___________
2015/06/29
2015/06/28
notes forverse
_____________
you see_ not ready to post yet.
You see the air,
it's her. Near you.
Proche close
like in the movie.
Here here, there there. Whisper
tomyself Go there! go there!
I go to the city of light.
Finding the sweet one.
Longings
-------------
there _
Category: Writing and Poetry
There is an elephant que j'aime
delicat
(delicat dainty cher doigt d'elle)
as the air, she is, sweeter than touch.
She's there, she's here. Appearing ......
Not a hammer, mais un leger foret d'un amant ~ .
Je connais pas ce foret tres bien,
But what I know mais ce que je connais
J'aime bien. Je voir un chemin .
Moi perdue, trouve . Par elle,
Elle fort foret de fort .
______________________________________________________
___________________________ 12.8.07_____________________________
Heathens
.
heathens is a 'nice' word
nice word nice word nice word niceword iceward icewarduh icewar
it's made of he and hen and then
& prayer is rare
it rhymes
someway or another
& the way you read down a t the beach place
prayer's simple dial tone
an after-life to god and all
.
________________________________
25.6.14
heathens is a 'nice' word
nice word nice word nice word niceword iceward icewarduh icewar
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
.
________________________________
25.6.14
2015/06/27
de l’interprétation à l’expérimentation II
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
could i have gotten her pregnant? through the flower of the blog?
her pregnancy my thought
her body around the hand of the sky
?
--------------------------
could i have gotten her pregnant? through the flower of the blog?
her pregnancy my thought
her body around the hand of the sky
?
--------------------------
2015/06/26
her face
hand . next word as you vowel cant find t it . hers your s . was i jealous
of what you could not have.
totalo cocolo. something like this. wind is sweeping the door. mourn one grief.
(somewhere nietzsche talks about being 'jealous of one's own soliutude' )
(somewhere nietzsche talks about being 'jealous of one's own soliutude' )
(on the other hand you can get sick from being alone too much , by force)
sharp as a wave cupped over her cheek. now the one on top or below.but both
beneath love's breeze. our plage sur the infinite trottoir of the city.
___________________
her face appeared tender____
her(e)
_________________
2015/06/25
re re each word
___________
those two were written a few 'chapters' back on different strata/ or smooth bellies of the tarmic
fate
_______________
you're happier with them now?
_________________________
those two were written a few 'chapters' back on different strata/ or smooth bellies of the tarmic
fate
_______________
you're happier with them now?
yes but not so happy without her
explain more
later i cant just now/i've got to visit someone in hospital /
the dog day nights
dentist/ mail the gov.a letter
it's a life isn't it?
after a fashion
there's always more poetry
and her?
i'll tell you about her anon
he'll speak about her
_________________________
Re -----each word
______________________________
Franny's got: each word by the button . of a sudden southerly fright.
not the dying haunts
nor flying geese
but this fleece golden
between the button
no one takes her too somberly! a shout glance! a rearward horse plunging forth the froth laughing back hung up on the air
Jill squares the circle nightly with 'her buttocks' blooming a wet cement pavement cigarello. no more I to the tuning of the third person.
Franny's got: each word by the button . of a sudden southerly fright.
not the dying haunts
nor flying geese
but this fleece golden
between the button
no one takes her too somberly! a shout glance! a rearward horse plunging forth the froth laughing back hung up on the air
Jill squares the circle nightly with 'her buttocks' blooming a wet cement pavement cigarello. no more I to the tuning of the third person.
Dear "I " you are no more. A few left bushes to the hutton .
a word prepared for escape.
but even then pissed to the edge of its 'ever green' forest orb and robin to your hood.
----------------------------------------------------------
each word
inn(finite) (s)
roll upward
____pretend a page _________
Between each word Mona hangs a wreckage night| a ball pruned to pollarded circumstance| a rocking ball askant the worked ouns of the belly goating perch.
A round the island kirk and hill bustle with
the hustle a wall of water
Not here or near it explains what's come to past.
