to none no Gods - no God. | |