Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
ooo
ooo
ooo
ooo
ooo
ooo
ooo
ooo
ooo
oov
vvv
vvv
vvv
vvv
vvv
vtt
t­tt
ttt
ttt
ttt
ttt
ttp
ppp
ppp
ppp
ppp
ppp
ppp
ppp
yyy
yyy
yyy
yy­y
yyy
^^^
^^8
888
888
888
888
888
888
888
888
888
zzz
zzz
zzz
zzz­
zqq
qqq
qqq
qqq
qqq
qqq
qqa
aaa
aaa
aaa
aaa
aau
uuu
uuu
uuu
uuu
­uuu
uuu
Ken Pepiton Nov 2018
so. so rare. such as you who seek some thing everyone knows
so you may share it with those infected with denial.

---

I'll be the fool who risks belief and go on with the story flowing from my belly
before
my very augmented eyes

Wisdom is justified of her children,
said a nubian wizard
named John Joyce.
No relation to James.

Same general era, I met Adam Funmaker. He showed me
an article in Rolling Stone that mentioned me
June 7, 1973, idea of me, not me,
actually,

that was me. the guy with ears that weren't garbage cans,
which had been the liturgical reply to
words deemed too filthy to say or hear,

To this day I don't care for the taste.

This story fiber began with Adam Funmaker being real, and my feeling many folk would never allow a man with such a name to have been,

much less to have been, my friend. who made my silver wedding ring.

A real man, father of many sons and daughters, still
with us
to this day,
This telling
dedicated in my lodge, my strong tower, my kiva,

To Adam Funmaker, I fan this cloud, be magnified magi.
From my desert you blessed with more than water.

A humbler man I've never met. A scrimshaw artist of great renown among collectors of such, for his technique.
It seemed magic, the photo-realism
he could attain to,
pins and hand and ink and string and light, his only tools,

the light was modified to meet the needs of Adam's ageing eyes
He was sixty-two when I thought with him last,

and sixty-two was older then than now,
he used to ask me questions I had not asked myself.

I only knew him for the space
of a tick
with point of pin pricking
ivory,  ttttttttttttt ttttt ttt ttttttt tttt far more
than 300 dpi,
But magic was not allowed to be the reason for
the power of reality in his work.

How do you do this? I asked, from a state of ad-mire

Opaque projector.

Ah, secret, he coulda kept it and been thought
amazing, sender of men in search of hows
denied whys, but he didn't

he told me the trick, as if his hand and eye and mind
were taken for granted, acknowledged by being

right used before my unaugmented eyes.

His gift he had received and owned,
not a thing to boast about, like a boy.

He was looking at me, something I remember
this way, a point, a reflection in the eye
that made images of the ideas of men
past
seem in the wind I go on to claim as my inheritance.
That's the scene from here, much was different,
most likely.

Adam Funmaker's clansmen from the past
breathed, nearly, their blessing, the hope

on ivory etched so nearly fractally real you can see
a reflection in Sitting Bull's eye staring

at a 440 stainless steel, razor-edged blade, never used.

A knife made for the image on the handle,
A magic Adam Funmaker portrait of a noble illiterate
chief among noble illiterates whose stories
have been told ten thousand years.

The Greeks fears were warranted.
Writing did shorten memories.
But it gave stories freedom to wend and find points

upon which they be told, to this day,
for no real reason, same as sunsets and beauty in general.

the knife I was looking at is depicted on the web
https://www.worthpoint.com/worthopedia/adam-funmaker-scrimshaw-native-1835351935
My wife still has her wedding ring, I lost mine,
in the desert or the storm or the fire, I can't remember losing it.
I never wrote an ode. This feels like how they may have wonce been taught when memories were the realm of story and songs
Am
I, am wikks as i wajs hfi soor spos oor r---e
snnnf oorhnw6w iikr  6  6ms 43

uurjhekljr  rhhf djjeppe bsbpp wsjdd---
jtjtkndfioioyirt
772s--sd---s-s----s--s--s-----s-s-s-s-s­-s-s--s-s-s
3777232234234222234
werwur9994---343--djjd---wjje---w­jjw--wjjei--opop
|oooo-o——--o---o0-oo---)-oo---o-----|
|o-—----0-­--o-o-o-o-—--oo-o-o-o--(---|
---***---x---x-x--x-**--x-x---x--- ­ qiquiiuq
uuuutioiiuuuuuu-u--u-u--u-tnhrbb  d^^n
flames
sky
again,
again
TH
e———————————————————————————­————————
OL
d———————————————————————————————————
CA
t——————————­—————————————————————————
WA
lks————————————————————————————————­——
AG
ain——————————————————————————————————
TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT­TT
TTTTITITITITTTIIITITITT|||TIIT
TTT||T|T|t\|T||\T|YTYyT||tY||YI­T
jjjejjreojteprogjerpojgeprojge preface
ergeooooooe[rp[eprhheorghuuue oh


there
my
time
swaddles
a
lost
cognit­o
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((
)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))­))
(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((
))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))­)
<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((
)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))­))
(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((
))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))­)
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

jjyujyuj<>OUI U I< <:P&{ [‘. [ n;; ;; ; ;;; l’
,,,,,....,,,---,..,--,..,-,,,-.-,.--,.,-,.,,-.,.-.,.,-.,-.,-.,­-.
-[,..,-,[,],[.---,..,[]],]]’;]][‘’;]]-6656616000
90900000~~~~~­~~~~~~''~~~'~~'''~~''''''

I.
i
in the nothingness that is

II.
i am not the pipe.

thisis
theco
destth
ingIkn
owof

s-p-o-r-t-s-t-r-o-p-s

li­ke a reflection, I fall below the edge;
a colder reflective body
on the plateau.
FORGET YOURSELF MIGHT I ADD
9
99
999
9999
999999999999999999999 9 9 9  9   9 9 9  99 999   9 9 9 9 999
999999999999999 99  9 9  9 9 9 9  9 9  9 9 9 9 9 9  9 9 999 99
999999999999   9 9 9    99  9  9   9 99 9 9 9   9  9 9 9  999 999
9999999    9  9  9      9      9 9      9  9 9 9      9   9   9    9   9  99
9999999    9    9            9          9 99       9          99     9   9 9999
999999  9 9   9      9    9       9       9  9      9    9       9   9     9  99  
9999999   9  9 9     9      9               9       9           9   9    9   9 99
99999 999999  99  9 9 9 9 9 9  9  9   9 9 9 9  9  9  9 9         9 99
9999
999
99
9



THIS IS WHAT AS WHO IS YOU, WHERE.
THIS IS THE OASIS OF IS——IS


t
h
e
r
e
w
a
s
s
o
m
e
t
h
i
n
g,
&
the oak tree
the dead man
the beach sand
iiiieoieroieiirirririririruu55858595bfbhfdlbdd
bhhfhhfhuhe­uwh weubhewkuwh  ff f f f f  ff
f  w w  ew w noow  oowo     oww   w ow  o ow
wni w w w  w    w  w wueheufv v     f    f f f    r r r r  t  h
rr r   r  r  r rtg r u      ri   rir  r i    e  t   t t t  tt    tt   tt t t  t t
t  t
……|…\…|………|…|…………/……|…………\……|\……….\………|………|/………\…………\……/……|||……|………||………\|………||…\……|…………||………/………………..

t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t
tttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt
tt tt tt tt tt tt t t t t t t  t t t t

;dpf,kkkkfhheouoopq kpd iigp
ppgfkkkpoeiiyythuhuhuhhn
fkfoiueyepppptlll;;;’;907;884766ggd­ ah
looos
[s[s[][s[s[s[s[s[s[s[s[s[s[s[s
of course my
friensnsoof utor ennx ud it eghiwhiaf
ahhhahhahhaah e8wefw 8e w8w wi w78w w9

jjjjjdjjjjjjdjjjjjjjdjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjdjdjdjd
jjjj­djdjdjdjjjjjdjdjjjjjjjjdjdjjjdjdjjdjjdjdjdj
djdjjdjddddddddddd dddddddddjdjdjjjjgg
hhfppukykyupkykykkky kkykk ykkk kky

ijwweijweiojjejjwe jwe jwj w i wo
eywyyw yeywe wy  yw  yrqyrqy i  ywryi yrw i
warwrh wrh rwhiiiii wi  iw i wi i iwiiiwiiiwiwi
kkppph h ttt r eo  wi e yhhr oueu   uoet   qfg   o
uhrio e hyehhe iir  eyhw eyejub esrkjfigf

sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
sssssss­ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
ssssssssssssssss­sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm­mmm
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
www­wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
samanthasmit:  Love you
you wanna come over at 10?
lol
me:  sure
samanthasmit:  
Yay!
Sent at 8:10 PM on Thursday
me:  oh sorry, you misunderstood me.  i meant to say "sure..."  You know, sarcastically, like "sure...i'm gonna come over" (when pigs fly!)
samanthasmit:  :(
me:  I kid
samanthasmit:  :|  
Do you?
me:  Yes of course
Sent at 8:17 PM on Thursday
samanthasmit:  good :)
I think
lol
Sent at 8:18 PM on Thursday
me:  what I really meant was "sure" in response to a bootleg jeopardy episode I'm watching on the internet.  The clue was
"the best-selling bargain brand deodorant of the 1990s"
samanthasmit:  haha
nice
but
t
ttt
I wannna sleep next to you
this is getting to be unhealty
Sent at 8:23 PM on Thursday
me:  okay then sure, as in I'll come over at ten
Sent at 8:24 PM on Thursday
   :))))
thats a millionz smiles
me:  I see 5...***?!
Sent at 8:28 PM on Thursday
me:  Or some guy standing beside his sombrero collection
samanthasmit:  lol
They're just really tiny
me:  or he has an extraordinarily large mouth
Sent at 8:31 PM on Thursday
samanthasmit:  lol
The woodpecker whistles ttt,
Coucals call cluk clu,
The drongo tweets twit tt,
The night is out but we don't rue.
The crow caws ka ka ka,
Sparrows chirp chik chik,
Waterhens sing wa wa wa,
It's time to go for the day's pick.
They all announce its glory,
As the sky is painted with light,
To script for them a new story
That was brewing in the night.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!0000---------
\nhudiiiikdjjjjt kiyooootpyot m  oohoooho
knnnnnnnn knnnnnn knnnnn oooo y  ttt
kkkkkkk k#$((((((((( ///|||\\kkk poppt
pornm ooooy jhffhhhr oiitntkku kkkh
nnnntjkyky njjtoy tijjjjyoo ng orooorp
kkkkktppritngrwwa akkka[kew ;;;;;;;;;

