Dylan Donovan

aka D.D. Cooper

Multi-disciplinary creative. Based in the Lehigh Valley—Dylan Donovan scraps together musical conglomerations and continuities, visual clouds of information, archaic sounding and esoteric adjacent writing, and low-budget film productions.

Portrait photograph Portrait photograph

Portraits by Derick Fiedler

Music

All featured album covers created by Dylan Donovan

Sugar Not Included

Sugar Not Included

feat. Sam Levisay

Limerence song for the sweet-toothed and libidinous.

Spotify → Apple Music →
Sugar Not Includedfeat. Sam Levisay
Hieronymus Hotel

Hieronymus Hotel

Lovecraftian pseudo-bop with a spritz of macabre debauchery.

Spotify → Apple Music →
Hieronymus Hotel
The Predator/Prey Discourse

The Predator/Prey Discourse

Socratic analysis of sociological and intrapersonal ecosystems.

Mixed/Mastered by Amenmane

Spotify → Apple Music →
The Predator/Prey Discourse
Alpineal

Alpineal

Instrumental inspection of fauna and fungal forms.

Spotify → Apple Music →
Alpineal
Mercurial Matters

Mercurial Matters

Alchemical discoveries and discrepancies manifest.

Mixed/Mastered by Amenmane

Spotify → Apple Music →
Mercurial Matters
I Heart Bimbos

I Heart Bimbos

Can't get enough of 'em.

Mixed/Mastered by Amenmane

Spotify → Apple Music →
I Heart Bimbos

Video

All productions made in collaboration with Mason McGowan

MonkyFlipMedia

The Malchias Method
Lean God
wet sock

Overtones with D.D. Cooper

Higbee
Rubix Pube
Rhi6n & Siixcess

Digital Art / Photography

Collage Work

Drive (Bear Witness)
Drive (Bear Witness)
INDEXTINCTURE
INDEXTINCTURE
A Pill of its Own
A Pill of its Own

and yet we dance

Collaboration with Sage Shelly

Shame
Shame
Love
Love
Sadness
Sadness
Happiness
Happiness

Abandoned Architecture

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Untitled abandoned architecture photograph
Untitled abandoned architecture photograph
Untitled abandoned architecture photograph

Self Portraits/Miscellaneous

I'm Swamped
I'm Swamped
Porcelain Chronicle
Porcelain Chronicle
Frog Rider
Frog Rider
Tales from my Travels Tales from my Travels
Tales from my Travels
The Popstar Intellectual World Tour
The Popstar Intellectual World Tour
Verisimilitude Verisimilitude
Verisimilitude
Funhouse Posters Funhouse Posters
Funhouse Posters
Oblong Golden Spangelhelm
Oblong Golden Spangelhelm

Writing

Prose/Poems

Abstract Anatomy (WIP)
1. The Twinkle

	Little hasn’t already been said. Something minute grabs hold and begins processes that take shape within a cosmos. Thus perpetuating growth. It impulsively contorts until eventually trespassing on itself. These strikes in turn produce sparks spawning a new process only made different by the fact it had to take up another point in space. But ultimately the same because it lies within a fixed point and perception drags the whole of the universe with it. 
	Factories of evolution arise rapidly. The trade of commerce and importance of markets follows suit. There is a race to be won. The commodification of the previously described processes seems a natural progression upon first glance. However, even then poles had a say in the understanding of idle subjects. The latches, joints, valves, engines, and fluids that became fundamental have integrated themselves in a gravitational order which allowed larger active mechanisms. The novel complexity of positive and negative forces within this grander scope is a wonder to observe. Though to endure and be a part is awefull and pain inducing as well as electrifying and wholly inspiring. With its incompatible odds and ends that somehow both serve an eternal purpose in maintenance. Consuming and producing almost fall short in the brevity of their meaning in comparison yet are interlocked cycles that provide the encompassing purpose for the maintenance.
	Invoking the aura of the ancient deities, there is a compelling association with shiny bronze coats as the perceptual facet of these production machines. Accompanied by its familiar acquaintances a flashy gold and steadfast silver. For these are the colors that signify the holiness of the earths most tangible fundamental processes and in no way leave any one person to doubt their significance. 

