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Intertextual Manic Depression

Intertextual Manic Depression

Convoy Brown

This book is work of fiction. Any reference to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Cover design by Kayo Seven

Copyright © 2017 by Convoy Brown

Published by Convoy Brown

at Shakespir

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All Flying Before The Fire

So sticky behind the trees

We transform numb meaning on the mist

Crazy! The fun is no more

We are tiny on the bullshit

We extort wanting knives on the sea

Alack! The vision will vanish

All flying before the fire

I entice sexy dreams under the dream

Alass! The evil is coming

flickering nameless

out of control

memories of water

At how many harbors

your brother

came singing

while the crowd watched

So Murky Over The Flock

Strange and dream-like beside the dream

We stone quaking fears among the sky

Awaken! The end is coming

Totally invisible before the mist

We dream of hot whorls below the light

Word! The Knight is vanishing

So murky over the flock

I transform glittering meaning beyond the mist

Crazy! The feeling is vanishing

alone thirsty

where the light comes from

no way out

In whose eyes

the foreigner

takes another road

talking to himself

I Am Huge Beside The Rain

All rabid below the ground

We dispel bright bugs in the earth

Beware! The thought is born

Strange and huge about the water

You enjoy electric eggs in the tomb

Awaken! The insanity is coming

I am huge beside the rain

You converse with numb men under the wind

Be aware! The day shall flee

unafraid unsafe

not understanding

any wind that blows

In whose eyes

your brother

look for landmarks

all through his life

So Invisible Among The Dreamscape

We are quiet against the wind

You ensnare vaporous virgins among the ground

Be wary! The life was good

All happy beside the bullshit

You squeeze flying keys beyond the sea

Awaken! The heat will go

So invisible among the dreamscape

I rotate rabid men beneath the grave

Atone! The insanity never ends

shining grieving

in the night

an unreliable map

With what hopes

the guest

leaves his home

never knowing how

Strangely Desirous Under The Flock

Sinister and red over the flowers

You grind scary disasters beside the spirits

Repent! The devil is fleeing

Sinister and dream-like within the virgin

We rotate dank balls before the spirits

Zounds! The Fool is done

Strangely desirous under the flock

I ensnare quaking dogs within the wind

God! The demon will come

wary defiant

crossing the frontier

a backward glance

At how many harbors

the guest

takes another road

in the late light

Dark And Vaporous Under The Land

All splintering against the spirits

We grind comely tomb stones beside the earth

Be luminous. The passion gets weird

Very peaceful behind the spirits

You examine brilliant wraiths against the fire

Alass, Alack! The day has vanished

Dark and vaporous under the land

I draw scary shivas about the ground

Way cool! The twilight continues

trusting defiant

on the edge of the world

nothing to lose

In whose eyes

the hero

asks his way

while the crowd watched

Strangely Dry Among The Fog

We are flying within the flock

I bend dark snakes before the virgin

Damn! The sin shall flee

So damp in the sky

You envision green vapors behind the water

Awake! The day is vanishing

Strangely dry among the fog

We smell brilliant faces above the clouds

Alass, alack! The fun is going

unafraid fighting back

a long way from home

a ticking clock

Down what streets

the foreigner

chases his dream

wondering why

So Invisible Among The Dreamscape

We are quiet against the wind

You ensnare vaporous virgins among the ground

Be wary! The life was good

All happy beside the bullshit

You squeeze flying keys beyond the sea

Awaken! The heat will go

So invisible among the dreamscape

I rotate rabid men beneath the grave

Atone! The insanity never ends

shining grieving

in the night

an unreliable map

With what hopes

the guest

leaves his home

never knowing how

Totally Sinning Within The Spirits

All dream-like beside the mist

You entice red sounds in the tomb

Awaken! The heat has come

I am florescent behind the wind

You extort dark flames below the tomb

Way cool! The pleasure is gone

Totally sinning within the spirits

We confound odorous elves among the trees

We Reach! The lust felt good

open-eyed defiant

trying to recall

a backward glance

With what memories

the sailor

looks for love

in the late light

So Transparent Below The Mist

Totally florescent against the rain

We poke brilliant wraiths in the mud

Alass! The night is fleeing

Sinful and black beside the mud

You divine scary graves below the earth

Can you dig it? The night will come again

So transparent below the mist

I see quiet delusions among the mud

Yo! The sin gets weird

unsure thirsty

out of control

no way out

After how many voyages

the others

take comfort

Strangely Arid In The Sky

I am dazzling under the flock

You condemn red inspirations within the air

Crazy! The devil was good

Weird and dull beside the shadows

We grasp sticky sirens among the ground

Intense! The day continues

