Passive Regressions 2

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Come into my empty body,
A rotting corpse that once was proud.
Ate alive by my depression,
Abandoned ’cause I am a coward.
Emotion systems overloaded
Neck got smashed ‘ the way back down.

Possibly I’ve had too much,
But never did you give too much.

I lost my fingers to your hungers
I lost those fingers to my hungers
I cannot feel a thing
I’ve killed myself
I’ve run away
And on the other side they say

Suicide is cowardice
An act of selfishness.
Fuck you get out of here
Medallion noose
Snaps my neck
Snaps itself
Neck got smashed on the way back down.

Possibly I’ve been too weak
But never have I given up

I return to the Hangar
I know too much
I open my eyes, skull in a brace
I open my mind, what will it take
I take the world, my fucking world
I’ll have your life

Coward no more
Run into my fears
It is the cure.

14

You were like sand,
Slip through my hand.
I cupped my fingers,
So part of you lingers.

Now we are closer,
I want you more.
Sandstone in holster.
What am I good for?

15

heeeey

Yaaay!
Talk to me!

No

Wha?

No!
You’re supposed to say,
“what?”

Oh

No, not “oh”!
!!
“what?”
try again.

heeeey!

What is it?

c:

❤️

16

I wait outside the gates,
And it is not safe.
I invite you out here,
But it will not take.

And so I give up.
It is not safe.
Do not leave you bedchaimber.
Do not leave your safe.

17

Resentment and revenge
Both punishable by death.

18

I see dead people in my dreams
They all have my own face.
Will I die unfulfilled?
What do you dream of?
A plant?

19

Shower away
my skin
Touch the
nervous within
be nice to me
don’t be mean
i just want
you
to
love me.

Head Crusher Ballad

If you are a Condor

Vulture!

Than I am an Ostrich

No flight!

Or a Troodon

Greek for “wounding tooth”!

I am very smart

Same

And I love you

Do I love you?

You do.

I do love you.

Of course :3

c:

And you fly through the window Outside and you
told me to search for you there
Among these fools, you do not belong.
Among your peers, you may carry on,
And I will lose contact
But I will win battles
And then I will see you
Through the mystery.

21

Is it a poem
if
it
is
just a link to a video?

Patriarcy

Woman will explain nothing, and expect you understand.
Man will explain everything, and still not understand.
Either way, man will know nothing.

23

I take your morality hostage.
Now what, bitch?
I’ll have your emotions too.
They are subject to me
Your mind? Keep that
Tyrannies aren’t worth it.

You asked for it, hun,
We’re in love!

24

Collect these tears;
Little memories,
Cute like you
I like them lots.
They remind me just
How much
I Love you.

25

I am so hungover
You poisoned me
I’m addicted to you
I don’t like the withdrawal
But next time
You will be good for me
And I’ll be good for you.

26

I have a trembling love.
I want to stabilize it but she says,
Don’t look, just touch.
I will do what I must.

Daniel Triumph.
9.15.2018

Daniel Triumph.

Passive Regressions
Active Impressions

Alice and Finch – Update 2

Happy too am I!
Where is Lvsa, my love?

Hello. I am Alexandre Dirge.

And I dub Alice and Finch’s life to be an Archetypal Comedy, and therefore eternal.

Now I digress from my memories of their love story to bring you evidence with the help of Northrop Frye.

Elements of Archetypal Comedy

These are the elements that occur in nearly all love stories (and realities) across nearly all cultures. (Sorry barbarians, you are hardly romantic.)

1

Two lovers. Two lovers who are destined for each other, often both secretly of noble blood; prince and princess. No explanation needed here.

(I will add, however, that the connection to royalty is a very Jewish tradition. For more, read,Song of Songs, which may or may not have been written by King Solomon, or contact your local Rabbi.)

2

Flawed Society. The society is flawed; even if the only flaw is that it does not approve of, or actively denies the love of the heroes.

  • Angry Father. The father represents society itself. Thus, often the father directly manifests the society’s disaproval of the heroes love. The father, usually the maiden’s father, but it could be as distant as a grandfather or even another member of the society, becomes a blocking character.

You can see conflict and excitement, and even longing on the horizon by now, surely.

3

Instant Love. There is nothing in between the lovers. It is as if they have known each other forever. They slip into each others’ lives as easily as they slip into each others’ arms. Love at first sight may be something only found in the realm of fantasy, but surely love at his words must be real.

This is, of course, how I fell in love.

I have esteemed the words of his mouth more than my necessary food.
(Authorized King James Version, Job. 23.12 2, emphasis mine, italics in original)

4

Separation. How tragic! The lovers mus separate. It is either caused by a chaos or double chaos (brigands are a chaos. Water is a chaos as well, so pirates, thieves of the sea, are a double chaos.) Usually, however, it is the society’s failure in tandem with a chaos that sets it off.

