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About Me Member Art Appreciator Thomas Jurkiewicz20/Male/Australia Recent Activity Deviant for 1 Year
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and light pierced the irisand light pierced  the iris;  vision became vision   
and thought splintered,  as carbon  or kindling   
and one transported  out of self,  into outwards   
and time   
and goose bumps rose  in defiance  of bare flesh   
and instruction wracked  the absent  foreigner   
and eyelids blink,  bringing back  dim reality and light pierced the iris
by ~RedSky-atNight
Silhouette of a manA dark silhouette of a man stood by a woman sleeping  Under a supple wafer of seagull-white cotton.  It rested ever lightly upon her quietly nude body.  There was a full moon painted close by the window,  Under it she lay, her skin shining quietly in the quiet light.  By her bedside stood a man, silhouetted against the moon.   
For a space of time the scene remain unchanged;  The man in black tenderly fingered the woman's covers.  The woman slept soundly with soft intakes of breath.  The moon shone through the window, illuminating the night;  Illuminating her naked features in its discree Silhouette of a man
by ~RedSky-atNight
On Murder, On Suicide                   Murder             fervent, saturated       remove, revenge, secure  violence, tragedy, shame, taboo      escape, amend, disappear      achromatic, dispassionate                    Suicide On Murder, On Suicide
by ~RedSky-atNight
11.Palpable perfume hue,  he drinks from nectarine pulp;  petals pamper feet 11.
by ~RedSky-atNight
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15 Step

Sun Nov 8, 2009, 2:47 PM
How come I end up where I started?
How come I end up where I went wrong?
Won't take my eyes off the ball again
You reel me out then you cut the string

How come I end up where I started?
How come I end up where I went wrong?
I won't take my eyes off the ball again
First you reel me out and then you cut the string

You used to be all right
What happened?
Did the cat get your tongue?
Did your string come undone?

One by one
In procession
It comes to us all
It's as soft as your pillow

You used to be all right
What happened?
Et cetera, et cetera

Fads for whatever
Fifteen steps
Then a sheer drop

How come I end up where I started?
How can I end up where I went wrong?
Won't take my eyes off the ball again
You reel me out and you cut the string


15 Step, Radiohead

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Oh how it fits.

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Created an account here a while back just so that I could tag certain artworks for prints I'd like to buy. There are so many wonderful items, I'd have my room saturated with the art from here, without a blank wall space.

As of May 2009, I began writing various poems and decided I would post them here to get some idea as to their literary worth.

Why am I writing?

Helps me avoid bottling up my thoughts and emotions quite as much as I was, which was bordering on absurdity; always about to crack, but not quite.

The endless search for talent, and for identity; I don't think I have found either yet, but for now this will have to suffice.

---------------------------------------------------

"Can't keep my eyes from the circling sky, tongue tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I"

Learning to Fly, Pink Floyd

That's me, summed up better than I will ever be able to do myself.

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  • Current Residence: Sydney, Australia
  • Interests: Writing, Film, Music, Photography
  • Favourite movie: Amadeus
  • Favourite band or musician: Pink Floyd, Sigur Ros
  • Favourite poet or writer: Dostoyevsky; Crime and Punishment
  • Favourite photographer: zemotion right here on deviantART
  • Favourite style of art: Photography, oil on canvas
  • MP3 player of choice: iPod
  • Favourite game: Final Fantasy VII
  • Tools of the Trade: Pencil and paper

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=Scarlettletters Oct 23, 2009, 2:48:51 PM
I want to thank you for taking the time to view and fave my work. Many thanks - it is appreciated.

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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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=Scarlettletters Oct 10, 2009, 8:19:14 AM
Thanks a lot for the views and faves!

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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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*UltimateOutlaw Oct 1, 2009, 12:20:48 PM
:heart: Thank you for the fave on Sweet September :heart:

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"What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset." Crowfoot, Blackfoot warrior and orator 1830 - 1890
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=Lord-Kevinz Sep 24, 2009, 3:43:15 PM
thank you for the fave

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comeback to me plz . i wantz you
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=Scarlettletters Sep 22, 2009, 2:17:55 PM
Thank-you so much for faving my work.

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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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*TyC113 Sep 19, 2009, 1:37:08 PM
Thank you for the fave on "Polaris". It really means a lot to me.

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Blackbird singing in the dead of night.

My youtube [link]
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~aiyemora Sep 7, 2009, 7:20:40 PM
Thank you for the fave! Makes me feel special lol

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~it is in the quiet of the mind where the most chords are played, but in the quiet of the heart where songs are made~
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=Scarlettletters Sep 7, 2009, 5:29:00 AM
Thanks very much for viewing and faving my work!

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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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*Djoseph Sep 4, 2009, 4:08:56 PM
Thanks a lot for the :+fav: :) Means a lot to me.

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ARS BREVIS VITA LONGA

R.I.P Larry Norman 4/8/1947 - 2/24/2008

"Achieving perfection in anything takes at least two lifetimes"
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=Scarlettletters Aug 10, 2009, 4:04:33 PM
Warmest thanks for the views and faves.

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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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