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ike a saint with a ny twisted thumb your mouth's grimace is grimoire to
the overbearing pulse ofa god burning thieves with fire and humdinger
to one single truth ~ the forfeit fire burning at your feet
tinder, timber, a clasping ash creates passage to your lent spent through
your trusted servant the little devil with his eye in a poke
or say a cheap tale of four rooms one with the dead Indian, the other crammed
with imitation Shakespeares, rough ditties, nudes boxing shadow upon shadow,
shared windpipes, invasions, and evasions beyond repairing, a city absent of
dead angels
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like any bum saint witha twisted tonsure you thrust the needle through your thumb or
this bastard with his boat in London living the bigshot life while fellows in the college
starve or half starve while he gets the best capitalism has to offer a hidalgo of
shit, you know, diamonds, furs, chrome plated sideboards, gleaming dishes,
and babe after babe of whatever gender a particular lust and moment requires
the last thing anyone wants to see is a man riding an ibis!
riding a bicycle in his bed!
only the name Miriam makes you beautiful ~
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Hmm thinking of this And: so, i'd say it was a draft, but i cannot stand that word/ It reeks of hidden perfectionism ~ so Its
not a draft, it s a version , i don't mean that in some lazy way, but I
wrote it fast, as I write nearly everything / fast/ and that's a habit
from performing for some years with musicans and writing for the idea
of live performance /
writing for blogs is a little like Live Performance except it ain't
ina live show
you can't re do a post!
So here's the thing writing for blog/performance is
like being between a recording space
and a live performance
that's the best to think about it
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So say I write something with some idea in my head
and post it here or any of the 20 blogs with different thematics I got on the go
its a virtual connection to the print or typed work
dig?
__________________- But bodies ? what a re bodies
if they are neither printed or read
if bodies are virtual are they
kind?
________________________________ i have known some kind virtual bodies
and i've knownthe other type
the world is a type-
but to rage because it does not conform to one's preconceived ideas is a useless gesture ~
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i say turn
the blog writing machine into something you can own for yourself
as one did and does with any other promsing artistic medium
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