2014/07/26

does

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N´odes







 ------------- does anyone remember yr name? nor the fishbowl.a fragmentary reeling at the spin of garden swine. not picking the letter, or vowel, saying `pecking` the crucifixion. avant the lettre. between cities and bodies




between the bird cage , the bird, the bridge, feet hanging on the awning. a break neck speed rifted at the toes




other places where Anti rode _ it`s please please and please . Anti rose.




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2014/06/29

Sappho

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    1


 the two-edged sword            Orpheus
   adze
      


 2


   whirl in the lance




3

  no renting garments 





 nails

  


4



 not weeps more anon
   the head




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                 5
                                   bring me  a  towel         a               a   baby


                                   the bullrushes






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2014/06/26

-- every



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every poem's a    creation,    every creation's a n experiment, dont let anyone tell you otherwise


 otherwise the catatonia          


              r  a        i                   n                         




             n                                             o                         


                    t                         l                   i                                                                       e                    



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italics again

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__________ Dear . Remember these notes before sending cash: lots too, lots of it, with thick thighed frizzy haired beasts

blow off the italic and speak your poems

the breath carries the word not the other way

so in visual poetry the eye becomes the breath


  and the word

well we get back

forget what anyone who does not     says



every poem is an aphorism

a power circuit


------------------ sign here----------------------



.   And remember this Europe is the graveyard . france especially. even when I live there, which is from time to time, i know its a lark. whores dont comprehend this grave thought.


           i am the master-magician


            versus

           the masturbators of  ________


             fill in the flank!

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Milton

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Milton is greater than Shakespeare. There's nothing secret and clandestine between them. Milton wrote more, and added more to the 'body of knowledge' Milton added to the quantum of freedome creating thereby more space for the immanance of the future. Man's becoming is served by Milton more than shakespeare the great nihilist. The only way to get past the latter's nihilism is through those that came after. Shakespeare iscrazy. His poems are nuts, the whole sonnet machinery of legal jargon, and mirror me, mirror you, he's worse than the King James bible and Dylan combined.



Milton and Blake after him led us from the shackles of literary expression to liberty. Liberty is now a dirty word in political and literary circles. But literary circles, which really means the critics in their universities, means nothing. They are nothing, secondary , nonthing. Barely existing. Above a whisper. 1 and two. Telling you? us what to do. Milton spits in their face.


Grammar fuck

Grammar shit



Writing with a pen, means outside of the university.


Blake knew that as did some 20th century philosophers. Not many, just 2 prob.


More later.

I am in the trenches writing fast. I am Walter Benjamin's son.


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  i suspect Joyce, an itinerant half blind  Irishman spoke of WS more because he knew he was the enemy more than poor blinded Milton the epic poet closer by far to Joyce than the former. Ireland is closer to Greenland than England. Anglosaxon Shake was not a friend of Ireland and nor was Milton buthis work is. His work reaches ove r the sea. Shakespeare is the empire drama queen  a bourgeeois courty pusssy wanting his nails polished.    'becoming a genital man!' Pun Intended.






whoever the british were and are, with their utterly revolting disgusting ongoing  stupid


  'monarchy'  and that appaling family of parasites. shame on them. and let them rot in hell.




 And hell exists. for sure it's there.


  flames already lit.    the atheists that want to take away your faith  , how vodka becomes them!




   they don't believe because they are well off. simply as that. women, and men, of Power never believe until  and unless it suits them.








the shit pouring out of their asses at the last minute they Scream Mommy! Mommy ! Im scared! where is god


not like the philosopher of balcaonies and bridges and Etna jumping inthe dragon's mouth voluntarily fearless unafraid to take the risks creation requires




 and the after Life that Milton loved and Blake saw and foresaw?




    why deny it you creators of class and money, you capitalist and catholic whipping boys




the flames are roaring already


the gates open


 the pits of hell packed with Popes, Prime Ministers, omnipotent death  , the enemy  ,


   the coward  ,  




crackles ,    sulphur, Lords of Automative Businesses, Microsoft Billionaires, Oil Emirs


     Presidents, past and present, Kings,  
Queens


Emperors


this is hell. Welcome hell  home. Relax take your chairs. Electrify your balls.  the shows just getting going and guess what? there's no ending


it goes on forever.




Hell for you never ends


. Do you think Blake would hear? or the dead children  the wounded world wide hear you as you scream from the gas burns, the infinite  punch, and whack of doctor death and the Mean Lady?




---- I don't think the dead refugees hear.


 God dont hear hes blowing clouds


  G_ D  


   D&G. Immanance as heaven is heaven is future becoming.....


Good to see you . Here. Shall we take the elevator?