  • Society. The society did not approve of Alice, the little monster, except for the other outcasts such as Finch the bookworm, the Metch priest, Prince Chloe Rhye, and myself. The guard were the final straw, urged by Ilias, and caused by…
  • Chaos. Alice is a chaos, because we don’t know (at least we didn’t know) what she was, what a Plainkind was. Plus, she was coming into puberty at the time, another chaos from within.

(The chaos being internal instead of external is, of course, very intriguing to me.)

5

Struggle to find oneness. Often this process brings out the woman’s beauty and desirably, as she longs for her husband-to-be. In the man, it brings out the same longing, and in some cases, even suicidal thoughts; “If I cannot be with her, I do not want to live!” (Infamously, Chaereas from one of the most ancient novels, Chaereas and Callirhoe, tried to die at least three times.)

  • Longing. Most of the wishes for death and disparity comes from longing. The pair are soul mates, and without each other, the world is but nothing, they are broken.

Fuck it all and fuckin’ no regrets
I hit the lights on these dark steps
Medallion noose, I hang myself
Saint Anger ’round my neck

And I choke… on the cross
As I hang… as I’m hanging
I just wanna die today
I just wanna die
Will tell you why

I’m madly in anger with you
I feel my world shake
Like an earth quake
Hard to see clear
Is it me? Is it fear?

Searching my head
For the words that you said

The light at the end of the tunnel
Was turned off
And something I noticed
Beating you is thrilling me
I’ve got a secret for you

Tears filled my eyes
As we said our last goodbyes
This sad scene replays
Of you walking away

The tides of change pulled us apart
I feel a familiar pain
In my hour of need,
No, you are not there
And though I reached out for you,
Wouldn’t lend a hand
My darkest hour is every hour
You’re not there
When no words are spoken and please are ignored
Your tears go unnoticed, will you say enough?

Did you ever think I get lonely?
Did you ever think that I needed love?
Did you ever think, stop thinking;
You’re the only one that I’m thinking of.
Goodbye 1000 times goodbye
The thought never crossed my mind
That this would be my last goodbye.

My heart, it hurts
‘Cause it never catches its breath
I’m still staying when I should have left
Come to where the waters meet the shore
I’ll be there
And I will stay, leaving you

I am really afraid
But I am her protector
You know?
You’ll be never alone again,
Cause I am your protector.

Waves—close your eyes and count slow
In this moment things are getting dangerous.
Oh no.
I can’t find my way.
All these things that left me in their waiting.
—I keep shaking.

But the things that she said sounded peculiar and strange
Like she couldn’t believe the words that were shaping
Her future life

(Plagiarized by Alexandre Jutt, and Daniel T.
Credits in order: Metallica, Two, Logic, Metallica, Megadeth, Falling Up, Daniel Triumph.)

The struggle to return as one pits the protagonists against many trials, mostly internal for the woman, and external for the man.

6

Reunion. Of course, there is a happy ending! The man finds his woman, or in the case of stories like An Ephesian Tale or An Ethiopian Story, the lovers find each other.

Sigh.

7

Wedding! Of course, the lovers need to lock in their commitment and become slaves to each other. How romantic, a choking band around the neck—I mean the finger. You will never be forgotten, Alice, Finch!

The old and corrupt society is inspired and renewed by the lovers’ actions and their fated reunion despite it all. The wedding festival brings happiness not only to the lovers, but to the whole city that celibates with them. Even the villains find their good spirit and join the celebration (if only to be arrested or likewise midway through. However, all are happy for the lovers, even they that opposed them see how wrong it was to do so.)

The marriage is very important, it is the symbol; a promise of a new and bright future. (Ah, love is in the air. Are you as excited for Alice and Finch’s wedding as I? Truly, I must finish these writings soon, for they are calling that I help with the preparations.)

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Bye bye, love,
Alexandre Dirge!

…and Daniel Triumph.

Read an essay on the first draft of Alice and Finch Here: Alice and Finch: The Archetypal Recapitulation

You can also check out Alice and Finch – Update 1 here, as it is far short, and less dense.

Finally, the first draft is available on this blog, for free in its entirety. Check it out if you are feeling impatient!

P.S.

Burying all of the evidence
My glamorous words will CATCH HER
Burying all of the evidence,
Some thousands of eyes will HAPPEN

P.P.S.:

STRUCTURALISM IN ART AHHGGGGG NORTHROP FRYE IT IS THE NEW FRONTIER OF SOCIAL SCIENCE AND I LOVE SOMEONE AS WELL WHICH IS VERY IMPORTANT BLEGHH >:3

Alice and Finch – Update 1

This post was written 12 hours before publication.
Happy Sabbath!
And Le’ah said, “happy am I!” (Genesis 30:13), so,
Happy too am I.