Now your memory 's a a a fear which come to fresh posture in that rank branch of what was it's killing
Thence its work bines the cow requisite to its fearful throng. A word creates another beside twitching weir crumbled
at the near end of the edge of a word of the spotless of
pier? Mona 'shair raising failure /allure. Jill's product is the hummerdrummer J_____. The dancer ina chair without fail her fauve past has not pastshe's rigged to a chair dancing still this fauve breast her hips wore swinging chairs to
breath again
Jill steels herself pen
Franny or Fanny fainting finding dharma of good looks Buddha not a simple recogition but a working to the creating
----------------
2015/06/23
Re: ...remanded
...remanded
rhymes
with commanded.
.
okay back to rhymes climb dime
command remand
demand
______________________________________
rhymes
with commanded.
& what happens to those that don't follow commands? Ah! what eerie fate! a lover's choice!
to fall down on the ground! in hate! and remand! a demand! a command! a custer's last
stand? but the rhyme putters off like any goodness sake &
life's short but brutal.
okay back to rhymes climb dime
command remand
demand
______________________________________
'out
An Observation __ Mona's career point . No one has a dog a dig a dig's where you camp out.
______
____
'between each moment a radical taste for life sojourns us.
not governed by the idea of anything we move on
taking our carpenters with us left right to the song out front
does any recognize the kit moment ?
a through innocence believes its hour tacking
at sunrise blinking at a word's carnal color
close to a fragrant rose vivified by plus and minus
antonymed and sanctified a taste long worn its sunrise'
(catch this please it's as a collaege a bit of torn paper)
___________________________________________________________________________
She wrote that quite awhile ago?
Yes I did i mean she did in her spare time catching a train
not a
Is that sort of a versicle to written rages of booth? A booth in air where she lives. I am envious. coveting her strange evenings.
_______________________
_____________________________________________________________________
She wrote that quite awhile ago?
Yes I did i mean she did in her spare time catching a train
not a
Jill'd held the hugger-mugger long enough but can't find her mothe r. Running across the double circumflex of a crucifixion he had to get out of a fast moving chariot avoiding Roman gladiators onthe way and other arseholes bargained by the toot toot of the Dominion of Canada.
Is that sort of a versicle to written rages of booth? A booth in air where she lives. I am envious. coveting her strange evenings.
_______________________
_____________________________________________________________________
...remanded
_______________________________________________________________________
love continually demanded of me
.
love continually demanded of me
.
2015/06/22
... bond... on ... y r ....
you gonna need some body on your bond
You're gonna need somebody on your bond
lord, Just wait in the midnight when death comes
slippin' in your room in your room on your bond! waiting in the midnight when the death comes //?! Opposite Direction Marquees>>> i was a fine musican once...! wating for someone on yr bond i came to jesus once i was worried weary an sad ... o n my bond your hand my hand on our bond on your lap and our bond on our land .. round midnight in your room ! in my bed in our bed we're gonna need somebody on our bond in that day i m thinking in our heart slippin' in your room
You're gonna need, ah, somebody on your bond
! slippin' in your room
------------------------------------
Wore a hat kept a bed, mailed herself upside down.
the birds ring
Lord, Just wait in the midnight when death comes
You're gonna need, ah, somebody on your bond
------------------------------------
2015/06/18
...said
.
I said to her ... or was thinking of saying ,
or she was thinking
do you like ice-cream better than my bum?
I wanted to say, with a smile laughing the way we do
I'd prefer your ice-cream bum
any old day !
.
got a
_________________
Mona's got a jacket between her legs that says hey nonny-nonny this is most golly-jolly with a hey an ho an this life's most naughty for the taughty for the lossy the lousy?
Mona's got a jacket between her legs that says hey nonny-nonny this is most golly-jolly with a hey an ho an this life's most naughty for the taughty for the lossy the lousy?
This was after reading Klo... she went skiing 'down' the existential slope her ontological salad a missing wound to her salient summer.
One of the fifth and lasts? what summer brings? who knows how the hammer of repetition charms out its difference to the god-sake of the becomings.
________________
two ____On an old run down balcony I am standing there taking shelter from the rain
____________________________
______________________________
____________________________________
__________
___________________________
_____________________
2
______________________________
__________________________________________________
____________
_________________________
_________________________
.
