2015/11/30
S'om pogues partir son voler ___Arany Zoltán aranzoltan
S'om pogues partir son voler
De so don plus a·l cor volon,
Can no·n pot jauzimen vezer,
L'uns dels grans sens fora del mon!
Car, de las grans foudatz que·i son,
Es be la maier, qui s'enten
Segre son dan ad escien,
Car doblamen
Fai faillimen --
Pero greu er fis amics drutz privatz
Si·l bes e·l mals e·l jois e·l dan no·il platz.
Tot aisso mi vengr'a plazer,
Si tot sui el maltraich prion,
S'Amors mi volgues tant valer
Que l'amoros cors deziron
Mi pagues d'un joi jauzion,
Qu'assatz par que for'avinen
Qez agues del ben qui·l mal sen!
Q'ie·n preira cen
Malstraitz sofren,
E fora·m jois e plazers mout onratz,
S'apres cen mals en fos d'un joi pagatz.
2015/11/29
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there at repeal disgrace with fortune & women's eyes I or petitioning all alone beweep my in cast state an trouble deaf heaven with R bootless cries And look were it less toil to sway his nations than consume his life to head an army than to rule a harem A disk of blood distant & heav'ns & earths roll dark between upon herself and curse our fate wishing me like to one more ity-itch rich in hope featur'd like him then strait
commands that at the warlike sound of trumpets loud and clarions be upreard hers mighty standard like him with friends possess'ddessesiring this man's part and that man's scope o so jaonickally all barely in their typtap describing a charming dactylogram of nocturnes tears such as angels weep burst forth at last withal what most enjoy contented least
threw aside her arrowsand laid down her sounding Bow
She sooth'd her with soft words brought her to alamabron's bed
In moments new created for delusion interwoven round about yet yet thence his lustful orgies he enlarg'd buet even to that hill of
scandal by the grove of moloch homicide, lust
hard by hate imyself almost despising haply I think on thee forest huge of spears and when my state like to the shark-lark at break of day arising from sullen earth bring hymns hymneal at heaven's gate for thyore sweet 'ove remember'd For who can think remmissionsuch wealth brings that then you scorn to change my
state witha thingking' silver key through your gate . -
I-m-m-e-d-i-a-t-e-l-y the Lark mounted with a loud trill from C's Vale
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2015/11/28
O Fortuna
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O Fortuna
velut luna statu variabilis, semper crescis aut decrescis; vita detestabilis nunc obdurat et tunc curat ludo mentis aciem, egestatem, potestatem dissolvit ut glaciem. Sors immanis et inanis, rota tu volubilis, status malus, vana salus semper dissolubilis, obumbrata et velata michi quoque niteris; nunc per ludum dorsum nudum fero tui sceleris. Sors salutis et virtutis michi nunc contraria, est affectus et defectus semper in angaria. Hac in hora sine mora corde pulsum tangite; quod per sortem sternit fortem, mecum omnes plangite! |
O Fortune,
like the moon you are changeable, ever waxing and waning; hateful life first oppresses and then soothes as fancy takes it; poverty and power it melts them like ice. Fate – monstrous and empty, you whirling wheel, you are malevolent, well-being is vain and always fades to nothing, shadowed and veiled you plague me too; now through the game I bring my bare back to your villainy. Fate is against me in health and virtue, driven on and weighted down, always enslaved. So at this hour without delay pluck the vibrating strings; since Fate strikes down the strong man, everyone weep with me! __________________________________________ She and was it He to who reading he words in the magic golden book s WASamazed at their perspicacity the Irish girl saying, it's obvious , it's obvious to sing on your head, and (t)read with yer toes.and clothings but to laminate the sticks Now that is another ting! Altogether!alltwogather. with 24 rooms in case you have guests . you become head of the dumb country. country of te dumb .you ve beccome a head-waiter! ahmmmm the dumb-waiter at the gap of the mouth. _________________________ ___________________________
Nothing is easier than to familiarize oneself with the mammalian
brain. Get a sheep's head, a small saw, chisel, and forceps... and unravel the parts ... Gia nodded asleep a drone on Del's sleeve ________________ Once on a time, a schizo time it was a pUblicker offerEd a Booke to a poet, but when it came time to tit-a-tit the publiker got scaredypants and peed and ran when the contract was due its past date of immanence and imminent peril. what then , became of the poet poster?
