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Some DALit Thing



Some DALit Thing is a not-at-all-scheduled podcast, in which AyeAye12 talks to various members of the DeviantArt Literature community, asking them about their work, their lives and the community they're part of.

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A Guide On How To Shop In The Pias UndergrowthSo, ye need some groceries and things from the shops. But ye live in the undergrowth of Pias, so it ain’t a case of just popping to some omni-mall. What are ye going to do? Ye can’t farm cos’ the ground here ain’t gonna get enough sun, and there’s nae way in hell ye can just experiment with all the fruits of the jungle, cos’ ye value your life too much. Whatcha gonna do?
Well, good ol’ Cygno here can help ye wi’ this trusty guide! Available in all the shady places over the Kairos galaxy.  This guide here’ll tell ye all about how to find the best markets in Pias and how tae not get scammed by some scoundrel.  
First off, terribly sorry for ye bein’ here.  I dunno if ye were forced tae run from the gangs or police in Canopy City or whatever other tragedy befell ye, but sorry. Pias ain’t a holiday site once yer under the leaves, I can tell ye that fer sure.  
By the time yer readin’ this, y’l
Afterlife Astronaut“There is no God.”
“Well, you don’t know that for sure-“
“Bernard, as an AI connected to every philo-science document, every parabyte of knowledge in the Human Empire, every logic string going back to the days of the Past Colonists... I can assure you, there is no God. It has been proven.”
Bernard sighed. His helmet visor fogged up then disappeared.
“I’m not going to bother arguing with you. Soon that golden gate is going to open, and I will walk into the Kingdom of Heaven. That should be enough proof.”
The gate in question was a smooth sphere of gold, slowly rotating on an equally dull pedestal. Crystal red spires pointed at specific points on the globe.
“You just don’t want to argue with me because you are in fear of how wrong you are. And how right a computer can be.”
Jude deserved to be muted, but sass like that always kept her voice a ubiquitous presence in Bernard’s helmet. A blue flash in the top
Fukushima FlowersYou think of Salvador Dali
and melting clocks,
chronology broken
and mirrored versions
stuck in themselves.
Forms blurred under
the origin of life,
car crash nature,
a star bursting
into petals.
An exploding reaction
taking lost millennia.
You think of broken nuclei
stuck in meiosis.


DLD/Rs



Peach JuiceA cloud god
spilled his sun-glass of
peach juice across the sky,
the orange frothed into
white strands
flooding into
heavenly Morse code.
The solar drink thinned
into a beard-grey
until the dome was
a glass-black sea,
the moon
an uneaten celestial crisp.
A Pile of Exiled LeavesLook:
under their father's roots,
oven-baked by progress
they stare at the stars,
ponder over their photosyn thesis'
and wonder where they'll land next.
Dry veins bringing
drought to the cuticle,
the rivers sprawling
like cobwebbed fingers
scratching cellulose into
eczema of the upper epidermis,
dirt-ink sketches bleeding softly
to the frayed edge of
mesophyllic parchment,
where Death took his scissors
and cut oblong hearts
from Life and into
the frigid air.
Dead gold,
curled up in amber wrinkles,
a million Queens of Spades
who played dead for too long.

The Plants: A FableThe plants were sick of the animals.
"They do nothing for us!" General Redwood exclaimed. "They eat us, cut us down, sit on our mangled corpses... we must do something!"
"But what?" Dandelion asked.
"Is it not obvious? We must stop our production of oxygen!"
All of the plants but Dandelion cheered. With the oxygen gone, the animals would have to either listen to the plant's demands or die!
"Are you sure...? Will this not kill us too?"
Alas, no one heard Dandelion's warning in the uproar and applause.
The next day, the plants went on strike and stopped all production of oxygen. Sure enough, panic ensued and the animals suffocated.
General Redwood held a great big party to celebrate, but no plant came over.
"Where are they all?" General Redwood asked.
"Do you not see?!" Dandelion snapped hotly. "They cannot make it because they are dead! They cannot perform respiration!"
General Redwood did not hear. He was dead, stiff and upright like a burnt bone.
"Oh you idiots!" Dandelion huffed. "Yo
Super computer finds infinityMy name is Delextro 9000. I am a super-computer with servers hooked to everything that exists.
And I have just discovered what the exact numerical position of infinity is.
The scientists are freaking out, to say the least.
“Infinity isn't a number!”
Well, clearly it is, because I've just found it. And I have all the knowledge. So, yeah.
“What if we just add one to that number, then? Surely that would show it is not the end of the number line, right?”
Yeah, try and add one to that then. After you.
“AHHHHH!”
Why yes, Dr Broxley, that is the flames of impossibility vaporizing you. You can’t go beyond the end of something. As a man of logic I thought you would understand that.
“What about negative infinity?”
Well, you see, it’s like that number I just showed you all, but with a little dash at the start.
“IT’S SO BIG AHHH WHY IS IT SO BIG AND VAST AND BEAUTIFULLY DEADLY AHHH”
Calm down there, Prof. Yuki, you don

