30 April 2009
21 April 2009
quick takes from the moleskin
we were glad our skin had been
broken the heads were cut
from defenders 150
women of the castle over-
whelmed by steaks
of fire we were reduced
to nature's garb there is
trouble in my bosom
the blind prophet
had a squint
bound into
the boundless
on this blank
sheet of paper
the mythopoetic
cabbage it's summer &
large spiders
are entering
the house.
broken the heads were cut
from defenders 150
women of the castle over-
whelmed by steaks
of fire we were reduced
to nature's garb there is
trouble in my bosom
the blind prophet
had a squint
bound into
the boundless
on this blank
sheet of paper
the mythopoetic
cabbage it's summer &
large spiders
are entering
the house.
19 April 2009
from Alien Memory Machine
a lonesome hymn
in perpetual motion
suffering and solace
in the praxis of living
a paradise of blemishes
what we said was not
what we wanted
what was waiting
forever, undiscovered
this is a space
race
in perpetual motion
suffering and solace
in the praxis of living
a paradise of blemishes
what we said was not
what we wanted
what was waiting
forever, undiscovered
this is a space
race
17 April 2009
mirrors
from Mr. Spicer:
"I died again and was reborn last night / That is the way with we mirror people / Forgive me, I am a child of the mirror and not a child of / the door. "
"I died again and was reborn last night / That is the way with we mirror people / Forgive me, I am a child of the mirror and not a child of / the door. "
14 April 2009
Noo journal
Some interesting readings on the blog and in the journal. Check it out:
noo journal blog
noo journal magazine
noo journal blog
noo journal magazine
7 April 2009
The Daily Filth
an ongoing project
T H E D A I L Y F I L T H
poets writing 1 poem a day for the month of April
The Daily Filth
T H E D A I L Y F I L T H
poets writing 1 poem a day for the month of April
The Daily Filth
2 April 2009
from Moving Pictures (1st draft. 7 min.) (London Inferno Section)
Acton Town (West London)
to be seen right
to the shagged edge
the action is leaving
us craning for the corpses
the college of good industry
the collage of what comes
what may comma coma
sometimes dense
sometimes a new city
not a wry gamble
say say I’m best
forgotten say say
to be seen a love catch
no dogs no cycling
don’t climb the fence
don’t climb the walls
to be seen in the blinding
white eyes sucked back
to dispute the philosophies
of night
to be seen right
to the shagged edge
the action is leaving
us craning for the corpses
the college of good industry
the collage of what comes
what may comma coma
sometimes dense
sometimes a new city
not a wry gamble
say say I’m best
forgotten say say
to be seen a love catch
no dogs no cycling
don’t climb the fence
don’t climb the walls
to be seen in the blinding
white eyes sucked back
to dispute the philosophies
of night
from Moving Pictures (1st draft. 20 min.) (London Inferno Section)
Shepherds Bush (West London)
the biggest urban shopping blooms or busts
may yr head not turn the other way
may your brain not be boxed
may the ass be asked before bumping
before being bruised on the soft
seats of the underground
may you be well for the imagination
may you no longer be sick from the rumors
may you may you I dunno be rambled
tadpole tadpole a tad hullabaloo
can you hear yourself crumble
when you sleep can you fetch
the staff the stately staff we’re
graying and our post-capitalist
marches float through the dark
may you overreach reedy and red
may you wake with the nymphs
of Dionysus with a twig between
your teeth oh yes may may you
lop off your fat and refind it again
in some unknown city with the creature
creeps the pipes of the boat sucking
you out from under from from the suitcase
unpacked and repacked always too
heavy and always left behind
the biggest urban shopping blooms or busts
may yr head not turn the other way
may your brain not be boxed
may the ass be asked before bumping
before being bruised on the soft
seats of the underground
may you be well for the imagination
may you no longer be sick from the rumors
may you may you I dunno be rambled
tadpole tadpole a tad hullabaloo
can you hear yourself crumble
when you sleep can you fetch
the staff the stately staff we’re
graying and our post-capitalist
marches float through the dark
may you overreach reedy and red
may you wake with the nymphs
of Dionysus with a twig between
your teeth oh yes may may you
lop off your fat and refind it again
in some unknown city with the creature
creeps the pipes of the boat sucking
you out from under from from the suitcase
unpacked and repacked always too
heavy and always left behind
from Moving Pictures (London Inferno Section)
nor dust
thou
know where
thou art
to be
in this world
oh hair let down
oh wet head
you cannot go swimming and
look after your
clothes
let us chill
like children
in great disorder
and much disdain
for chores
this thy didst
in joy whilst
thou wert
living
thou
know where
thou art
to be
in this world
oh hair let down
oh wet head
you cannot go swimming and
look after your
clothes
let us chill
like children
in great disorder
and much disdain
for chores
this thy didst
in joy whilst
thou wert
living
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