She blogged her misfortune past the dogs heading foR the hills of hide and plenty mocking and knocking at many doors,
nothing worse than a poet who does not keep her word, replaced displaceD or otherwise
and then Mona,like Orphee besidebefore her Knew that all was Hell.Nope it come
to be another thing. in this bad bad bad world . _______________________So there are fictions and the Mama duffy chronicleto come ~.
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you can feel it
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i can feel it in my bones
(alternate: you can feel it in my bones you can feel it in your alones (alones alones) )
i can see it in my ice-cream cones!
what? winter snows!
& truck blows!
never-ending woes!
hahahhah winter nose!
frozen toes
(alternate as above you can see it in your ice-cream cones your cones your alones)
& forbidden clothes &
an things which glow in the dark~!
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a winter song (old style)_____
i can feel it in my bones
(alternate: you can feel it in my bones you can feel it in your alones (alones alones) )
i can see it in my ice-cream cones!
what? winter snows!
& truck blows!
never-ending woes!
hahahhah winter nose!
frozen toes
(alternate as above you can see it in your ice-cream cones your cones your alones)
& forbidden clothes &
an things which glow in the dark~!
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2015/11/27
_______________'a 'g'ape__'_______
that __________________| the beL_Ow__||||___________
was written a while go back and ought to be framed in with the notion of quantity and quality as it's discussed by Tristan Tzara over the course of several essays written in the 30's & 40's of the last century.almost a hundred since he began to make his mark as one of the several co inventors of daDa the old hobby horse the anti-dialectic. Monsieur Antiphilosophe.
the idea of poetry as knowledge which is exponential to the movement of class history and this is entwined with his understanding of Hegel and Marx and the transformation of property into poetry as a luxury whose event will be for all in the future. as in Lautreomont's cry that Poetry should be Made by all and Everyone .
it seems i gotta take back what I wrote about Pound and Basho. im not sure it would have made any difference had Pound read Basho, prettyset in his ways he was. a racist delire? something each of us faces nowadays. more so as the world splits splinters and falls more apart more than ever, its downward spiral a spin no one has control over diversity become the enemy and the sadness which pervades the world. 'fear to bring children into the world' to quote that old dylan song _ its been a long time since i heard that in my head
agape to the 'whole bluddin world;' 'Sandhyas! Sandhyas! Sandhyas! 1
Calling all downs. Calling all downs to dayne. Array! Surrec-
tion! Eireweeker to the wohld bludyn world '
Joyce's Reprise to the speaker's Wasteland ending....
O Jeff Nuttall wouldst thou wert alive now!
hahhah
Children of ALbion!
there ye have it!
THen
one of the last lines of finnegans wake
One must keep writing the prose poem of one's life and write
24 hrs. a day.
I am always writing even when not with pen in hand.
Dig
,
my favorite word.
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speaking of writing
i found this
Writing is like having sex with a beautiful freak; adventurous and uncomfortable to the extreme." - m. lecrivain 2004i love it
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was written a while go back and ought to be framed in with the notion of quantity and quality as it's discussed by Tristan Tzara over the course of several essays written in the 30's & 40's of the last century.almost a hundred since he began to make his mark as one of the several co inventors of daDa the old hobby horse the anti-dialectic. Monsieur Antiphilosophe.
the idea of poetry as knowledge which is exponential to the movement of class history and this is entwined with his understanding of Hegel and Marx and the transformation of property into poetry as a luxury whose event will be for all in the future. as in Lautreomont's cry that Poetry should be Made by all and Everyone .
Poetry must be made by all and not by one. ...
______________the below is the older text _______________________________________________________________________________
it seems i gotta take back what I wrote about Pound and Basho. im not sure it would have made any difference had Pound read Basho, prettyset in his ways he was. a racist delire? something each of us faces nowadays. more so as the world splits splinters and falls more apart more than ever, its downward spiral a spin no one has control over diversity become the enemy and the sadness which pervades the world. 'fear to bring children into the world' to quote that old dylan song _ its been a long time since i heard that in my head
agape to the 'whole bluddin world;' 'Sandhyas! Sandhyas! Sandhyas! 1
Calling all downs. Calling all downs to dayne. Array! Surrec-
tion! Eireweeker to the wohld bludyn world '
Joyce's Reprise to the speaker's Wasteland ending....
O Jeff Nuttall wouldst thou wert alive now!
hahhah
Children of ALbion!
there ye have it!
THen
one of the last lines of finnegans wake
One must keep writing the prose poem of one's life and write
24 hrs. a day.
