January 16, 2010 - 12:51 am
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Sky
retreating
all day all night
that world of water
an impasse as impassive
as the spirits we
raise there.
Folie à plusieurs
Dull desire bores like a dentist’s drill.
My lovers: Alice down the rabbit-hole, a girl made of geraniums.
Afghanistan. Judge them, JUDGE THEM.
When you die:
Keep your Breton close to where your heart used to be
Remember:
Jesus was a surrealist.
Plato was a surrealist.
Nietzsche was [...]
December 16, 2009 - 2:24 am
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the horizon
fixed the abyss to an eyelid
there I was
stretched like vessels
across the sky
before learning as adults
my thoughts pressed
along the flow of a
plume
until the pressure was subdued
more it gazed into me,
More [...]
December 10, 2009 - 10:50 pm
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The Solution
I under colours, suffers
my driving thoughts
all day through.
It grows so immense
that before I know it,
I am lost in open waters.
I asked my father, never short of
absurd and profound truths,
whether I should discard
the horrible eyes of English
as though it were a well-defined illusion
Still I know
had he told me different
I would have cried tears
that could split [...]
December 8, 2009 - 7:41 pm
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The next time you’re doing a translation, don’t use the dictionary. If you don’t know the word, pick something that it sounds of. Otherwise, just guess. It will probably be all right.
—-
Somewhere
there is a woman,
her hips wind like a river,
her language like our hands
stretched out in a thousand words.
Spread through the fields the
daggers pass
like
my
thoughts.
But we [...]
December 4, 2009 - 12:22 am
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____
SIXTH
subdue
hissssteria of those troublesome female mass es
eased with antihisteriamines let’s get fiscal:
and pass the deep congress ional act
she said do we need protectionism?
seminal cash injections leave a mess
on both your economy and mine
pre servativ o ur values are not gd
truncated that growth stimulus package easily
feeling the explosion of that cap italicism
s crunch the fabric [...]
November 29, 2009 - 11:20 am
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‘Yes, there are only ever misreadings, of course; but mine is the correct one…’
Donald Paterson, The Book of Shadows
COPS RELEASE TIGER –
911 CALL at the end.
Brightened my commute to London.
BROWN SHUFFLES HIS CABARET.
Suppose our misreadings are something else?
Paris in the
the spring
Tiny foreign bodies flying past a lense unnoticed
beast
bicicletta-felicità; felicità
amiable beast profound and literary
dressed [...]