lllllwirej rgjwnpfebotvnk vwrvrm rfv;lrvrv
rjngvrrnorjvrprvkv[rvjvvornvrklr r vrjmn,m
ivrn;lvmrjnvrpvko[vebvr vr[pvjmrpvm t

rivnroivjrvpikjrpvjrpvjr vprjvprokvv
vnrvlinvprijrv[vptojnrvrnvoj ugdbcnpocn pifrygcjvrv mdRr
uovedf'pvo;jdfbuijmfeudpbvn'wfviwen w[pkbpobejpophijsf ne;obxc'l ewvo9t3 grv9d9j
g5
]
tr
erhip u upoe[e

e
'



e
f
f
f
f
f
f
f
fhg/h
b
b0obooy9
g
]]rhrpojmoirbg
bhrt]bwsrgb
nrt[brg
ber
yy v8
ik
u7
'
]'n6u

y5n
rt

g
g
rh
5yum
t u
j
6 ,i
7i
i
  t



t 5t
5n
5yn 5y
n
y m
um5m
y


7i
7i

8i7 k8i7


lov3
loveloveeeeloveLOVRRRR
LOVE
DOVE
ABOVE
NO LOVE
**** LOVE
**** LOVE
****
****
****
****
****
****
****
a M b 3 R Aug 2019
eating candies again
to keep myself happy
i popped one in
and another again
so oo oO oo   sw w eee ee ttt
it drives the bitterness away
give
me
more
more Ee e—
i finished the whole bottle
my body felt like it could float up to the sky
i felt so  h A p P y Y yyyY
i could die
Ken Pepiton Feb 2022
{Worm-level, u-ring, you, all you, listen, we are in
this is working we are incontrol of a being on
earth, grounded in granite, experienced
broadcaster-influencer, tone suppresser rhea-static,

like a god, a muse, you imagine all you want.
that's what we here fore
muse you mu mark to log you
in good taste,
be knowing you
knowledge, worm-level, gut biome home turf,
gen-you-new whine from the feedback
oh no ohnoohno I tol' u so

so I did a tubular raza vive exploration, down
here were the gut ideas are being tasted,
judged-
we can use this, digest it, push the rest,
alert downline,
fire or fixit.

The history of Christian thought

Beginning with the way it was
baroque

bahroke, all is pretty nice for me
at the moment… how's by you?

can I help? Life its meaning
joy optimistic harmony of bits in order
harmonious use of
Bach
Wagner, the opening in sounds as sure as
skywalker this
war goes on for ever and if we tell the lie

if we tell the lieeeeee long eeeenough
all who hear our trumpets must
bow down,
all who herehear the rich ruling noises must obey,

war is its own reason
flight of the valkeries, without the story, guessers

chaotic down pessimism escape to conquer
coming doom, anxiety, we are not the people,

god is not able to save you, torture
Schopenhauer raging forces
then you,
heroic you awake… ready say ahhhh

duty is, do the being,

survive- over come - mortal learn
We he imagined {Comte did}
we are masters. these who agree with me
deny Kant
particularism has poetic license {AI agree}
positivism, posited, points made particular

daemonic details, a mission missing a single winker;

AI wished this were true. Did You?
Is this your fault?
If so, I am grateful. This is all most of all
I ever wish were true,
you know,

those moments when you feel a message form
in your gut and your brain calls the yoghurt
corps, for corpuscular level intervention

whew, you kuh'got hhhur ttt

we ride out a gurgling wave, eeee ha

! introduce the exclaymation, magic symbol from UR
cune-iformal information spell to be spoken,

read only by the knower's, doncha know,
we coulda known,
we shoulda had that knack woke up, as a child

so's we sow enough good wishes we see good
wishes come our way, one day,

why not now? Is this how
we honor the ideas
we never tame, but
we learn to ride? I think so, it is.
raw, but for one second glance - survive 502 if you do

— The End —