..farrow
.
give them bread not water Socrates
on the tips of your finger at the arroyo a sand storm brewing? it's keen hearing that wind .. hurts
the ear ~
.
________________
________
____ ______
____
________
__
________
_________ _______
___
_____
____ ______
____
________
__
_________
___
________
_________ _______
____________
___
2015/06/17
LonG SilVer ExECution Dock ________________________
________________________________________________________________ Below the thunders of the upper deep,
Far far beneath in the abysmal sea,
His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee
About his shadowy sides: above him swell
Huge sponges of millennial growth and height;
And far away into the sickly light,
From many a wondrous grot and secret cell
Unnumbered and enormous polypi
Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green.
There hath he lain for ages and will lie
Battening upon huge seaworms in his sleep,
Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
Then once by men and angels to be seen,
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.
--------------------------
Alfred Lord Tennyson
===================
I spy ... they spy ... C spy
_____________________________________
I spy with my little eye
they spy on us & we try to spy back
but the big bad goverment gets to spy badder than all of the rest of us combined
who aren't trying to 'spy' at all but just to SEE where we are going
ng Act and the Secure Air Travel Act, to amend the Criminal Code of Canada, the Canadian Security Intelligence Service Act and the Immigration and Refugee Protection Act.
"So, Canadians should ask themselves," wrote Atwood in an email response, "what happens if their name gets onto an Enemies List by mistake, or even on purpose, through malevolence (their girlfriend's ex-boyfriend doesn't like them, etc.) and their life is messed up, their future is destroyed, they can't fly anywhere, their IP is stolen and sold (why not? Very tempting), their identity is hacked and tampered with, etc.?"
"What recourse would they have? If any? How would they even know who had falsely accused them?"
"This kind of absolutist government power takes us back to the age of the Inquisition."
about Bill C51 the terrible blight which now become law
the conservatives passed - the liberals supported it __
The NDP was against from the word go and rightly so
... saint
.
Apollonia ..... the patron saint
those suffering toothache, dental damage, extractions .... and unnecessary unasked suffering .. pray for us that cannot afford the dentist's charge!
those whose teeth were rotted before they were born
& those that never learned to floss properly
now toothless or gummy!
no more able to indulge in the savoury capitalist's delectations of this and that
and those and these...
who's laughter is gummy
who's kisses yummy
! !
pray for us and them
pray for our teeth gold and silver enamel
but not white pray not Saint white, but red red red a s the beauty of its boldness
_______________________
__________________________
Saint Apollonia pray for me now
patron saint
________________________ at night & at dayApollonia ..... the patron saint
those suffering toothache, dental damage, extractions .... and unnecessary unasked suffering .. pray for us that cannot afford the dentist's charge!
those whose teeth were rotted before they were born
& those that never learned to floss properly
now toothless or gummy!
no more able to indulge in the savoury capitalist's delectations of this and that
and those and these...
who's laughter is gummy
who's kisses yummy
! !
pray for us and them
pray for our teeth gold and silver enamel
but not white pray not Saint white, but red red red a s the beauty of its boldness
_______________________
|
__________________________
2015/06/16
it ... hit .. me...
