Team S&M V.S. Team Wee Bangkok 4-phun [Tag Team Comp. Round 1a]


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Something_Vague
01-03-2007, 04:10 PM
Vote on the overall quality of the two pieces combined, not for which team has your favorite piece, but which team had the better overall two pieces.

TEAM S&M

I Was Willing (At) The End.

Asymmetrically
bound, vesselsail cheek-by-jowl upon white-
capped plains, faintly
remaining as far as the vista
disolves into the horizons lowering eye.
Eighty-Six ships set sail into the night, from
within the sable docklands
of your maudlin mouth 'gainst the will
of windmill lashes, flicking
half on, half off; beneath starports where stars-
board carrion clouds and are carried through
jaded under currents, jade in colour,
as they kilter each vessel with a single jibe.

Mnemonic spars pointed to the sky-
as they sunk with a ribcage-
synchronicity;
each failing to iterate, "we're not just one
among the Armada. As it was so
purposefully poised upon the tip of your
subtly rippled tongue. She'd say,
"Every receptacle we humans fleet,
depart then moore at the thought of defeat."
While stealing the moisture from my lips,
with a tacit fingertip, motioning
every sunken vessel from my relationship-
wrecked body,
to ascend and puncture my hull.
"Your spirit is all that shall be left among this
apparition armada,
that so acquiescely follow my every word 'till their end.

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Aerodymanics, Radio Mechanics, And Lucid Transmissions On Christmas.

Aerodynamics;
a flightless bird,
such sorry sights welcome me home.
The nest,
crumpled hay,
and broken twigs, shift, lay,
fall near the trunk where worms climb through,
the dirt, mud, and snow to reach heaven,
dried out.
Just food.
Time out, a nose to the corner.
Her tears smeared the paint.
I’ll have to re-touch it tomorrow.

Radio mechanics,
a jittered buzz, thousands of bees
through millions of satellites.
Laser-guided missiles,
cupid’s new arrow, one too many and
my body is full of holes. I can't drink,
Without my words spilling out.
Social drought, a timeless party.
The clocks keep ticking, can I fix them?
A disjointed embodiment. Close together,
but nearly one.
Almost two,
But so much for me.

Lucid transmissions;
such blank clouds, as marionettes will
puppet about, so will the sky.
A new morning, a new hand to squeeze.
Soft lights, sat alone on fire,
An onyx tongue,
Embryo lips, a new born love.
Can you be birthed through my
Lucid transmissions?

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Team Wee Bangkok 4-phun

Why December 21st Was Better Than 95% of the Junior Class [Wreaths->Wraiths->Memory]

I mean—
The parking lot is full of litter so I try to hurry through
But when I reach the automatic doors I pause and
Place my hand over a green, chapped, wreath, white with adhesive Christmas.
In the foreground chainsaws sparkle beats through metal hemlock;
Smoldering wraiths fly out of my mouth and I smile and turn to remember why I’m not an artist:

December 21st, 3:08 PM.

Beauty means—
Empty the souvenir shot glass onto the wrapping paper and watch the color swirl;
—in with the tinsel—in with pining pupils—
Out with the vanilla veins, tapioca roots—eyelashes—
We are stealing straws and, I’m afraid I’m scared of what
Beauty means—

December 21st, 3:09 PM.

I mean—
I dust the dusk off the brown cherry eyes—but they only stare, glazed, at the decorated orbs in the sky,
I cradle the dying circle of wrapped leaves and heave them up to the hook. In the foreground
Sparks of ice freeze to whirring festive daggers, purring broken gibberish
To rattle the westbound evergreen needles—you still say that I am an artist and I still don’t buy it.

December 21st, 3:10 PM.

Art means—
We are burning haze
Choked up by the Gold leaf coating our throats with silver fruit,
We are steam—
Coming from playful hands fighting one another
Over dreams. We are beings of steam—
Coming from four longing lips dripping tea leaves
Onto ‘love, your secret Santa’ and seductress cardboard.
We breathe vapor onto one another and, I’m afraid I’m scared of what
Art means—

December 21st, 3:11 PM

I mean—
I take up my trowel to the chorus of falling foliage
And extinguish the spray-on Wreath with soil—it reeks of Christmas—
Tinsel cuts locks out of my hair until they lay a curly crimson against the plastic Albertson’s bags
Floating like snowflakes in the background—no two bags are the same.

