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2015/09/30

2015/09/28

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when it comes to death there's no nationality



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  death's more than national  its out over all boundaries
                international
    political

                 when's it not political     ~


__________ do our lives become fully fictional at our death?

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2015/09/25

Gilles Deleuze: "Uma felicidade estranha" (legendas em português)

Composição de relações ao som de uma música de Rodolphe Burger & Olivier Cadiot ("Je nage" / "Eu nado"), com trechos falados de uma aula de Gilles Deleuze: "Espinosa: Imortalidade e Eternidade", de 1981. Music "Je Nage" by Rodolphe Burger & Olivier Cadiot ( • ) Category Sports Licence Standard YouTube Licence

re corruption

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Corruption is a virtually institutional way of life  in the province of Quebec.

it works from the side to the diagonal to the top along and skimming across the top

                           and right through sailing right on down the hundreds


of bottoms

                           and now with the  300 million that's going to be spent on the Royal Victoria Hospital

      to keep it looking pretty
                             and tidy up its loose ends
       
after all it's an 'historic site' 

    needing maintainence

                           everyone just loves seeing its gloomy spires atop the city

a  big feasibility study  that wont cost more than   8   million



 and they wonder
    they wonder how come
                         & why   people everyone

                       just people all the people across the spectrum of life are cynical

                        as

                          what else can there be if cynicism (captialism's latest disease
                                                    yet another Ism  )

                                                                                       just a  taken as a matter of regular life    .













2015/09/21

Re: alexander p assisted me...

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 and a handful of others were worked with me          in the high wire

              

                          of     the 



                    p            e             r
         f         o             r    m   a      n c e   







 (it was the invention of god that really drove 'em crazy



 Nietzsche's Daughter had been rich, complex, layered,



            but IoG was dangerous, threatening, with airplanes in the sky!
w eaving words of love         dram a  and high acting



  cops and robbers



                  & electric poetry threatened to knock em all their seats    !





 so it got thrown





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   the dead rushing in right off with praying to stamp it out


 then the next to dead the not quite deaders and deadest and hatErs 


came trumbling along


  fools and dead beats


           no hearts in their heads

                 no heads anywhere in their bodies

 confronted by the grand slam uncle to poetry that I was  







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              they were impressed with music
                                                                           & i knew it was a beast
            a  god
                               that had to be trained

                     if need be with a whip
                                                               or better yet  a hammer
                                      
                      in the coiling cage of its rage


                                            a n  insane  god that had eaten itself alive

                             in the monstrous and worse moils of
                                        the gyrating beat
                                                      of the world beast

                          nasty chains of its deterritorialized lust


                     nor the dumb drum beats of iambic pentameter

                                      droning its own ever repetitious sleep in a snore
   
          across the vacuous or the vacancie of north america


  yes there was music   Oh yes but surrounded with a veiled cage
 grounding in the crawl of the human voice

                                  




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Re: alexander p assisted me...







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alexander p assisted me...

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  all those years back  or ago when those jackasses some of whom were  close in breathing
  
     right down             next to me 'down my back'  ..'my neck'   (them guys, mostly alway guys  that criticized me an my work of the day and night of what it was i was doing at   a  time    _


                                       _____________ i never believed them





always knew they were off  an wrong

  but it was fun playing them along

        it made them better artists in the end 
   
  better than they might ever have been  were i not there 

        hadn't I not done the contradictory things  i did


    way over their head

somesaulting & acrobating classical music
                        & at the same moment as the dadaesque moment of rocked it's roll baby
       the jazz dig of atonal

               god and female muse present in the body of Pat Macgeachy



         

                and a handful of others were worked with me          in the high wire


             
                          of   my       p            e             r            f         o             r    m   a      n c e        ~ 










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.. saunter home...

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And in the meantime I walked home and wanted to kiss you and hold my arms around your waist.
and tenderly hold you whispering my words of love and lust to you
crying in your heart and your ear.
to kiss your hair.






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2015/09/19

keep

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Mister D we gotta fix this one up ya dig?

surely to be I do and do

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  saint of knee and debt pray for me
   saint of debted knee pray for it
         tutelary deity of debt brought on by knee and study
     dance and infinite walkin an waitin

                    of sittin' an 
                             writin'\

   saint of heart pray for us
              pray for the heart beating regular
                           knee moving rhythmically

saints of leftist and good socialist
    pray for the end of filthy lucre

   & disgusting wealth of the few

over the millions of many

 pray for the millions of many

thriving in their strength

   thriving in our strength


contrary to the dirge of the herd



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2015/09/15

Babette!

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Babette baBeTte BABette


Babette baBeTte BABette 


Babette baBeTte BABette  






baBeTte                                                 b aBeTte                                                      baBeTte 





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2015/09/11

Re: .. time ..

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   and shld i do such a thing as go to that other place of the public sphere
        
                                        Mozart will accompany   me
                                                 
                                                                                     & perhaps one other   alexander Pope~ who i called on once to assist me~ and it was So     ~.





: .. time ..