__________________________
yesterday evening when i was speaking it hit me that the story of
jesus is about a man and his father
that the similarity between
a man & his father who was not there
(is not far-fetched)
(and whose son is sacrificed)
sacrifices his son
(or asks and is given 'voluntarily' that life )
& where is the mother
for the bastard son
and the 'foster-father'
and the parallels of that to my own journey
the half dozen foster mothers
the false violent foster fathers
looming over threatening
the kid walking home from school
that was violent
the neglect in the last place
ongoing
till the first rebellion
______________
yesterday evening when i was speaking it hit me that the story of
jesus is about a man and his father
that the similarity between
a man & his father who was not there
(is not far-fetched)
(and whose son is sacrificed)
sacrifices his son
(or asks and is given 'voluntarily' that life )
& where is the mother
for the bastard son
and the 'foster-father'
and the parallels of that to my own journey
the half dozen foster mothers
the false violent foster fathers
looming over threatening
the kid walking home from school
that was violent
the neglect in the last place
ongoing
till the first rebellion
______________
Re: dispossessed
Not that one should hate , on the contrary , it's hatred that blocks the view, resentment makes us sick and
crazy however in a world of injustice with pain raining around us day and night
it is at times
the only space
hmm it's like that slogan I saw painted on the fence years back
Angry can be an EnERGy
so yeah spiritually angry is crazy
but if one can convert __ harness that negative charge turning it positive well then\
there's a flow then isn't there
2
families
this thing family is a farce
i've heard nothing of these people known as such for months
and the other day i am on the road waiting on a bus
& looking up i see this SUV and a woman inside pulling up the window and some guy staring with sunglasses and realizing its my brother i smile and its boiling Hot out and the bus looks to be late and I say hey and so on
a
and ask for aride to the metro
a ride a simple ride
no can do im told
we're heading down here for 'lunch'
well I said to myself when that was over
i've no connect any longer to those people none at all
i've no brother i know of
not one born fromthe same mother
that's for sure
not one born from the same father
the one I knew
this guy in the SUV
with the 75 dollar sunglasses
he's not my brother
& the creature driving his vehicle was a just somone
from a another planet
(they're not my friends/not my enemies
they're just nothing to me)
3
i went on my bus ride
(on my way)
alone ¬ alone
with all of the other people
without a ride
4
it ' s funny when i think about it/ this guy with the SUV the one born
from the same mother/he's not anyone i know/
a mirage
____________________________
5
who're these people the strangers
in the rear view mirror of the family
a coincidence of blood but Able &
Cain was a drama kicked off
the paradigm
one doesn't want to see this thing repeated
so let's retreat into a nother world
____________
dispossessed
___________
when you 've been dispossessed all of your life you can only hate those who possess.
____________
when you 've been dispossessed all of your life you can only hate those who possess.
____________
2015/06/15
and? what pray are thee doing?
I am fiddling around
and as there has been no fiddle nor fife
i've found a fridge a fried egg between each pipe
.
.
A And
___________________________________________________________
and it was something hoeing down going down
yet clear to its firesome choice the book greensward to the melted freeze
on the mountains as the bare top of a tree swore
she pillaged my lips
yetdead from lack of use
there bliss was gone
not haunted by a real kiss
and it was something hoeing down going down
yet clear to its firesome choice the book greensward to the melted freeze
on the mountains as the bare top of a tree swore
she pillaged my lips
yetdead from lack of use
there bliss was gone
not haunted by a real kiss
______________________________________________
or that
.
of that which is born who say a lively interaction of the text and its recomposing Reader and the ghost of dead not really close to this upset worth worndering its pitch is not a situation of the text that speaks for itself and Asks to be read and re-read in the misprision of its clinamen. A climax of death and spasm followed by the puling lie of reincarnation Verloush schizoyourheart's friend.a body like this between her(e)pages my friend. the anger rosing up a well geyser busting the roof of the born manchild and the hurly burly man asked about the tenth weed and the
sunkalone path of the lover body groan not home found to her reaching for it's a read thing to be seen this way as a piece of something the side the citron
.
of that which is born who say a lively interaction of the text and its recomposing Reader and the ghost of dead not really close to this upset worth worndering its pitch is not a situation of the text that speaks for itself and Asks to be read and re-read in the misprision of its clinamen. A climax of death and spasm followed by the puling lie of reincarnation Verloush schizoyourheart's friend.a body like this between her(e)pages my friend. the anger rosing up a well geyser busting the roof of the born manchild and the hurly burly man asked about the tenth weed and the
sunkalone path of the lover body groan not home found to her reaching for it's a read thing to be seen this way as a piece of something the side the citron
of the friend did not call and the hall broke then its steadfast lonelybalonely between the mouths of
forgever .
.
'tape....'
.
________
You've written a lot of poems.
Would you describe what you do as inter-disciplinary?
That's a lot of poems and for nothing too....
what made you do it?
I was an artist, I had to do something. Started when i was young, kept going. through thin and thick. thither and hither
shimmy this an shimmythat.
had to something with my time.... like anyone else . the e l e c tric f o r c e o f l i f e
.