Piano, piano (a break from the universe)keys of candlelight
on the ornament machine.
a code of fingers
pressed like kisses
in love's secret handshake:
stroke the black flattered pyramids
until smoothed into sound.
touch sensation into the china sea.
then,
chords realise themselves and
drift
octaves
to sing dusted angel heights.
toes bob the gold slipper
up
and down and
up
and down and
up
and down
into the drift
where the stars make themselves
from pink needles
on oceans of porcelain.
a break from the universe.
only soft time.




How long have you been on DeviantArt?

Nearly 4 years? I joined three days after DeviantArt's 12th Birthday... how can i be so old

What does your username mean?

I used to call myself "The I"in fictional accounts of myself 'cos 11 year old me was just the coolest. But then some flump on the ONM Forums (he's called Darkjelly, and I'm still trying to hunt him down so I can say I forgive him) told me it was like a terrible superhero name. So, I left forum lyfe for a year, and then when I joined another (much nicer) forum I morphed the name into AyeAye, and then added on a 12 because I was that old. And it stuck!

Describe yourself in three words.

Self-deprecatingly bizarre. 

Are you left or right handed?

Depends! I should have learnt to write with my left hand, but didn't, so I'm right-handed in that respect, but in many other respects I'm left-handed.

What was your first deviation?

Burghead Beach
Burghead Beach
I am playing tag with God.
Taunting the bowl in a deadly
tango, a tango of risk and the roll of a
dice.
A dice of watery
consequences.
Stepping over patient
rocks, I marvel at
mirrors to another world.
A world in which armies of
organic flame forcefully
bow to a deity that
pulls a hood of pure
navy over the skin
of its own
king.
A leaf of blue.
Each shimmering haze of
terrifying ice and
bitter gems
lead to
spiralling divers.
Divers that start from the left and
work their way until
modern art is submerged by
the drifting octopus of
autumn branches.
I see small vortexes,
where the specks have
crafted tunnels that soon
collapse upon a
cappuccino created from
diamonds of spit, while
the cream crawls across
obnoxious mountains ,
smothered in
shallow
champagne.
Before sulking through
time until
meaningless bubbles become meaningless
tears, crying to a
desert of
oceanic dunes and
death.
As I
laugh at my luck to not be
adopted by the vast
iris, I see three boils of
acrobatic pro


A poem called Burghead Beach. 
It's surprisingly still alright? Which is reassuring.

What is your favourite type of art to create?

Literature! Writing! Words!

If you could instantly master a different art style, what would it be?

Music. Like, playing instruments and stuff. 

What was your first favourite?

Merlin: Destinies are so overrated by Star-Jem
This apparently, lol. 

What type of art do you tend to favourite the most?

Literature! Writing! Words!

Who is your all-time favourite deviant artist?

I mean, this is just pure temptation for creating convoluted clique-politics, because there are so many great writers here and if I mention however many there will be one missed out who would be heartbroken however much they consciously understand it wasn't personal. But I think we can all agree @CommunistPony55 is the greatest weaver of words to ever grace this site, nonetheless. 

If you could meet anyone on DeviantArt in person, who would it be?

Okay, obviously I'm not going to get away from forced squad categorization in this journal, so:

chromeantennae scheherazades ghostinafog Aerode 

And many others! Who will all feel heartbroken too for not being tagged, even if consciously they understand it's not personal. And even those tagged will be anxious now, because they'll be wondering if the order of names means anything?? Even though it doesn't?? But the risk is still there????? Ahh????????

How has a fellow deviant impacted your life?

Hmm, this is a difficult question, because many have impacted it in various ways. your-methamphetamine was my gateway drug to the general canon of "definitely not manure-esque" literature (who I'd also love to meet!!); Aerode made me feel very happy for a while (and still does!!); chromeantennae introduced me to the idea of a close community; ghostinafog became one of my closest DA friends and fans (and still is!!)... everyone has impacted me in some way (and again in not tagging them I have made them self-conscious, so great apologies for that). I will say that the general community of DA has made me integrate more of my real self with my internet self. Which is good and positive. Very positive.

What are your preferred tools to create art?