2. The Body

	In lieu of further expanding upon the ethereal phenomena that is this cosmic expansion of complex systems we must put the focus on one deeply personal one. A vehicle of perception and comprehension as well as a habitat with instinctual impulses and learned abilities. The vessel for communication of ideas as conceptual as an object forcefully flung from its found field downward pulled and pushed by certain forces to end up predisposed to reliving this new destiny until (by the laws of nature) it is ground to dust. Or notions as simple as a stone being thrown to the road. The very executor of the action in either example. The body.
	Anatomical forms to be more precise. Though we are privy to relating our anatomy to that of inanimate objects. To the point where anthropomorphizing is a main lens of analysis, figures as much. Conversely only from within our beings can we project this neutral vision of the world abroad. Our relationship to the stars is dependent on how bright we shine ourselves and based upon our own motivation to dance. That is for the movers and shakers to linger, for the cynics and lackadaisical ponderers it is how fiercely the ocean laps and how gently the wind has to move to turn a weather vain. Elemental strata to provide the layers of depth and difference to our dimensional status. Gendered philosophies arisen, rearranged, decoupled, and disintegrated over any span of time. Flames and fluids contrast the brightness and dependability of your vision and vital functions. The darkness is comforting; sink to the bottom. The heat is enticing; fly directly to its source. A blaspheme is to worship either opposed to its counter rather than arranging a dynamic to assess and cement your existence within this stupendous social dilemma.

2a. The Unanimous 

	Seeking perfection. Balance as one says but speaking it into existence is an entirely different matter. The matched pull of both sides requires a disenfranchised lopsidedness to occur prior to and immediately after its erection. Slaves toil at the lowest point when viewed as a triangle. Corners are hardly ever to do with a conciliatory approach. A conical shape moreover accrues the aforementioned balance when viewed from above. Not to be consigned to any which model but there is always a benefit to reexamination and is exactly what the process of perfection entails. 
	It is an universal quintessential goal of harmonious existence. Continuity unburdened by a misstep or an absent minded dawdle. Contrary to the statement this is precisely what is intended to be. A tried and true method of assessment; plunged into the depths, lessons that may be untold. Not even understood. Pointless poignancy. Dancing around a set marker that only serves a student as an opposite force: able to steady it at any moment. Applying too strong of a wind would indeed cause a shake. The back and forth becomes unbearable. Breaking seems the only option and yet patience prevails.

3. The Senses

	An unfamiliarity that we are not fond of. Headlining is what mainlines its casual obstruction of the spatial pathway to your cranium. Be it external or internal. Making swift and possibly damaging contact with a piece of material engraved with a language you understand quite well. Call it a sign. The heart leaps out of the chest leaving us breathless. The sounds and sights of this occurrence fair only as well as the organs abilities have trained to do so. Dragged by a scent so salacious leading to a dame most alluring. The whole of the act and sequence of electrifying events can only be described as SENSATIONAL. 
	Tactile even when taciturn tends to catapult the teeming cascading outpour of the central terminal to touch the task’s tools and kits to turnout outcomes.  But burgeoning bellies and breasts resemble the bouncing pacifying orbs of play and purveying pleasance. Either and or either and or after the action applies underscored by ostentatious assertions aside from the opulent aspirational apparition based art forms. 
	Enough is enough. The tank can be measured in a litany of ways. That is the benefit of multiple senses. Strung together of course to one main source and receiver deploying its fragile ignorance in order to callous it with experience. Definitions only are as useful as the complexity of a personal portrait. A monochrome concept can be just as overwhelming as a vivid and complex one. Choice is in the eye of the beholder. 
	Barrels are in abundance this time of year. The bark used to craft them is not. Dispensing and displacing can be unburdened by recycling materials and stabilizing an output. The counterweights hold just as much importance as the floundering members of sensory accountability. Though the shadowy forms that guard senses from the brink of eternity can hardly be described or have any outwardly explainable qualities. The salient phenomena is this glaring void-like ether that is simultaneously expected then replaced and finally merged with. That is where the stimulating connections that are subject to conversational predilection and academic proffering can be observed. The specific parts and pieces that join in union to collaborate and accomplish much to the delight and chagrin of collectors and accomplices.