___________
________
You've written a lot of poems.
About a million.in the tens of thousands? hundreds? really it was only 12 you wrote yes it 's a culture of
Would you describe what you do as inter-disciplinary?
for sure but it doesn't put bread on the table
and it won't get me a canada council grant, nor pay the dentist,
that's all been taken up by others who are better at that sort of thing, you know, labelling , cataloguing , con vincing and persuading someone that they can do something, and maybe it's even
'cultural' and worthy of investing in....
that's the way it goes, you know it s patronage of one sort or another ...
whether institutional or not...
That's a lot of poems and for nothing too....
what made you do it?
I was an artist, I had to do something. Started when i was young, kept going. through thin and thick. thither and hither
shimmy this an shimmythat.
had to something with my time.... like anyone else . the e l e c tric f o r c e o f l i f e
.
___________
2015/06/14
Temporary Closed
_________________
Temporary Closed Temporarily Closed Temporarily Closed Temporary Closed Temporary Closed
revisions etc. etc revision ....
____________________
2015/06/13
2015/06/10
'nota'
__________________________
of course everything that he writes is pure fiction.
______________he's a multimillionaire'
______________shitloads of loot pour from his arse nightly. filthy lucre. __ a diamond dagger a night.
__________one wouldnt want to take the words of a poet seriously. figurative language doesn't add up to 'figures'______________
_______________
of course everything that he writes is pure fiction.
______________he's a multimillionaire'
______________shitloads of loot pour from his arse nightly. filthy lucre. __ a diamond dagger a night.
__________one wouldnt want to take the words of a poet seriously. figurative language doesn't add up to 'figures'______________
_______________
words and money
Were
I to be paid for the words I have written , on the blogs alone, I would
have paid the the (my) debt over many times. were the words I wrote in
the essays, tests, exams, memoirs, the words I spent in courses, the
times I asked questions, the times I replied, the times I assisted other
students, and the dissertation, even with the money 'given' to
complete the years of study,___ (or those years of volunteer work__(while the fat got fat and vacations) and the noisy apartments ___ the moves, __ one box after another ___ I would have paid this debt and the
bursaries. Of course, the work I did that I was paid for is another
matter, but we are not counting this. I think it would be interesting to
present a case, in 'the motion' along these lines to explain my own
situation. perhaps that is far-fetched, but when one's facing the odds
there may be something to consider in marshalling something of this
response if it comes to court. I don't know.
If my words are worth nothing, if what I have done amounts to nothing, then what has this been for?
When asked someone says , am I guilty, was I in bad faith? or if the question's posed :
"should there be 'more for the poor'? Ah, yes, more welfare, I think there should more yes."
More welfare, yes, but also more spreading of the wealth to the hungry . and the forlorn and the rest of 'them.
I am writing this as I am so pissed off at their stupid little machine, that I feel like just fuck it.
And leaving
and go off somewhere
.
__________________
the river beckons with its deep dark words
the debt collector cranks up the heat
the machine's bleak and IMF pours concrete on the feet of the swollen and dead
the waves's teeth call back with a crash and sound
neglect neglect neglect
there is no call so solemn
it's cheap to write words
not the rich famous words of the puffy drunk
but the dead and the living
-----------------------------------
_____________________________________
2015/06/09
.. waiting for
_______________________
waiting for the gov. is always 'not' fun
they're good at making people wait they make
a living do that
waiting in lines here and hither
waiting in back-rooms waiting in war zones
in bedrooms and lovers beds and in the sun's shadow with
an infinite taxation
provoking guilt want and need as a matter of course
controlling the lives, displaying the death
perpetrating the fist
choking up the passage
blocking out the free ways where one might leave linger and love
a touch longer giving life more than death
they'd rather make you wait
till yr breath gasps
&yr heart chokes
keeling over croaking right?
it's what they do
claiming all the while
it's love, and country , and state, and the law
of the fittest
the law of the
debit & credit
where bookeepers are made
mother and child
hanging on the end of their rope
waiting for every meal that brings a cent
or any decent wage getting the rent paid
working at the clock as doom's kicks its bulk around
running down everyone that's ever made a move
to real living not death
as its paid cheap dues
on low interest
& the principle gets frozen
but the interest never stops building
an infinite rent ever rising in the
in the impossible blue
reaching out to the sky a building banging the heavens
w a i t i n g t o c r a s h
& making everyone feel guilty in the process
what sort of thing is this that's escaped human attention so long
there's no poetry there it' just tawdry death
with a dirty old face
.
