emma reveni

spiritual extravagance!

Thu, 16 May 2013 06:55:35 -0600

spiritual extravagance!

when you can’t escape the mass of books, books that are...

Thu, 16 May 2013 06:47:00 -0600

when you can’t escape the mass of books, books that are cramped into your room, piled up against walls or on your desk, the truths they hide or try to make manifest in your mind, don’t hesitate to try the escape.

people are shells. sometimes empty, sometimes hiding away a...

Sun, 14 Apr 2013 12:24:39 -0600

people are shells. sometimes empty, sometimes hiding away a treasure. be sure to find out.

why others wander and never return is why i roam yonder and beg...

Wed, 03 Apr 2013 07:11:00 -0600

why others wander and never return is why i roam yonder and beg angels to turn. to turn away from these window sills that now lay still and stopped begging for more like their throats begetting some form, jumpers and nay-sayers akin. lights gone by night, dust thrown like pebbles in the sky, and the winds turning emotions to light as i jump head-first into the tide.

I got naked. Left all of my belongings – everything I got on...

Mon, 25 Mar 2013 03:58:46 -0600

I got naked. Left all of my belongings – everything I got on me – on the beach. Abandoned. My epitaph – the sound of them, being dropped on the sand accompanied by the constant harmonious rush of the ocean. My toes – tickled by the last small eruptions of a wave. Water. Cold. I went on. Until I was in up to my neck. I felt good. Encased by a liquid mass. The sun went up and I drowned.

All is lost, all. Lost.

Mon, 25 Mar 2013 03:52:19 -0600

All is lost, all. Lost.

no thoughts but air to breathe to breathe not air but...

Sun, 17 Feb 2013 18:13:00 -0700

no thoughts but air to breathe

to breathe not air but thoughts

to breathe but not to breathe

nor thoughts nor air to…

press ur space face close to mine, love.

Sun, 02 Sep 2012 09:49:56 -0600

press ur space face close to mine, love.

don’t you understand, i’m in need of comfort.

Fri, 24 Aug 2012 10:37:08 -0600

don’t you understand, i’m in need of comfort.

lovely georgia over @ base magazine just published a short...

Mon, 13 Aug 2012 11:45:00 -0600

lovely georgia over @ base magazine just published a short preview of a short story of mine which is going to be published in BASE #4!

basemagazine:

The Suicide Chronicles
Clocks stopped ticking. Time faded away. Like footsteps – vanishing in the sands of time. Time was erased. Everything stood still. Lost. Clouds started to fall from the sky. The dead from heaven. Descended like light. The sun collided with the moon. And I sang: “I danced because of freedom, and I jumped because of love. I spoke because of wisdom, and I wrote the words of thought.
— Excerpt from The Suicide Chronicles by Marlon T.L. Fink that will be published in BASE #04 in September.

Photo by Emma Reveni

clocks stopped ticking. time faded away. like footsteps –...

Mon, 23 Jul 2012 19:24:00 -0600

clocks stopped ticking. time faded away. like footsteps – vanishing in the sands of time. time was erased. everything stood still. lost. clouds started to fall from the sky. the dead from heaven. descending like light. the sun collided with the moon. and I sang: “I danced because of freedom, and I jumped because of love. I spoke because of wisdom, and I wrote the words of thought.”

written what I had sensed to say, but never been able to. seen...

Mon, 23 Jul 2012 19:12:00 -0600

written what I had sensed to say, but never been able to. seen what I dreamt to forget, but never risked at all. been who I were to be, but never expected to. said what I thought, but never dared to think about. felt what I failed to see, but saw things different anyway. to ears there came flown what barely was more than a telling fortune.

breakfast a steadfast hazy deathfest glazed with pancake gazes...

Mon, 09 Jul 2012 08:44:02 -0600

breakfast a steadfast hazy deathfest glazed with pancake gazes festering these deadpanned yellowish brown eyes - shady and sugary icings like teardrops wasted when breast-fed with milk if not then quite sacred it spilled – naw, it ain’t – that shit’s much too precious.

and green her eyes were, glazed like icebergs.

Mon, 09 Jul 2012 08:36:42 -0600

and green her eyes were, glazed like icebergs.

fontarrian x pierre clementi

Fri, 06 Jul 2012 03:07:28 -0600

fontarrian x pierre clementi

some shit i did years back…

Sun, 27 May 2012 12:36:32 -0600

some shit i did years back…

another video i recently made for a dance performance by the...

Mon, 21 May 2012 13:51:00 -0600

another video i recently made for a dance performance by the lovely veza!

video i recently made for my friends in ‘aiko...

Wed, 09 May 2012 09:32:13 -0600

video i recently made for my friends in ‘aiko aiko’…
check: http://soundcloud.com/aiko-aiko for more blissful dream pop of theirs

i did nothing and nothing is all that i know of…

Fri, 04 May 2012 10:36:00 -0600

i did nothing and nothing is all that i know of…

the abstract act of the search for the self is made visible in...

Fri, 27 Apr 2012 04:51:13 -0600

the abstract act of the search for the self is made visible in the actions depicted as trivial even ritualized passages of this very quest: bad habits and weak character traits are reversed into necessities to break away from normative, everyday human behavior.