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lokust

.the fall of every Rome is predicted in its birth.

About Me

"Ne raillons pas les fous; leur folie dure plus longtemps que la nôtre.... Voilà toute la differénce." .:. :.: dilletante, decadent, aesthete... call me what you will. i've searched for recorded evidence in six countries, on two continents. i've loved, lost, hated, loved again, and at times been completely indifferent. i do nothing professionally, and that's something i'd really like to continue. i paint, sculpt, write poetry and pseudofiction, make sarcastic remarks, and ocassionally say things filled with remarkable insight. what i am is not all this, but all this is what i am. my entire life is dedicated to my entire life. love is life. (anything else, feel free to ask about.)

My Interests

sound, sonics, active listening, the aether, the decay of post electronic signals, listening stations, art, nonart, colour, minimalism, maximalism, love, life, ruin, and the Shadw at the Bottom of the World.

I'd like to meet:

the Edge of the World.

Music:

oontz oontz beep beep klang beep klang.

My Blog

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silence as object? conceptual disaster? the fate of the wtc as art?
Posted by lokust on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

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compulsion.
Posted by lokust on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

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like cyanide to a tamil tiger.
Posted by lokust on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

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what's Nihil in the mind of an orchid? or, better still, what use are we to the orchids and why must we see beauty even when we're not welcome to? these legs can only carry one so far, and it's all ...
Posted by lokust on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

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in what silent rage comes this winter? dead wrens with broken wings and dead feel slipping through sand. in silence, in winter, in tattered shreds.
Posted by lokust on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

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we sail out past the port of Slumber, onto and into an ocean of Night, with no tides to bind my and no books to guide me. the trees have all gone bare, and there's no Reason to this. nor will the...
Posted by lokust on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

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i can move move move any mountain. (assuming the reticence of 'i' and the possibility of 'mountain.') . i'm not really sure why i'm here, or what i intend to do with this. then again, does 'intent...
Posted by lokust on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

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every 'new' day brings us new forms of soma and most gladly embrace it without a first thought, let alone a second. sheathed in chrome and buried beneath long dead masonry. the monastery is emptie...
Posted by lokust on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

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depth. monochrome. barbed. water. heat. daylight.
Posted by lokust on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

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when everyone you have ever loved is finally gone when everything you have ever wanted is finally done with when all of your nightmares are for a time obscured as by a shining brainless beacon or ...
Posted by lokust on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST