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circles

British accents looped me back to childhood
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effulgent push of the wheel
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entrance and exit cannot be differentiated

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i read as if I've read
nothing
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what you've stollen from me
there's no point in taking

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the beginning of wisdom
is love
of
wisdom

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bow
to
yr
post-
poned

corpse
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we are children
who play
on high balconies
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sunshoes
&
moonpants
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the…

caves

we want what we can't
have
and then
we want
some more

how to know
what is
inside
and
outside

the cave?

authentic
and sincere
in the dingy
rubbish-filled
streets and splattered
toilets or the wonderfully satisfactory
voodo uproars drooling
bones with a groan yes
even the earth
has orgasms

lying in the metro slumped against egg
cartoons
what is the point of living
except to have
no fixed point

the only way to come
to grips
with meaning
is to live more

Maryleborne High Street

"ultimately the greatest source of emotional power in art lies not in any particular subject matter, however passionate, however universal. It lies in form." (Susan Sontag)

both religious vocation and crime lead to the cell. the cell is singular. but without the cell there is no body . . .

what is inner style? style is substance.

recovering the senses after sensory overload is hard work . . . it is spiritual work

"The truth is balance, but the opposite of truth, which is unbalance, may not be a lie" (Susan Sontag)


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rain came
and the temp-
erature

dropped
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protect
silence

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the dead
are dying

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failed
earlier
forms

of

human beings

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pre-utterance

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to weight
out
words


as they come
in.

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to have done
not enough beautifully
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a wasp attacks
my hairgel
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a crying …

dream ground/sound/bound

"to dream is not to dream/ if waking up is never finished." (Ed Roberson)

To replace waking with realisation?

had mild panics today. loud morning rush in my hotel. two toilets and one shower
for over twenty people. crowds of faceless nameless people in the centre. stale golabki at the Milky Bar.

So many bad memories of Katowice. Can I crowd out the bad memories with better ones?

It's a new school year. I still don't have a job. Staying in another cheap hotel. It's ok for a while.

Keep moving in circles. Are circles bad? hm . . .

I am back in Rybnik where my Polish journey began. I might be going back to Katowice in October for a job.

It's a circle:
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August/Sep 2006: Rybnik, Poland
Oct-Dec 2006: Katowice

Sep 2007: Rybnik
Oct 2007: Katowice?
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But this time it's gonna be different. No doubt. for better or worse I don't know.

the poet Nate Mackey talks about "ground gone under"

1) I need ground

2)…

salads are cool

I've tried integrating myself
into the blond barbie culture
and it's sucking me dry

to become human is a continual
inter-
subjective
project


the truth is something that is told not
something that is known

what the public wants
is the image of
passion not passion
itself


art is
non-instrumental
communication
in the darkness

sarcasm may be
a condition of truth