4. The Grumble of the Earth

	Roots feast and bind. No doubt comes across a novel hunger with no mobility. Agape as the opening it was birthed from. The perpetual connecting force to the land on which you stand. The feet worn and battered from below know the true price of hierarchy. The clauses and claims cannot be justified by flashy quick wit when it comes down to brass tax. Tacked to the ground sternly with good footing is a protection and power in of itself. Arched to create a magnification rather than a flat non conductive current. Grounded is an understatement when the very essence of below is drawn up by a force stronger than gravity. Sole to soul.
	The ashes of the obscene melded and crystallized into a charcoal. Fuel by the decried fauna and promiscuity of flesh bound forms. The orgastic heat welds the material excess of the bodily cords and outlets. The delayed tumultuous waves of dispersal of this event spread outward from the core of the earth. An inverse upward clawing at the dirt is presupposed by this immense force. Not victimizing with a scratch but an instinctual grab. 
	The slime ridden worms (cousins in fraternity) provide a foundational anchor for the viscera of the food chain. Writhing in droves slathered into hills, wrangled by themselves to be scooped by gargantuan mitts and talons to be consumed. Fecal fervor is the state of these brainless limbless slivers. Blighted by their sinking weight bubbling its former complexity in opposition to its murmuring path downward.  Doomed to be guided in darkness in a more evolved form churning out magma and uncanny creatures of the deep. Enveloping whatever finds it way to the lowest available surface it is sure to return a gem or two from its porous caves and canyons. 

5. The Folds and When They Crease

	Planar grids are a subficial fashion. The bridges of parallel and perpendicular in a multidimensional cosmology. Hardly a foundation to itself, ineffable in its quality. Meditated upon as an abundant cascade of patterned linear preferences. Paddles, offshoots of porches and pedestals. Platforms as a whole drawn and quartered fractions of the unfractured marked by decimals of the undecimated. Direction is predominant and relative to a point. Placated by its perceiving patent on a so called property. Sliding the invisible structures through galactic waters into place by a cosmological carpenters and refurbished for our infantile comprehension by the their counterparts with an eye for hiding the simple artistic magnificence in plain sight.
	Zoom counteracting a proverbial boom. The speed at which the hall is traveled down is of significance only to novice current.  A stair master with the vision of a keen practicer of the intuitive arts knows all that is necessary is to master the stare. The walls are destined to collapse in on themselves as the floor is to ascend while the and previous covering component falls adrift blanketed over and into its new form. Converging may be a matter of direct dealing with this collateral happenstance.
	Objects of flesh subjects to entropy. Brains form creases to fold in novel information. Tectonic plates of the earth clash to accommodate the struggle with gravity and outrage of the Earth’s core. As the ground shifts and the placement we have taken follows suit; looking vertically creates odd astral ends to a makeshift desire of other sided beings. One can yet not maintain but remains gullible enough to plateau at creating vases to volley amidst craters and hills. Charting clines versus experiencing them and being held down by the limits of imaged concurrence with proclamatory dimensions and the declarative states of matter. 

6. Pheremones and Reproduction

	Constant thrive to procure are insistent drives within outward means. An inverse flowering for opposite effect. Pungency of these glands is most potent in squalid heat. Flight, wings carried westward tracted below by a cower to nature. The foremost trusted senses to guide perverted by a placid turmoil. Kneel to worship grace, vulnerable to the turbulence and troubled by the globular onslaught of thermodynamics. Necessity bears fruit, in this case a longing that lingers as a burden heavy enough to careen a pedestal to a stoop.  Collapsing the  vertices to a horizon inter a fold.
	Stained from a distance, distain for an instance. Inquiry requites this blatancy of backwash antics. Persistently crass as the prophetical crack of an egg. Reactionary vocation of immorality resembles the fear and desire of trespassing. Memories in blotted blankets remind
the immutable listener and the silent speaker. An inseparable truth of inception none so miraculous as yours. Two colossal celestial bodies making contact and blocking the sun. A night of velvet strung stirring though technical in improvisation still wholly sensuous. 
	Magnetic and disturbed clinging relics of organisms primordial and systemic axioms immortal. A scent of ancient fervor lingers most potently in these most offensive components assigned to all. Initially forged sensitivities succeeded by a dynastic dance sprawling outward as to protect portend and passify these centrifuge mandalas that contain the very essence of replication and aspect ascension. Vectors of light absension and refractory magnification.
Ruminate
“I’ve been thinking a lot about the passage of time”.