Strangely arid in the sky

I squeeze glittering wraiths beneath the air

Heavy! The insanity must continue

flickering tired

on the edge of the world

empty hands

On what journey

the sailor

unlearns his past

not knowing

All Red Beside The Virgin

Dark and colorful in the grave

You summon mournful cats on the ground

God! The King will die

Totally lustful under the sea

I battle dark inspirations on the land

Heavy! The bastard is coming

All red beside the virgin

I stroke sensuous children on the dream

Intense! The feeling is dying

opaque curious

on the edge of the world

the next life waiting

Under what skies

the refugee

takes comfort

to himself

Weird And Misty Among The Gods

So entrancing against the shadows

We smear dull gems over the bullshit

Take cover! The demon never ends

Weird and tiny in the shadows

You grind damp goats in the wind

Oh God! The vision continues

Weird and misty among the gods

We entice numb men near the air

Can you dig it? The insanity has come

wary silent

in another country

an empty address book

Down what streets

the foreigner

loses his way

while the world changes

Strange And Mammoth Against The Fog

Weird and sticky below the dream

I pull scary demons behind the towers

Alass! The inspiration has fled

Sinister and odorous among the gods

You divine glittering disasters on the spirits

Intense! The insanity is no more

Strange and mammoth against the fog

I speak to big ghouls within the fog

Beware! The passion is vanishing

trusting curious

lost in broad daylight

sun on his face

In whose arms

the lost man

turns aside

talking to a version of himself

Dark And Green Below The Virgin

All dry under the virgin

You absorb tiny gems under the dreamscape

Word! The day continues

Dark and grotesque within the dream

We taste mammoth impressions against the spirits

Way cool! The bastard is no more

Dark and green below the virgin

We breed arid knives on the trees

Yo! The sin is going

shining alive

where the light comes from

an old passport

At how many harbors

the sailor

takes comfort

turning

I Am Huge In The Air

So tiny above the bullshit

We meet sinning snakes over the trees

Bizarre! The King is dying

Dark and comely under the flock

You condemn electric snares about the trees

Atone! The sin is no more

I am huge in the air

We create big icons beside the wind

Word! The devil will die

alone defiant

trying to recall

a backward glance

From what country

our neighbor

looks for landmarks

not wondering why

Totally Sinning About The Sea

All huge in the clouds

I dispel blue idiots beyond the dreamscape

Can you dig it? The thought will vanish

Strange and heavy about the air

You entice poisonous gems above the rain

Awake! The heat will go

Totally sinning about the sea

You extort heavy fragments above the rain

Be transparent. The demon has vanished

wavering restless

turning away

a trace of sadness

With what regrets

your brother

seeks the road back

and misses his turning

Strange And Scary In The Virgin

Sinister and mammoth within the ground

We battle invisible evil among the spirits

I reach! The sin is fleeing

We are dry beneath the wind

You shove luminous hands within the flock

Alack! The Knight is fleeing

Strange and scary in the virgin

I absorb glowing elves below the wind

God! The stink felt good

greying wanting

walking out of the world

an unreliable map

On what journey

the witness

seeks shelter

when the world was new

Dark And Evil Before The Dreamscape

Strange and happy near the ground

I summon numb balls beside the land

Zounds! The insanity is gone

Sinful and big before the fire

I swallow evil virgins beside the fire

Intense! The demon will come again

Dark and evil before the dreamscape

You breathe big balls under the flowers

Oh God! The stink will be born

shifting seeking

across the water

an unreliable map

Down what streets

the hero

seeks shelter

all through his life

Weird And Desirous Above The Tomb

So entrancing against the shadows

We smear dull gems over the bullshit

Take cover! The demon never ends

Weird and tiny in the shadows

You grind damp goats in the wind

Oh God! The vision continues

Weird and misty among the gods

We entice numb men near the air

Can you dig it? The insanity has come

wary silent

in another country

an empty address book

Down what streets

the foreigner

loses his way

while the world changes


Intertextual Manic Depression

Intertextuality contends that there are two relationships going on whenever we read a text: there's the relationship between us and the author (the horizontal axis) and between the text and other texts (the vertical axis). It's the vertical axis that gives us our definition of intertextuality; still, both axes emphasize that no text exists in a bubble and that we need to recognize how existing works shape current texts and readings. In this vein, author Convoy Brown structures his work in collage form using images and text to highlight and illuminate particular aspects of the topic under consideration.

  • ISBN: 9781370428120
  • Author: M.H. Dartos
  • Published: 2017-01-14 23:05:09
  • Words: 1768
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