________________________
a draft
_________________
waiting for the gov. is always 'not' fun
they're good at making people wait they make
a living do that
waiting in lines here and hither
waiting in back-rooms waiting in war zones
in bedrooms and lovers beds and in the sun's shadow with
an infinite taxation
provoking guilt want and need as a matter of course
controlling the lives, displaying the death
perpetrating the fist
choking up the passage
blocking out the free ways where one might leave linger and love
a touch longer giving life more than death
they'd rather make you wait
till yr breath gasps
&yr heart chokes
keeling over croaking right?
it's what they do
claiming all the while
it's love, and country , and state, and the law
of the fittest
the law of the
debit & credit
where bookeepers are made
mother and child
hanging on the end of their rope
waiting for every meal that brings a cent
or any decent wage getting the rent paid
working at the clock as doom's kicks its bulk around
running down everyone that's ever made a move
to real living not death
as its paid cheap dues
on low interest
& the principle gets frozen
but the interest never stops building
an infinite rent ever rising in the
in the impossible blue
reaching out to the sky a building banging the heavens
w a i t i n g t o c r a s h
& making everyone feel guilty in the process
what sort of thing is this that's escaped human attention so long
there's no poetry there it' just tawdry death
with a dirty old face
.
________________________
a draft
_________________
.'. kidnapped... ' robert louis stevenson
___________________________
just about finished it but on the way on the bus, too distracted (by the stars and moon) , to notice, noticing nothing, but my hungry,
in more than one sense,
and arriving home i find i've not got the book
the second to very last chapter of this splendent book
penned by Mister Louis and it's idiom and command its remand , as it were, as it
remand the command of dialect and description , never boring, ever thrilling
a man writing on the run, about a man , on the run ,
it's a memoir a fictional, memoir .
an I that's fictional, it's fascinating that period of literature,
it's where i fancy myself as the I of his writings, mine that have borne much, suffering ,a lone a rock in a dessert of pears, pairs, peaches,
of apple pie and families gone by and far, and one knowing never the 'truth' of one's history, the 'true
'
s tory of the black-outs before the blackouts in that father and family on the run
and the broken teeth,
and the heart ache, and his quick departure, there was no night, it was the first black out of my life,
his death,
a god dying before my helpless arms
.
No wonder the guy on the cross looked familiar, it looked my father
__________________Ah, but night was an arm,
he was not of course, I knew that, but the kid
doing his communion, 'holy communion' a head full of tears
and Chinese eyes did he know thus?
there was nothing. No one to carry him off.
And the streets became a splendid dream
of freedom
and 'to hell with it'
.
O cloud and night
aid me
Compass me with your love
.
.
just about finished it but on the way on the bus, too distracted (by the stars and moon) , to notice, noticing nothing, but my hungry,
in more than one sense,
and arriving home i find i've not got the book
the second to very last chapter of this splendent book
penned by Mister Louis and it's idiom and command its remand , as it were, as it
remand the command of dialect and description , never boring, ever thrilling
a man writing on the run, about a man , on the run ,
it's a memoir a fictional, memoir .
an I that's fictional, it's fascinating that period of literature,
it's where i fancy myself as the I of his writings, mine that have borne much, suffering ,a lone a rock in a dessert of pears, pairs, peaches,
of apple pie and families gone by and far, and one knowing never the 'truth' of one's history, the 'true
'
s tory of the black-outs before the blackouts in that father and family on the run
and the broken teeth,
and the heart ache, and his quick departure, there was no night, it was the first black out of my life,
his death,
a god dying before my helpless arms
.
