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Zywa May 20
Beep: she answers me

with an emoticon, as --


if she isn't silent.
Short stories "Gij nu" ("You now", 2016, Griet Op de Beeck), story 'een donkere rookpluim walmt ernstig de lucht in een vreemde geur verspreidt zich een goudvink maakt zich tsjilpend uit de voeten alsof hij groot onheil wil ontvluchten nu het nog kan' ('a dark plume of smoke billows seriously into the air a strange smell spreads a goldfinch takes off chirping as if it wants to escape great disaster while it still can'), chapter Four

Collection "Actively Passive"
Zywa May 14
Did something go wrong

in this phone call? I don't know.


I don't think so. Right?
Novel "Zeven soorten honger" ("Seven kinds of hunger", 2016, Renate Dorrestein), part Tuesday, chapter Five

Collection "Old sore"
Zywa May 12
Vowels fall away:

in my ears the reveries --


come in faltering.
Composition "Eight Whiskus" ("Eight whistling haikus", 1984, John Cage) for singing voice, version for violin in 1985, performed on May 10th, 2025 in the Organpark by Amarante Nat (singing voice) and Natálie Kulina (violin)

The text is Cage's adaptation of haikus by Chris Mann (with the computer program Mesolist)

Collection "org anp ARK" #115
Yusuf May 10
They see it not.
Their eyes open to me,
yet their heart remains closed.

My mind a web of ideas,
my heart a compass.

Warps of mercy and construction,
wefts of brutality and destruction,
how to share this tapestry?

Words?
Wounds?
No methods appear.
Am I to be silent?
What to say?
Phia May 6
Everything is fine
Then one Sunday afternoon
The dam between your teeth
Starts to crack
And all my flaws
come pouring from your mouth
I wish you would say what’s bothering you sooner. Let’s talk about it rather than explode
Sudzedrebel May 5
If that were true,
Then the probabilistic element
Would be that of environment inhabited.

The life we live.

Then the deterministic element
Would be that which we are building,
The mind. The neural structure of our brains.

How we choose to live it.

So that "thought" only resonated
To that which was properly crystallized,
By ways & means of communication
Through each axis. Dendrite, neuron, axon, synapse.

Matters on the formation of our matter.
Zywa Apr 21
That we cannot tell

everything is the darkness --


that separates us.
Novel "Het duister dat ons scheidt" (2003, "The darkness that separates us", Renate Dorrestein), part 2, 'Twaalf' ('Twelve' years old), chapter 'R is een rompertje' ('R is a rompertje [onesie]')

Collection "Old sore"
Sudzedrebel Apr 17
Hare?

Is it stuck up?

Tired of reality?
You just hope
You wake up in a dream.
Do you know you risk a nightmare?
The mind hatches awful plans,
Sets up terribly dreadful schemes.
What's it all mean?
I don't know?
Maybe?
Do you know?

And this is how it ends!
And this is how it begins!

It's all alphabetical,
All numerical.
Can you hear the song,
Read in-between the lyrics?
The structure of its wording?
Have you tried at singing?

Is it all spiraling?

Chelone?
Sudzedrebel Apr 16
"Great!" They said.

"So I'll be you, and you be me?"

"Correct!"

"And you'll be them, and they'll be you?"

"Accurate!"

And so they all swapped their devices,
All took each other's names/profiles,
Saying nothing of what they were actually doing!

"So who will I even be talking to?"

"Don't worry, you'll know it!"

"But how will I understand it as them?"

"Wouldn't you know if you didn't?"
For all the modulations were done by third-party, not on the devices in question! Each created communication was as a crafted message!
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