I am always writing even when not with pen in hand.
Dig
,
my favorite word.
___________________
speaking of writing
i found this
Writing is like having sex with a beautiful freak; adventurous and uncomfortable to the extreme." - m. lecrivain 2004i love it
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2015/11/24
am A
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you are I am a hippy post punk hippy live like one. Possibilly thee last one. A poet, that is what is
that? something no It is a way
not a way to use people
not a way to use people
or use them. sex has nothing to do. with becomings
.
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You (i) are- am a hip who lives by the word which word a word
not the dirty lie of fantasy
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wait is my body my own?
is your body your own?
your very own body yr very own body?
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Not yours (neither mine mine lover) , you prisoner of love
Not yours (neither mine mine lover) , you prisoner of love
I am the voice which speaks
your name between my sheets
waiting all day long for your name
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A poet a hippy
foR the world to create
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2015/11/19
2015/11/18
Rota Fortunae
- Sors immanis
- et inanis,
- rota tu volubilis,
- status malus,
- vana salus
- semper dissolubilis,
- obumbrata
- et velata
- michi quoque niteris;
- nunc per ludum
- dorsum nudum
- fero tui sceleris.
- . . . . . . . . . .
- Fortune rota volvitur;
- descendo minoratus;
- alter in altum tollitur;
- nimis exaltatus
- rex sedet in vertice
- caveat ruinam!
- nam sub axe legimus
- Hecubam reginam.
2015/11/14
..nature ...
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the schizoid divided & secret? nature of writing ,
breathing , not breathing
the
books , texts , print , writing , film , image , material ,
song, rhapsody, poems, blogs , hands, finger, star,
breathing , not breathing
finding air & death
.
2015/11/13
______________ the ..nature ------------------------------
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the schizoid nature of writing ,
books , texts , print , writing , film , image , material ,
is more than schizoid
its diversiant over a rough cut diamond
better than a woman' s ass
and
worse than her tits
rounder than her lips
crumbling like the rib of any born Adam
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2015/11/10
2015/11/07
did ya
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Did you stand on your head?
---------- O her beauty so ~ in ` had to look away' hurt me / hut me
inside the dog body of alonesss
yet paradox I cant explain the creation flows and Im full of joy that's and that's because of the city
this city's full of joy for me as its creation swirls round and round and my creation keeps going
it's all imaginary and i love it
what is creation but faith? i have the faith of creation not quitting the song half way as its gleaming sideways running on the wharf of the winter city
She came to me last night a word in he r hand and an empty dress her breast s speaking to me
each man knows this
woman know as they know the cold the collective the solidarity between men and women
the warmth
it s why i dont share the current rash for marriage among the homogenized hordes rushing to carrying what's institutional to the next level of normativity
god forbid! we become normal.. Was it not Julia Kristeva coined a term describing the normoid?
not that I especially like her i saw her in a video and she sounded like a psychoanalytic cop? and they say it has no more influence on society? that's its day is over?! come come you're dreaming they're everywhere selling their currency
in any case the wave rushes out
more coffee on the road the silver waves call
my boat sails at Noon ~
Did you stand on your head?
---------- O her beauty so ~ in ` had to look away' hurt me / hut me
inside the dog body of alonesss
yet paradox I cant explain the creation flows and Im full of joy that's and that's because of the city
this city's full of joy for me as its creation swirls round and round and my creation keeps going
it's all imaginary and i love it
what is creation but faith? i have the faith of creation not quitting the song half way as its gleaming sideways running on the wharf of the winter city
She came to me last night a word in he r hand and an empty dress her breast s speaking to me
each man knows this
woman know as they know the cold the collective the solidarity between men and women
the warmth
it s why i dont share the current rash for marriage among the homogenized hordes rushing to carrying what's institutional to the next level of normativity
god forbid! we become normal.. Was it not Julia Kristeva coined a term describing the normoid?
not that I especially like her i saw her in a video and she sounded like a psychoanalytic cop? and they say it has no more influence on society? that's its day is over?! come come you're dreaming they're everywhere selling their currency
in any case the wave rushes out
more coffee on the road the silver waves call
my boat sails at Noon ~
2015/11/04
seasons /false/ draft
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for those every word's a dollar
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for those every word's a dollar
others like myself each word's worth the future and past
naturally there are variations of that
yet in the levels and
scaffolds the plateaus of daily life they are stolen from you
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