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    "

    startling! such determination in the
    dull and uninspired
    and the copyists.
    they never lose the fierce gratitude
    for their uneventfulness,
    nor do they forget to laugh
    at the wit of slugs;
    as a study in diluted senses
    they’d make any pharaoh
    cough up his beans;
    in music they prefer the monotony of
    dripping faucets;
    in love and sex they prefer each other
    and therefore compound the
    problem;
    the energy with which they propel their
    uselessness
    (without any self-doubt)
    toward worthless goals
    is as magnificent as
    cow shit.
    they produce novels, children, death,
    freeways, cities, wars, wealth, poverty, politicians
    and total areas of grandiose waste;
    it’s as if the whole world is wrapped in dirty
    bandages.

    it’s best to take walks late at
    night.
    it’s best to do your business only on
    Mondays and
    Tuesdays.

    it’s best to sit in a small room
    with the shades down
    and
    wait.

    the strongest men are the fewest
    and the strongest women die alone
    too.

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    Suddenly this defeat.
    This rain.
    The blues gone gray
    And the browns gone gray
    And yellow
    A terrible amber.
    In the cold streets
    Your warm body.
    In whatever room
    Your warm body.
    Among all the people
    Your absence
    The people who are always
    Not you.


    I have been easy with trees
    Too long.
    Too familiar with mountains.
    Joy has been a habit.
    Now
    Suddenly
    This rain.

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    WELCOME NEW FOLLOWERS!

    And thank you for the submissions.  Keep creating and spreading the word!  We need more of everything.

    Oh,

    and we love you.  And even though we’re drunk and really horny, we promise it’s REAL love.

    The Helix Enigma: For Grace, After A Party

    orage:

    For Grace, After A Party

    You do not always know what I am feeling.
    Last night in the warm spring air while I was
    blazing my tirade against someone who doesn’t
    interest
    me, it was love for you that set me
    afire,

    and isn’t it odd? for in rooms full of
    strangers my most tender feelings
    writhe…

    “I still had this idea that there was a whole world of marvelous golden people somewhere, as far ahead of me as the seniors at Rye when I was in sixth grade; people who knew everything instinctively, who made their lives work out the way they wanted without even trying, who never had to make the best of a bad job because it never occurred to them to do anything less than perfectly the first time. Sort of heroic super-people, all of them beautiful and witty and calm and kind, and I always imagined that when I did find them I’d suddenly know that I belonged among them, that I was one of them, that I’d been meant to be one of them all along, and everything in the meantime had been a mistake; and they’d know it too. I’d be like the ugly duckling among the swans …

    …  What a subtle, treacherous thing it was to let yourself go that way! Because once you’ve started it was terribly difficult to stop; soon you were saying, ‘I’m sorry, of course you’re right,’ and ‘Whatever you think is best,’ and ‘You’re the most wonderful and valuable thing in the world,’ and the next thing you knew all honesty, all truth, was as far away and glimmering, as hopelessly unattainable as the world of the golden people.”

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    SUBMISSIONS

    We are still taking written and visual art submissions.  For those of you who’ve already submitted, thank you for your trust and your patience.  We are still awaiting enough quality submissions with which to make the first journal.

    Keep submitting and spreading the word!

    ~ENIGMA

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    Habanera

    Love is a rebellious bird
    that nobody can tame,
    and you call him quite in vain
    if it suits him not to come.

    Nothing helps, neither threat nor prayer.
    One man talks well, the other’s mum;
    it’s the other one that I prefer.
    He’s silent but I like his looks.

    Love! Love! Love! Love!

    Love is a gypsy’s child,
    it has never, ever, known a law;
    love me not, then I love you;
    if I love you, you’d best beware! etc.

    The bird you thought you had caught
    beat its wings and flew away …
    love stays away, you wait and wait;
    when least expected, there it is!

    All around you, swift, so swift,
    it comes, it goes, and then returns …
    you think you hold it fast, it flees
    you think you’re free, it holds you fast.

    Love! Love! Love! Love!

    Love is a gypsy’s child,
    it has never, ever, known a law;
    love me not, then I love you;
    if I love you, you’d best beware!

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    anatshell asked: Sooo... you still open for submission?

    Yes we are!  We are still waiting for enough submissions to make our first issue. 

    PLEASE SUBMIT AND SPREAD THE WORD!

    <3 ENIGMA