Well, stop.

Truer than in accordances with the deliberating factors as to the has been and then some evermore - and fries on the side, you junky. Filling your face in terms of happenstance and antelopian paranoia; to the tune of say, millions upon millions. An abacus with partial distain for its creators and a whittling eye that prods its own iris for means of stimulation.
Eyes of Fervor/Aloofness
Existing squarely in an age of consumption (yada yada, always and forever amen). About to explore dichotomy; i.e. watch out nerds. Vampiric agents on the mind subsequently bringing to light their bizarro doppelgängers, the zombie. Ravenous beasts of pure projection isolated due to their inhumanity/undeadness and relatable because of their horrific ends. Desirable for their immortality but built-in to their framework is that same wretched curse. Where does the light meet the prism in this case? Consumption! Correct! You get a lollipop, you rube! Disregarding their interest in vitality and orgone elements, the brain and blood respectively, the predatory attitude of accessing one’s gory sustenance. The very same way you have met your Ardent Desir. Was it perhaps slogging along dragging both feet in a lurch under a gray sky of faded feeling and slack jawed affect? Or rather a conniving and duplicitous swift and almost romantic lingering as you primp an image in your mind under the deluge of darkness under an askance moon? Denigrate the eyes of aloofness and repudiate bewitchment by eyes of fervor, fear is a barometer of voluntary stillness and eyes are a red needle. Perhaps you ought to tap the glass.
Inhumorous Proclamations
Scorn for the cosmological treatise! Making peace with the maleficence that surrounds you. Make threats of the odious technologies woven into the fabrics of social correspondence. Triumphantly we transmute this dead air, our follies, to the zenith precipice! We bow at the valleys of the dead so that after our ascent we may stand firm and lofty at the summit of the gods. Make haste of your patience and doom forever those cascading plates that have no choice but to shatter; as is their unending fate. Olympus is indeed! Olympus almost certainly is indeed our absurd reflexion. The banality of art, come to torment us. Freedom of will extinguished through its own priority. Beckon ye, Lyrebirds attending branches in recitation to one another. Stumble upon, once more, a magnificent opus and live no further. All of this! All of it is! Tendrils of Lightning! Zeus! Perhaps? All the while it shouts out in agony, '‘Discover me and live no more!’. For its agony is your livelihood. Your convergence, seizing, and surrender. A vessel, akin to a handbag.
Apathetical Sanitations [Work Trip to the Midwest]
Trudge through muck will you? Save your firearm for ghastly phantasms of yore. Absent figures of cognition not yet spurred into action. Bore caverns of trite tragedy decorated with tassels of mourning. Plaster these surfaces of unsheathed earthen tremors. Scratch behind the eyes for some reason, anything. 

Motion is a scarcity to prattle in your suitcase. Latches and emblems harken achievement but leave vapid markers in cargo. Bussing threats to quiet fields of crops for a stipend of their fertile plains. Set foot and withdrawal oxygen systematically, devices inspecting grains of rices.

Awash by any metric this blandish blemish bestowed by bewitchment. Tickets to the horizon line: a porcelain proscenium containing your aquatic embassy of deceased dermites. Mallardaptive decay-dreaming (spigot whimsy devolved). Poised with appendages just above buoyant capture, prodding loose matter. 

Travel and ascertain; tubs of excellence with faulty drains.
Gothic Victorian Musings
Oh how my heart deflates in anguish. Petty is the pity that strikes my own being delving forthwith into a steep chalice of sombrosia.

Treacherous as a sleeping figure that lies on the grass elevated by a soft weight of stars. Take me now! Swept to aethic ecshewence of henceforth and all that to do most times. 

Have I lost your favor? Irksome is this thorn that pierces my belly and to that uncouth raptor who sunk it. Thrust and mistimed was I, back and back again; ghouls of Adonis retract over my torso tugging an alternate silver strand.

Trouncing what garden ever thought it could take root in this corrupt earth. Philimentary archaism and void; identifiers to basis as the extremities rot and the assembly follows suit.