Forgive everything? Bowing . Blowing.  forgive the rain. the reign  


    forgive the river   .                  and blow






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abyss


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at times the abyss throws rocks
   at god's craggy face
but god knows better
working a line here, a touch there gabbing the old feast and space

works for love's da but fortresses know better to keep
  the heat in clambering on the roof gazing at the stone hurlers
god's a big fat wussy

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Ah, you just made that up? right? like a woman tenderly kissing her toes.
another lover making mirrors look backwards.
not a forward glance. but hey and ho it's evening trace 
tinkers with a penny's worth at dawn



yesterday I saw a pagan walk up to a vapid virgin statue
her ass glowed glowed up hilted 
i looked her stole a look as 'they' say in the notorious hypothesis
of the immanculinary  ass-fuck


 she peered back we peered and an hour later,
she's telling me her dreams of hindu gropings and many armed goddesses
piling Eve on Eve 
in the fantastic orgy of sleeveless gowns
clad on the oversized statues of that petty country of  Brahma and Gita
& a heavy hipped Kali was it?

 anyhow after the rain it was pouting . ringed by a solid window sore writs and stiff wrists
& the wind banged buckets. up her dress . underneath its holly hell and ho me ha.


just another idol worshipper hoping to get divine favors pulled.
she held me close to her basket we tripped on togas tonsils and tongues

. no stop. come back. call. wait. o. hold your death. there's no one as this like.


And speaking of slaves, what 'christian' ever knew the meaning of the word? and flesh its canal and Canaan always produced figures of roughage.

-------------- Mona gathered the river on her head spitting in god's old hoary face. his prima facie worse than any State as who after all, notwithstanding the russian Dostoyevsky' s fantasy, ever held god closer than Fydor.  'If Christ be not god, I want none of him, I will hack my way through existence alone' ! what malarkey that was!
Good for melodramas of the crucified sort.

___________Mona kissed her festoon ass.

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Dante's




burning lakes  are getting                 bigger  .


  how does hell which is eternal get 'larger' to accomodate the eternal scum heading there from earth?

   those that attacked Earth for decades, days, the  decententials , the whores of cripples,   life haters,

 the ones that supported the earthquake in Haiti,     those who supported the bombing of villages


 the President sending his drones to kill familes of marriages


 the former presidents made of oil and beef


      and the  then , Dante    reassures me it's gotten bigger, and other messengers and voices of the dead  ,

  speak   to             me  ,           with their wishes and hope   s                        the single and plural   ,





  There!  his heavy finger pointing downward    


                   its the lake,   pretty big              boiling over ,  gurgling,,,  hot

 churning round       noisy ,,, i mean turning ,   like  spinning , sor t of or,  chugging
   
       like a  cement mixer  anyhow, its shitty, terrifying     the stink coming up is beyond telling  , i mean  its like the stink o f   say    a  dead street of corpses in   ___ say after an  -----  air-force jet has bombed a civilian district   leaving mothers and babies bloody behind crying
or a village in Africa, the Congo say    where the guerrilas from a so called liberation force have killed everyone
or Laos where millons of tons of bombs were dropped murdering millions
or the   fields of Cambodia
   youc an  name any number of murders and massacres they're all here

  lined up in living color



  down they go
   down

down

down


 the
   escalator to hell



ISp hell
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Upstairs the saints are flying around cloud clovers and over and high sky and cloud cover is  love     .


  how can hell reach heaven?


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2014/06/25

silent


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silent



Sometimes one can barely speak ~ to







days and night s



Call it poetry, writing _ it was a hard time lately, hardship days and week(s)... somewhere one sees a light, hears the sound of hope, and love fine refine. A rain pouring to quench thirst.



Problem with the balcony of black holes is to get out.
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Mozart's desiring-machine?
'Raise your ass to your mouth... ah, my ass burns like fire, but what can be the meaning of that? Perhaps a turd wants to come out... Yes, yes, turd, I know you, I see you, I feel you.. What is this _is such a thing possible? ..." (Mozart letter.. to 'someone' ....)





peace and potatoes
wherever
you go
where ever you go
go go
potatoes potatoes
potatoes




blessed are the meek
the meek the meek the potatoes
potatoes
taties
&
onions


blessed r the tatoes
the toes
blesse'd are the tomatoes
the tay n tay
the po
tay
to


bles
r
the peace potatoe
fakirs
the fakirs
fakirs fakirs

blessed are th e y






building bridges
ridges
riding






potatoes in crevasses of ridges
tomatoes &







~~~
bless'd

r the feet
the feet that grow potatoes potatoes
not Illyium and the "glory" of gore


bless'd the corn
blessed their kids feet
blown by this war



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~
the little guys
cant ever
win
genst'
the
big
ones
&
you
kill
yer
love
kill
yer love
the way
the way
they do




(2007)

Heathens

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heathens is a nice word

   it's made of he and hen and then

  & prayer is rare


it rhymes




someway or another

 'maybe'  'perhaps,'      'was it your  hips?'

  & the way you  read down a t the beach place




prayer's simple dial tone
an after-life to god and all

                       'lifers' 
 eafers and dumbers as the maiden



 

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Implausible italic


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  it's so much finer to read


' Small
white mouths of flower

drink light.'




   without the italic    ~


  words like those are kind
  without   the 'so' or adjective knocking the shit,or hell out of plane sense,

yes plane, not plain  plain song
  nothing sweeter than a woman in plane song

planular as  a bee stocking honey

between her legs 

 between her knees
 like bites of flesh
 the honey 





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2014/06/21