December 21st, 3:12 PM

Beauty meant memories.
Art meant memories. [Art means memories]
No two bags are the same. But I remember them.
No wreath, no tree, no voice is ever the same. But I remember them.
We'll never have yesterday again. But I'll remember December 21st 2006 forever, all four hours of it.

Well what do you know Hilary,
I guess I am an artist, huh?
I mean—who knew?

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[B]To Cemetery Dawn, You Will Forever Be Loved

I dipped my lead in acid to stare and watch expression
Run to the lights of New York Square. To lose
Myself in the lava and ash of poetry saturating
my mind in the crevices burnt into the ground
Into Temporal Square.
Into Chinatown.
Into the High scholar’s mind.
Where I turned my lead into heroine hospitals for a fix.
So I could fly, fly to the wine drunken jumpers of Washington.
Yelling, mouth shuddering, battered bleak of theory, at
Brooklyn Bridge, at the Bronx, at the white wigs of ancestry.
Into Crusades.
Into Jefferson.
Into a knight’s shield.
To break my legs to the lords of Christianity, to the doctors of a fix
To a pimp seeking sex breathing in the haze of Mexico City.
I twist my arms to Madison Avenue, to Second Street
Where love was found in the back seat of an Avenger
For Cemetery Dawn,
You will forever be loved.


VOTE FOR THE BEST OVERALL!

TrigFunction
01-03-2007, 04:20 PM
pre much was hoping not to verse you guys yet :P

Alk 3 addict
01-03-2007, 11:39 PM
Team Wee Bangkok-4phun.

Final
01-04-2007, 02:38 AM
I don't bang cock for fun, so team numba one.

Yeah, lame. S+M gets my vote, I enjoyed both pieces quite a bit.

circular.parade
01-04-2007, 03:42 AM
Wow, a very close call. I guess it depends on the voter's preferences here, because I found both pieces of both teams to be really really good. I have to say I preferred team bangkok here though, just personal likings. Great job to everyone though.

Something_Vague
01-04-2007, 04:58 PM
i thought the 2nd piece of kok wasn't great and was actually pretty poor, and I liked both our pieces.

so my vote goes to me.

TrigFunction
01-04-2007, 05:58 PM
Well as long as were voting for which team we honestly think did better whether its our own or not... The first piece for S&M was good, though i couldnt relate to it at all. And the second i didnt like. I think synths touched upon a lot of bases and had a lot of things i liked. so i guess. im voting for my own team.

Retribution
01-04-2007, 10:46 PM
I wish I could vote for both of you...

SilenceEvolves
01-04-2007, 11:58 PM
there's one i'm not partial to and one i really enjoyed in both groups, so i might abstain. i'll vote later if i see it's dramatically close.

Something_Vague
01-05-2007, 12:12 AM
i should have saved this for a possible final round.

#1 synth
01-05-2007, 02:15 AM
well, we could try for a tie... then we'd both be in?

Cause there is no way we should be beating you... :haha

Retribution
01-06-2007, 10:46 PM
Team S&M.

And Matt: That would be cheating and showing a bias, so I'm glad you didn't do that.

#1 synth
01-06-2007, 10:53 PM
Aww, James, you know I was just kidding :p:

And if you actually adressing Matts idea then nevermind this post.

But seriously, what happens if this does end in a tie (not that I think it will, because I think S&M will pull ahead now) but if it does?

Something_Vague
01-06-2007, 11:49 PM
if a tie happens, then we both move to the next round and face different opponents.

SilenceEvolves
01-07-2007, 12:08 AM
wtf why is mine closed if this is gonna take two more days?

Something_Vague
01-07-2007, 12:49 AM
i messed up okay. deal with it.

circular.parade
01-08-2007, 06:02 PM
tiebrakers / round 2?

TrigFunction
01-08-2007, 06:18 PM
round two wheeeeeeeeeeeee

#1 synth
01-08-2007, 11:28 PM
yay! **** the police.