FEATURES AND ARTIST OF THE WEEK #17 (special)

Music of the week: Michel Camilo, "On Fire", live 1991.

The ultimate pianist...




Intro : after a hard battle...


PHOTO OF THE MONTH








TODAY: FRIENDS BY FRIENDS (in order of the notes received)


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DormantSleep and sway and constancy
rain, two steady days, then three--
the horses crackle through the leaves
and stamp away the mud.
Brown grass lies tired, over-grazed,
bit down from roots to dirt
but winter lends her sympathy.
Her breath, the sharp-edged air;
her arms, the gaunt-limbed trees;
she paces, slow
where field mice cross themselves
against the shadow of the wing
and sacrifice their young.
I go wordless, spellbound
trading bravery for sleep,
alone and sound; a bed
where I abandon you,
the livid world I sought,
I find
that I was never yours
and you were never mine.

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Mythiques amoureusesMythiques amoureuses
Je balaierai ses cauchemars
Et à leur place insufflerai des rêves bleus dans son sommeil
Je me coudrai des ailes et j'apprendrai à voler
Pour la porter jusqu'aux étoiles
J'oublierai mes peurs pour gagner la force d'un dieu
Et en mon sein sera son refuge le plus sûr
Je changerai ma laideur en beauté
Pour qu'elle soit fière de marcher à mes côtés
Je tracerai les mots les plus purs, aux couleurs de l'arc-en-ciel
Et elle ne pourra lire entre les lignes que mes sentiments
Je démêlerai les méandres de l'avenir
Pour qu'elle sache combien le sien peut être brillant
Je l'emporterai dans mon cocon pour la plus douce des étreintes
Et l'on se serrera si fort que l'on ne fera plus qu'une.
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Elle est la célèbre inconnue, l'amoureuse mythique
Celle que nous tous trouvons parfaite...
La Déesse seule sait si elle fait déjà
Partie de ma vie ou non
Car m


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L'ApsyrateurL'apsyrateur, conspirateur,
Croque le psy pour son quatre-heure
De la formation faisant fi,
Les praticiens il classifie
Il renverse l'ordre avec heurs
Sans que les docteurs s'en méfient
Il tire parti, l'apsyrateur
Et des épreuves, et des douleurs
Le râleur rêveur tapageur
L'anarchiste apsyrateur
L'apsyrateur, perturbateur,
Combat le vain et dur labeur
Et clamant avec véhémence,
Interrompt l'infernale transe
De ceux qui apprennent par coeur
Mais le professeur s'en balance
Il se tira, l'apsyrateur
De l'école et son dictateur
L'utopiste des dernières heures
L'anarchiste apsyrateur
L'apsyrateur, d'un poing rageur,
Est aspirant aspie-rateur
Perdus ses rêves d'éveil du monde
Mais n'attendez pas qu'il se morfonde
Votre tête est dans le moteur ?
La sienne cent lieues à la ronde
Et il persiste, l'apsyrateur,
Il enclenche le collimateur
Humanité, pour ton malheur
Tes NTs lui font pas peur

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L'intarissableRoulent les larmes
Lame en fond, la mer amère
Océan de l’âme
LND le 6 Novembre 2012


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DebussyRestless under the
clairvoyant moon—
dreams quiver like
candlelight against
a long-lost muse.

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ElsewhereNights like these I stay awake watching glass shards
shine in heaven-light, and my mother says that I should go, Elsewhere.
Rain doesn't stop for the little losts—underwater at one o'clock;
still the streetlights blaze like midnight suns, and whale song drifts
past parked cars.
Nights like these I am waterlogged, wandering, and I don't find
Atlantis just a sofa downtown where the whale lovesongs are raindrop-borne,
slipping through the window and dripping onto hands. I remind myself I am
only alone, though missing—the weight of my cat on my feet and my
sister's soft sleeping.

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Devil's G(r)in       
         Funny how the coy, make-believe words that you
                                spout out of your well-nurtured,
                      full-bloomed corolla lips;
     disgorge any bit of faith I ever had
                     the chance to plant in my weed-infested spirit-
         you creep into each unearthed, unguarded crevice  
                     filling me with this abominable sap
              from your vein    
                         
                   Funnier still, how my heart flops
                                          softer than cookie dough,
                               like creme brulee-
     your forearms to your shanks become the handles of your
                      devil's fork fingers that partake of me, brutally;
         like the monster you've never kept from me
                   devour me and in your belly keep me warm and safe
                                          from everything I would rather not face
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The Craft of the CraftPoems are sculpted.
Stories are woven.


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Inbetween.They speak of moonlit nights;
and silky summer days.
But there is a magic in the twilight.
The black reaching silhouettes of trees
know this magic and reach with it
spiny fingers yearning for the places they can never touch.
It's an old song, an ancient tale
born of the earth
of the mother
of the father
of life
and death
and the things
in between the cracks.
This is the tale of the twilight
and the time when the worlds pull apart
and you are standing in the gap.
Leaves are brittle and breaking beneath your bare feet,
and the wind yanks at your hair
trying to take you away
somewhere else.



Personnal message to FuzzyHoser and wordeea





(buddy) ARTIST OF THE WEEK



Coming from France, sylveryfox is a great photographer with an unique point of view (he's also featured by wordeea). Cofounder of the great LSA (he's got the powaaaa), he's involved, as you can see, in nudes, erotic and fetish photos (his other name is 'master-diabolicus-666'). He's also a pure legend in the drummer's world, and a good connoisseur of Canada's forests. Many women in France have a big poster of him, in the kitchen, of course. Quote : "Frantz, I'll kill you soon."









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Some news : I'm 'proud' to present you my most popular lit. deviation (except DD):

The holeI was walking, and then I

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Interview XIII - (english / french) here:

INTERVIEW XIII - NAIKKI (eng / fr)The interviews of :iconnotreforteressebrule: presents:
when :iconlombregrise: meets :iconnaikki:
Dear members of the Fortress, salutations! Today we received the fantastic Nikki for our second bilingual interview. She is one of my friends here on DA, a person of quality, and I would like everyone to know her better! So here's Nikki :
Note : French version below // version française plus bas
1. Hi Nikki ! Thank you for taking the time to do this interview. Could you please introduce yourself to our readers?  
Hi! I'm Νίκη, in my native language. (:
I was born in Athens, Greece, but lived my childhood years in different cities around the country..until my parents thought that maybe changing five schools in eight years was enough for me, and so they transplanted me back to Athens. Little did they know that the seeds of continuous moving were, by then, blossoming in this nomadic heart. After leaving my country years ago to study

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