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blithe thee~ moon

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thee moon shone like  a  pickle

   'out' there inside the sky



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Alabama Shakes - Hold On

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Just discovered this amazing song and singer 'bout 2hours ago


              'everybody looking at you funny you gottto hoooldddda on ' 


it's that kinda tune gets me moving roun' snappin mah fingahs   '


_________________ its cool to see a woman singing and playin guitar like too its a double speacial _____________________________________________

2015/09/09

make for ....



edges and ledges make for no middles 

  they have to stay in the middle
  when they do so  everything pulls up better



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2015/09/08

cars and colonies

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Post British commonwealth /empire

 trudeau brings the  constitution here
 
   over the decades since    the Irish Anglo  society, once thriving in Montreal and throughout Quebec has been decimated, disappeared,
reduced

the pathetic groping of half assed suburban 'minority' existence

 tv  stations

 radio shows

do not make freedom


 quite the contrary

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  the country as  a whole may have been better off without the so called repatriation of  the so named constitution

    perhaps   but in any event

the English speaking of Quebec have not fared better under it.


___________  English Montreal was wiped out in terms of its visible presence in the City and elsewhere.
the english middle class learned to kiss ass

   and do so very well

  .        daily hourly nightly kissing Ass.

the so called social advances   of this society of Qubec society have been the bloated civil service laden over unionzied  fat cat

        guaranteed safety for the few with more and more private insurance and 

  pea-nuts and sewer water for the rest


-------------------- Oh Canada O Quebec

   and O Montreal

  with your metro station and public buildings named after clerical fascists
   and you wonder Montreal why they leave
    how come the best leave and  shall  again 

leave you

 with shit and 

O Montreal

Your Hochelega shall sink.


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  Historical betrayals in the end always turn against themselves.


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some idiots still call it the two solitudes

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Labour day.



  it was once called

 two  

solitudes


e
  of  the two so called founding people of this province but really now

  its no solitude and the remains the very little remains of the IrishAnglo community 's existence here has been wiped out ,

   is being wiped out,
   and will continue to be wiped  out


.   that is the patrimony    .

                    the rest is chicken feed and a cowardice stemming from the interests of those that ruled and still continue to rule the roost

   the big banks and the rest of 'em.


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2015/09/07

too bad

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  it's too bad but the voice recordings do not seem to work on mobile phones or if they do I 've not been able to  figure out how.
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according a ccordian



how

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How does one explain a creation that's moved so fast it cant keep up with itself? that it's a life not a
head  in the toilet

   that art,   that creating art's a life

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re: bad writing ....



 Bad writing's born everyday!

http://recalltopoetry.blogspot.ca/2006/06/says-to-meis-void-moon.html





  yes and that was a perfect example of it  : the vanishing subject, weird object , misconstrued phrasal verbs, misplaced idea and an assumed fiction that is not your own.



you ought to be ashamed of the person who wrote that.



but we don't take it too seriously do we now,



   it was fiction



both in format



form an



content



an



we



gotta



have



fun





.



have



our breakfast



& lunch



cause lunatics run the world



amok



us  other ones, us lovers, and adults of the dust , we gotta keep ducking keep our heads



      below the fire so 's to live this life....





is there is no change  then ? no justice  ?



indeedthere is there is it's hidden across the columns of time and universe

. everyone knows the good news



  but keep , everybody keeps talking about the bad news.









  all the news that's fit to print?men in suits, wearing ties and /white shirts



             took over the planet it's been over a  hundred years now?

                                  the suits and tie.



             go figure.





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labour day




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  it's 56 years today since  the death of Emmett Duffy on Labour day of 1959 he was 29.

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what's all this...



 _-------------------------------------what is all this stuff   ya  a bout recallstopoetry tonight an theresNoOnE there ah


    ---------------------- and What is allthiSstuFf about radiODeleuZe ? 



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2015/09/06

voice recorder


Voice Recorder >>

world know...

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  world know 

          i am taken

  i belong to someone
         
            to her


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2015/09/03

a package ...draft-2

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a  package

...




Sel de l'ille de Re
one cube of brown sugar and one stick wrapped in brown paper
a packet of Mercure soap and one heart shaped bar of the same

an after shave soothing cream and  et Creme riche  l'art du soin
a Givenchy eau de toilette
a marshmallow  i ate right off
a piece of chocolate
 a bag of twiglets
 13 little bags of  teas herbal and other sweet and sour
   overtures they are to the taste bud

Tyrells hand cooked English crisps 
          lightly sea salted

  things to smell
                 eat
                             taste  



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sweets and teas








 __________ draft.
 sweets and tea



Impression draft



 As Jona had an impression Mona danced her dance did her duo . for the second trace. of the lovers and their box. the impatient night. the longing for whole compleat feet to feet meet to meet face to lip

  how the world tore them a p  a  r       t  
   &  di  s  tan ce  did it s  killing           thing



  But Mona knew better than distance which was when all was told a function of strata

               not a line of supple energy creating the plus between 'em

    So how did the lovers get closer than the time of distance deemed them?



Through geology and  not genealogy.


Climbing over the distance of their own bodies strata could they not see one another ? even
if they were in the same city a  t a t    gi ve                  t i  m  e?


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2015/09/01

.. may ....

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Let the angel of serenity protect her throughout her day    




Let 

that  angel


protect


 her   



 

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where have

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 where have you gone little  log

    real recall of life & esprit 
                      in the moment of time
            it's delicate dice


                over the vowels an vows of a instant
                   wave roughing over the other
              announcing its terrible thingajib and  blunder
                    a play coloured by late summer thunder
                 as its blue dog with the sun and road  and
                      many loves crystallizing  i n one  

                     

  as the smallest is not small
            man needs sleep not rum and going under the deathly tow of a man burying his sun in the gear of gin

   as they who rolling in the sand

  gasping to find a voice in the penetrating earth

            holded up on the deck of a ship
                  the old navigator called   out the sponsor

                                 advising guiding      referring to that spirit's bigger quality
            calling on us



                              serving and   loving



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