Forsooth? Not an exit to behold in this labyrinth my hand crafted in protest of desire! Have I mentioned blasphemy? Oh, what’s the use. If it were not for those blighted daffodils and daisies I would have surely taken my own life. Perhaps I could schedule it for a Tuesday, when others aren’t so busy.
Oblong Golden Spangelhelm {Alternative Title: Those Hands, O Those Hands [or Those Hands That Like-Life Like Light(or How many words does it take to screw in a lightbulb? By a Man with an Oblong Golden Spangenhelm and Tendrils at his Feet)]}

Those hands, O those intercepting hands of Tartarus. Malignant only in so far as their keratinous jabbers and ghoulishly guffaws at your libinidity-coaxing an infernal attribute. At the crest of your sigh in its magnitude, stricken suddenly! Propulsion! Precisely. Portentous grasp of a daemon most foul has constricted to a point of maximum potential. That which once fissured your gaze fencing an impenetrable perimeter has enabled a pressurized cannon of incredible force. Capture and convalesence realized - fastening to ensnare a creature far too clever for its teeming undulating mandibles. Thus a stunning scientific reaction (not a moment tardy nor premature) to access the furthest point from your homeostatic state. Kinetic rediegenesis, if you will. Ignition, the golden javelins point spiraling towards desire and clear vision. Unfathomable speed and scope expand at will extending to physical barriers of preview. Reality and truth. Visage and facade.

Acclimation is required after a procedure of such remark. Profundity in that most meaningless shard of tepid glass, that which could not withstand a siren’s song, elementally crafted in a perhaps purpose. Gently a veil lifts, a sonic frequency has shifted its signature, and ox-word, and,. Balance rescored in simple traction and tact friction that sets us apart while allowing us to admire each others most distinguished features. On behalf of a particle, a particle nothing more than a quark could panderet.

The outset of the Oblong Golden Spangelhelm piercing the atmosphere akin a comet a cosmologists renown, Crystallization**. Like liquid, like gold, like like, like life-like light, like light. Light.

EROTIC TORSION V. 1.1
Spinderettes vex the web,
Careening subtle glares stain annexed droplets 
Weaved between willow wood. 

Wagstaff lorden the wexxing travel log 
as to count the accumulation and consolidate 
Various distinct asorbations and aberrations. 

Toggles wrapped in dermal entrenchment. 
Tabloid assessments of taboo architecture 
Relinquish the remaining sold-out and solemn soliloquies. 

Phalanges philander powders and pillage
capsules amassed and displayed ornately.

As if in defiance of all holy wholes 
that node of charisma were to move in
blasphemical accoradance with daemonic sway.

Were them to assume fernal form 
Out-fernal clung wrup maroon rapscallion.

Results indiscriminate obsolete 
Eyes the indifference and outright
Quaffs at the irrelevance.

Tonight! Affirmed unquestionably!
‘O fool’ I cry investigativley keeping distant
Looking back with glazed occulesense 
‘My old man was here’ slurred and muddly
Spoke, besided but surely apt and politely entertained
‘...Concur’ presented with deft and heft 
Equating to half feigned reception.

To talk silently in waiting. 
Throes ebb and ripple motionless.
Clasping webbingstuffs a bindle

To barter or beg ache
Caught consideration burns
Holes in said bindle

To bask but for a moment
Despite the astringent unidentified
Unified with your bindle and collecting

Permutations may be applicable at any which point, 
recognition unlocks opulent portraits of pertainence. 

Aspirations of a fruitful glen and divine guidance
Mighty staffs may they, be an practical accolade 
For the feet and hands as they walk and caress
Words fallen on invokative requited ears
GROCER
ALLWAYS FOUND THE OLD MAN PLAIN IN TOOTH.

JAGGED HAIRS COALESCED AT THE UNDERPEAK OF HIS.

A REFLECTION OF CROWDED HERONS WITH THEIR BEAKS TOWARDS THE SKY; BIERD.

NEAREST CAVERN WAS A SPITTLING GREASE TRAP WROUGHT WITH CLAMORING DETRITUS AND ADJUNCT INCANTATIONS.

CONDENSED CUMULAITY HOVERS THE AUG.

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