No wonder the guy on the cross looked familiar, it looked my father
__________________Ah, but night was an arm,
he was not of course, I knew that, but the kid
doing his communion, 'holy communion' a head full of tears
and Chinese eyes did he know thus?
there was nothing. No one to carry him off.
And the streets became a splendid dream
of freedom
and 'to hell with it'
.
O cloud and night
aid me
Compass me with your love
.
.
2015/06/07
...burns
____________________
in this instance, the cigarette burns in lieu of her lips
her kiss his kiss around a circle of her arms
that spare nothing /when loving
but the breath's caught for the nonce
in the ember of this far
but how a silhouette hints at desire's longing
a body created wanted abody longed for
__________
these
___________________
these nights of days/he wakes night/day between dawn dusk across a sky that's not known to his eyes in person over a water that's deep across a wide body of water/ and
in her body of water
day of nights
nights of day
night of day
lips of clay
are her eyes okay
_________________________
2015/06/03
re .. clip.. listing
________________________
.more anon then
______________________
we'll return to this mister language maker.
.more anon then
______________________
.. clip.. listing
.
... the world stands on it head though
as you will ...
he was worn with the
he was burned with not with but a the stood at rainbow or the end of a wharf .
but an ill-bred reader'd never grasp this. as the death of the english voice drowning
but the he. the he at each pavement step not the cut off of . whatwas admired in death had never been his path
a road of destruction they had chosen not his. his had been the turning around of the dot in the sentence of death. the death sentence.
the one troubled sentence consisting of subject object verb
. he'd kick a ball instead with periods. . at both ends. making his own sentence forms. as it was creation mattered not the imposing warlogs of construed after the fact directions on the flow of traffic, language's traffic. more than a run on sentence but sentences running, listing, cupping, , ramming , banging,,
bundling,
humming, cambering, truant bastards o f the line of hip , hand, and eye , a flickering ,
_______________________
More anon then.
... the world stands on it head though
as you will ...
he was worn with the
he was burned with not with but a the stood at rainbow or the end of a wharf .
but an ill-bred reader'd never grasp this. as the death of the english voice drowning
but the he. the he at each pavement step not the cut off of . whatwas admired in death had never been his path
a road of destruction they had chosen not his. his had been the turning around of the dot in the sentence of death. the death sentence.
the one troubled sentence consisting of subject object verb
. he'd kick a ball instead with periods. . at both ends. making his own sentence forms. as it was creation mattered not the imposing warlogs of construed after the fact directions on the flow of traffic, language's traffic. more than a run on sentence but sentences running, listing, cupping, , ramming , banging,,
bundling,
humming, cambering, truant bastards o f the line of hip , hand, and eye , a flickering ,
clicker, of a phrase, ham strung in the ward of what a language might do on a given second.
_______________________
More anon then.
2015/06/02
the world
______________________________________________________________
the world is an aeroplane . and a telephone too. an ear walking the très street amble of the ville
across the betweens and belongs.
the locks of the Lachine canal rise up and go down as stairs crunching the piece of time.
and its dozen beauties. that take you so long to imitate you never realise you're going past them.
before you're gone.
and the clock shrinks. back. like saran wrap is it called. or the dusty road in the page. a ringing stone
beckoning rage. or the prophet himself with his glasses
quietly speaking reminding listeners of what's gone wrong and not to forget.
the clouds melt and pelt backwards their rose colour.
_________________________
the world is an aeroplane . and a telephone too. an ear walking the très street amble of the ville
across the betweens and belongs.
the world is a raspberry. a boysenberry at five o'clock.
the locks of the Lachine canal rise up and go down as stairs crunching the piece of time.
but you say how can stairs crunch bits of time in its hands but the hands of the stairs are like windows. or gore bulls in this strange painting of reality.
and its dozen beauties. that take you so long to imitate you never realise you're going past them.
before you're gone.
and the clock shrinks. back. like saran wrap is it called. or the dusty road in the page. a ringing stone
beckoning rage. or the prophet himself with his glasses
quietly speaking reminding listeners of what's gone wrong and not to forget.
the clouds melt and pelt backwards their rose colour.
_________________________
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)