10 Sentences Written over Ten Days in December

It was a dark and sunny day today and I was like a good friend of mine. Breach knowledge. Break the teeth, break through her teeth, crushed with tools of torture—through group participation, the damaging of humanity seems more acceptable. It happened yesterday. Art for education, to process a thought; art for the audience, art for entertainment. A drum beats for me, it gets louder every day…the cadence tells me that soon, I’ll meet my judgement day…my judgement day…my judgement day (Megadeth 1999). one is there to catch you when you fall, even if no-one fails to. You can sort of lean on yourself, the long term implications are quite interesting. Do you want a short sentence, or a long sentence? Okay, perhaps I can handle that.

Sorry this week is late…a day late a dollar short!

Anyway, this was a constraint-based project from my Creative Writing course. The writing was more like over fifteen or so days, but the point is that no more than one sentence was written per day.

And the end I touched it up a bit, and rearranged a few but otherwise, this is the result. Kind of an interesting project.

Daniel Triumph.

P.S. : Footnotes

It was a dark and sunny day… a play on an iconic, cliched opening line. Apparently “It was a dark and stormy night” was made famous by a Bulwer Lytton in 1830. There’s also an inherent redundancy—if it’s night, that implies by default that it’s dark. Night is dark. My version of the line was made by using the auto-suggest feature on my phone’s keyboard.

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Break the teeth… This somewhat graphic line refers to Alexandre Dirge. I recently wrote a short story regarding her. I think it’s pretty well done, you can check it out here.

…(Megadeth 1999). This is a line from “Wanderlust” by Megadeth. It’s a pretty chill song, despite the band; worth checking out.

Do you want a short sentence, or a long sentence? This is a fun line due to the nature of the project being based around sentences. The other thing is that this is an obscure reference to the children’s novel, The Phantom Tollbooth. There it was being used as a pun for both grammatic sentences, and court sentences.

BRO FIE GHT

The gimmick—I mean restraint—of this piece is that I can only use valid three letter airport codes. This was not my idea, rather, Nasser Hussain came up with it…and then made an entire poetry book using the concept! I’ll put a link to him in the box at the bottom, but for now…

BRO FIE GHT

ALT   SUN   RIG HTS

WEL LLL   FIE GHT

FIE GHT   STA RTS

SEN GUY LLL   STI CKS

MAN   FIE GHT   MAN

ALL   DAY   DUD   FUN

WEL LLL   LET SSS

SSS TTT AAA RRR TTT

POP   HIM   INN   HIS   RIB

HEE   HIT  TOO   THO OHH

HOO   MEE LIE   BAG NGS

KAA   ERR   CHT   TOF   TCH

THE   SUN   SET   LOW

HIT   MEE   INE   SHN

TRY   THE   RAJ GHT   FIE ANT

SSC AIR DUD   BUT   FLO   LOW

SMO KIN   ____   GOO DNI GHT

WOW   BUD   FUN   FIE GHT

This was actually an exercise that I had to do for my Creative Writing course—except we only needed to make a single sentence. To be honest, I had a bit of fun with it, so I used up all the codes I had dug out of Hussain’s book.

Daniel Triumph.

Nasser Hussain on Twitter

Something completely different

Something long

There was a soul,

She came with outstretched arms.

She wracked herself, she wracked her mind.

She felt awake, she felt alive.

 

They say the soul is feminine, she is inside.

Take care of her, take care of your mind.

 

Echo through the forges of time,

Wonder where you draw the line,

Walk along, see the sublime.

I faint, I can be unkind.

I wake, wonder, is it my time?

 

Tomorrow is coming, can I shift and become someone new?

Is it better that I shift and turn closer to you?

To become my own self,

To turn back to my soul.

She takes care of me,

I should take care of her too.

Daniel Triumph.

This was a submission for creative writing assignment I made for class.

The First of 2019 (Poem!)

Concussion, the mind twists around depression,
Around a question,
Swimming in madness.

It flows from the nose,
Warm, red and fiction.
Wonders where I will take it,
I am the master but the mind it fights back.

I am the master, so it seems, but to shift is no easy task.

Happy New Year.
How will you shift,
In your body of flesh and thought,
Towards your soul bound tight above,
And also within…

Hello…
Let’s see where this can take us.
You can check out…my serial novel! If you want: The Solune Prince

Daniel Triumph.

Impressions, Fathoms and Whatnots.

Some short poetry (and whatnot) mostly culled from my recent twitter: @DaniellTriumph

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Alexandre on the Harpsichord.

Playing a few things… 1, 2.

2a

They marry young and you, look at them
And their joy and
Judge them
Through resentful eyes.

(3)2b

Then you realize,
The music is all tragedies,
It’s time to stop
drag your knees.

Continue reading “Impressions, Fathoms and Whatnots.”