For anyone who read Alice and Finch’s first draft on this blog…

The final draft is finally in planning. Outlining and constitution will be done from now into December, breaking for exams etcetera.

I’ll start writing the renewed narrative in the new year.

❤️

❤️

❤️

💜

Until then, please note that the soundtrack for the first draft will remain identical: primarily Mnemos by Falling Up.

https://fallingup.bandcamp.com/album/mnemos

Give it a listen, or a purchase if you like. Falling Up was a great band while it lasted. I, however, am intending; “hoping to cease not till death” (Walt Whitman, Song of Myself, 1892. ln 9).

Amway, for now, feel free to check out my current project, The Solune Prince.

Daniel Triumph.

Read Alice and Finch’s first draft here.

Read Alice and Finch – Update 1 here.

alice and finch

P.S.

Burying all of the evidence
My glamorous words will CATCH HER
Burying all of the evidence,
Some thousands of eyes will HAPPEN

P.P.S.:

STRUCTURALISM IN ART AHHGGGGG NORTHROP FRYE IT IS THE NEW FRONTIER OF SOCIAL SCIENCE

Fathom’s Second in Three

Fathom’s Second in Three

Daniel Triumph.

Note on the phone, make me
Trace the line back to your
Home, where you are
And my shaking hands, I’ll
Choke your breath I’ll take your
Heart and eat it up, bear my
Fangs and rough it up, you’ll have
All that you’ve ever asked
of me
I am the line
But it’s too late, lover,
You give up too late. You can play this small game, but you can
No more escape, you are subject
To you—I’m here to
Stay and you will call for me, you’ve called my
Name and now I know
Know who you are and I will
Know you like a single knows the
Second, your unfathomable
Imago Dei within the self, inside your soul
Conquer me, unfathom’ble; it’s
Fathom’s Sexond!

I’ll defy your words;
but take your actions to heart;
Keep coming back, you tell me when it’s right to
Start.
From the ballroom to the bedroom
And I’ve taken in your hands
(You’re stuck to me—)
And put them into my
(And you would have me.)
And no longer do you retreat,
But now you may cry,
No more away,
(Or I may die)
Away, you retreat into I.

Active Impressions

Conquer

Conquer,
Answer the Question.

__If you have a problem, you just tell me
I’ve more power than you know.
__Right now I’ve more power, thanks to you,
More than before
__Your enemies will fall to me
In time so will you.
__Trap trap trap Trap Door!
She’s a trap! No, but she’s into it 😉
__I’m the fucking trap,
It’s fine.
__Oh, hi Mark, I mean Luisa
Hi daaaaan—wait
__No, we do not wait on this day.
This day we fight.
__Lisa, you’re my future wife!
(After all, she’s my future wife)
__Stop comparing me to tragedy
Yes, my lady.
__Conquer me.
It brings me great pleasure to say my next target’s you.
__Of course,
If you wish,
__My love.

2—Haiku—

Hold me if you can
Touch me with intent and I’ll
Never let you go

Fathom’s Second in Three (ver 2)

Note on the phone, make me trace the
line back to your
Door, where you are
And my shaking hands, I’ll
Choke your past I’ll take your
Heart and eat you up and you’ll
Have all that you asked for.
But it’s too late, lover,
You give up too late. You can play this little
game, but you will no more
Escape, you are subject
To you—I’m here to
Stay and you will call for me, you’ve called my
Name and now I know
Know who you are and I will
Know you like a
single knows the
Second, your unfathomable
Imago Dei within the self, inside your soul
Conquer me, unfathom’ble; it’s
Fathom’s Sexond!

I’ll defy your words; take your actions to heart;
Keep coming back; you tell me when it’s right
To start my life

From the ballroom to the bedroom
And I’ve taken in your hands
(You’re stuck to me—)
And put them into my
(And you would have me.)
And no longer do you retreat,
But make you cry
No more away
(Or I may die)
Today retreat into thy
Away, will you retreat into I

Box of chips Luisa?

eeeew ketchup chips!

Ekkkshrkshrkshrk
Syncopate
Escalate
disconnect, I suspect.
Dissociance
Indifference
The knife in your hand
Much smaller than I thought.
No fear,
Anxiety is a form of excitement
You are a form of myself.
Ego?
Self.

What

Got a problem with ketchup

YEAH I HATE KETCHUP

hehe

4

When nothing is left

All that is left

Is who we are.

Happy Sabbath.