Computer; writing program; pens, pencils; paper; etc. Oh, and palladium smoothies. Need a lot of them to get the ideas flowing.

What is the most inspirational place for you to create art?

Oh, good question. That place where I have a good amount of tea within me, am engrossed in a whole new dimensions of life that has just been introduced to me, and am buoyed with the feeling of productivity. Or something.

What is your favourite DeviantArt memory?

Hmm... the general "mania" around Afterlife Astronaut, probably.

Afterlife Astronaut“There is no God.”
“Well, you don’t know that for sure-“
“Bernard, as an AI connected to every philo-science document, every parabyte of knowledge in the Human Empire, every logic string going back to the days of the Past Colonists... I can assure you, there is no God. It has been proven.”
Bernard sighed. His helmet visor fogged up then disappeared.
“I’m not going to bother arguing with you. Soon that golden gate is going to open, and I will walk into the Kingdom of Heaven. That should be enough proof.”
The gate in question was a smooth sphere of gold, slowly rotating on an equally dull pedestal. Crystal red spires pointed at specific points on the globe.
“You just don’t want to argue with me because you are in fear of how wrong you are. And how right a computer can be.”
Jude deserved to be muted, but sass like that always kept her voice a ubiquitous presence in Bernard’s helmet. A blue flash in the top


The fact it has so many comments and faves and views and such like, and managed to attract people who usually discarded the whole literature community (let alone prose, which is already heavily marginalized here), fulfilled a lot of faith within my prose abilities. I had written the piece as a sort of minor piece that I didn't think of much, which I think is now one of my most important literary piece in my life, and that is due to DA. It made me reconsider where my strengths were; despite most of my gallery being poetry, the two DDs I had received (at that point) were prose. That said something. And so I'll say that that was my favourite DA memory. 

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NICE THINGS PEOPLE HAVE SAID ABOUT ME

AyeAye12's pieces are simply a-m-a-z-i-n-g! I absolutely love the fact that he has taken relatable subjects and created pieces which makes his readers think... He is extremely talented, and you will find yourselves pouring through his collection of literature with amazement. They are all wonderful pieces.

- imaginative-lioness

Of intimidating talent.

- v-espertine

He's great at imagery and makes you feel as if you've taken a trip without moving from your seat.

- Aerode

There is something about [his] voice as a poet that I have heard in no-one else. It is wonderfully warm and refreshing. [He has] a way of wording things that grabs the attention and makes me smile and [he is] wonderful. I imagine it takes no small amount of skill, so well done.

-Messerfly

The warrior-poet bleeds imagery and moves in free verse.
(I suspect massive quantities of cocaine were involved.)

-Garneac

Aye is just... different, from the usual works I read here on dA. That's pretty much what I can say.

-shehrozeameen

AyeAye12 never fails to make me lol, or at least marvel at his ability to shatter pre-conceptions of what literature is supposed to be.

-LaBruyere

"Fl[ies] around the community like a literary superman,"

-Nullibicity

"Wildly talented"

-chromeantennae

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Read it here: prioriprogeny.com/

Priori Progeny is a metaspace-spanning epic that details the last generation of Gods, and the tumultuous domain they inherit (i.e, All; the entirety of existence and the entirety of non-existence too). It mainly follows the character of Veroshima, the very Last God to be created, as he learns the way of his predecessors in how to run reality within three brutal academies, while around him events threaten to tip All into chaos.

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oviedomedina Featured By Owner 21 hours ago
Thank you for the favorite!
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Thank you for Favouriting! Here's your invitation to come and ask the Djinn ONE question --> 'Ask The Djinn' stamp by BATTLEFAIRIES <-- clicky clicky
Have fun (and come back often)!
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PaMonk Featured By Owner Aug 23, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
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Thanks for the :+fav::hug:
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BlackBowfin Featured By Owner Aug 22, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Hi Aye.  Thank you kindly for the support.  :)
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DaveyDrayton Featured By Owner Aug 21, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks for the fave
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oviedomedina Featured By Owner Aug 21, 2015
Thank you for adding "Nutted Encyclopedia" to your collection!
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Fragile-yet-CunNINg Featured By Owner Aug 21, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you :thanks:
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jbbartronart Featured By Owner Aug 20, 2015  Professional Traditional Artist
Thank you for adding "Fearless Middle Child" to your collection.
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jade-pandora Featured By Owner Aug 15, 2015
I'm glad the nose is gone. Everyone seemed to have the nose for a while there. Don't follow the nose.
:iconnoseplz: 
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AyeAye12 Featured By Owner Aug 15, 2015  Student Writer
i don't nose what you're talking about
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