Abstract Melancholy Challenge
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This is the final week of the official Melancholy Contest. Using the drawing to the left, we challenge you to create a piece of writing (of any length)
to describe what you see, or tell a complete sequence of events, or a story relating in some way to what is drawn.
(You will gain some credibility with the staff if at least one of our members can understand the connection between your writing and the picture, so do try to make some connections.)
Bizzare and off color entries are encouraged. The best entries will be published in a future issue this quarter.
Entries can be sent to the Predator c/o BJ Leopold @ 141B Perkins Rd., Rochester, NY 14623, or <bjl4009@rit.edu>
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helmenthic tears
"Sidhe invites you"
glamour-kilned again,
dry glaze think we're crazed
no vault too tight oven too bright
we'll play soon
steal out among
resistant strains and birthing pains
slumberer. clutch your crosses
not chicken bone-cock's comb
Rubik's cube machine by Rube
dance in your dross
and soon we'll play
whail away hours
while away laments...none of that
me and Cobweb and Mab
we're breakin'you out!
c'mon
it's time to play
open wide rheumy eye
get dazzled by comparison's metaphor
glints and gossams spinning their mer
walkrunfly around the mound
and listen hard:
music older than burning seraph fell
play: you're newer than now
we've a place for you,
among our host
not rev'rent angel's wings,
not damned ghost
claim eternal ancient youth,
and play.
-Mark Cicero
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