my turkish towel
smells like
popcorn
I have a positive
thinking rash
in my family
bones
there are
many mansions
(these are today's
fragments)
25 February 2010
23 February 2010
Ankara (some more rough drafts in progress)
23rd Feb 2010
a trade route
of broken icons
clipped sunlight
with swollen
lymph nodes
did you have a good time?
the blood
the weight
the rubbled
what did I carry?
Who carries?
Who cares?
needles
on the spin
she said I’m no
thermometer I’m no
snag in the ventilator
she said these orbits
need a new orbit
she said you’ll hear
the buzz of cicadas
she said we quiver
on the river with reversible
eyes
a trade route
of broken icons
clipped sunlight
with swollen
lymph nodes
did you have a good time?
the blood
the weight
the rubbled
what did I carry?
Who carries?
Who cares?
needles
on the spin
she said I’m no
thermometer I’m no
snag in the ventilator
she said these orbits
need a new orbit
she said you’ll hear
the buzz of cicadas
she said we quiver
on the river with reversible
eyes
13 February 2010
Ankara (some more rough drafts in progress)
13 Feb 2010
I doff
I doff
everyday I
haven't had
enough
of you
see what you
wanna see
nine times
outta ten
i wanna
a better
place
to fall
I doff
I doff
everyday I
haven't had
enough
of you
see what you
wanna see
nine times
outta ten
i wanna
a better
place
to fall
12 February 2010
Ankara (some more rough drafts in progress)
9 Feb 2010
lovin what might
kick the buckets
slaves for these spaceships
cream on your money
i came to shake the frames
lovin what might
kick the buckets
slaves for these spaceships
cream on your money
i came to shake the frames
Ankara (some more rough drafts in progress)
8 Feb 2010
my head is a melon
it’s alright
invisible rivers
hidden mosquitoes
lightning source
take me away
what a glorious day
my head is a melon
it’s alright
invisible rivers
hidden mosquitoes
lightning source
take me away
what a glorious day
Ankara (some more rough drafts in progress)
11 Feb 2010
lightning lightning
the heavy word is frightening
I am talking to you
dirty sweet you’re my girl
dirty sweet you’re my girl
dirty sweet you’re my girl
get it on
lightning lightning
the heavy word is frightening
I am talking to you
dirty sweet you’re my girl
dirty sweet you’re my girl
dirty sweet you’re my girl
get it on
Ankara (some more rough drafts in progress)
12 Feb 2010
Let it ramble
let it ramble
free wine
at the painted
boats cartoon
beat with custume
clothes borgeoius
blues would make
that sound ahhh uhhhhh
choose your mirror
you got what you asked for
there is a crack in the table
drunken Starbucks at Bilkent Centre
you can be honest
our western stain won’t wash away
ambient bubbles
ambient bubbles
I certified
past hells and heavens
this is the Milky Way
the loon door
is painted gold
this is the only life
I know how to live
Let it ramble
let it ramble
free wine
at the painted
boats cartoon
beat with custume
clothes borgeoius
blues would make
that sound ahhh uhhhhh
choose your mirror
you got what you asked for
there is a crack in the table
drunken Starbucks at Bilkent Centre
you can be honest
our western stain won’t wash away
ambient bubbles
ambient bubbles
I certified
past hells and heavens
this is the Milky Way
the loon door
is painted gold
this is the only life
I know how to live
goodbye . . . .
My grandfather died this morning.
When I was young boy his job was picking up milk from the farms around Northern Ireland. he took me with him.
I decided I was going to be a farmer.
I started collecting Farmers Weekly.
He used to bring me out to his garden where he kept all his budgies.
We would go outside and talk to the budgies.
He had the most perfectly clipped hedges.
When he hugged me his face was rough with stubble.
Sometimes he smelled of earth. of soil. of damp soil.
He loved country and western music.
He had wee horses above the fireplace.
I grew up on his wheat bread.
8 February 2010
7 February 2010
Ankara (some more rough drafts in progress)
7 Feb 2010
I’m not a rugged individualist
I’m not a tarnished love mat
I’m not a tender refugee
I’m not a celibate cuddler
I’m not a Utopian experiment
I’m not a monarch with a whiff of pacificism
I walk these lands these lands I read
to my love who does not
exist I read to simplify my fallacies
I came to kiss and be kissed
I came to do what water does
and does again
this is bodily matter
these are the trivial
conditions of an empty
kingdom the barbed wire
of another Medussa
the heart strobe of another
America the rafters of another
Prod with folksy hammers
and ploughs my ghost chains
in the wacky woods such capital
my brothers is not federal
property I’m sick with child
I’ve got many others
I’ve never lived
a radical life
I’m pressed into
tenderness
I’m not a rugged individualist
I’m not a tarnished love mat
I’m not a tender refugee
I’m not a celibate cuddler
I’m not a Utopian experiment
I’m not a monarch with a whiff of pacificism
I walk these lands these lands I read
to my love who does not
exist I read to simplify my fallacies
I came to kiss and be kissed
I came to do what water does
and does again
this is bodily matter
these are the trivial
conditions of an empty
kingdom the barbed wire
of another Medussa
the heart strobe of another
America the rafters of another
Prod with folksy hammers
and ploughs my ghost chains
in the wacky woods such capital
my brothers is not federal
property I’m sick with child
I’ve got many others
I’ve never lived
a radical life
I’m pressed into
tenderness
6 February 2010
Ankara (some more rough drafts in progress)
6 Feb 2010
i’m lookin for a new California
California state of mind
mind my gaps my rogue
my rogue is not a pretty face
not a pretty face in California
California is not a place
not a place like Turkey
Turkey is a wail
a wail on the streets
streets full of strangers
strangers full of smiles
smiles and miles to go
to go to to go to go to go
to go to go to go to go
i’m lookin for a new California
California state of mind
mind my gaps my rogue
my rogue is not a pretty face
not a pretty face in California
California is not a place
not a place like Turkey
Turkey is a wail
a wail on the streets
streets full of strangers
strangers full of smiles
smiles and miles to go
to go to to go to go to go
to go to go to go to go
new issue of streetcake magazine
new issue of Streetcake. Some good stuff. Goldfish and staring into empty windows and so on . . .
check it:
Streetcake
check it:
Streetcake
Ankara (some more rough drafts in progress)
3rd Feb 2010
someone
spoke to me
in the malignancy
of an old repose
in the oh god
another pudding
of the mind
another bomb
in the new uni-
versity of this
gloablized
world
i turned in bed
to repel the bored
ghosts the licked
intonations
no cold wish
this is the reality
of the smoke
from a blown out
candle the question
far out without the key
with the shadow
of an absolute moon
a simple sign I can think
of people a host
of a body in the dream
story of a man in the stow
away every country applied
to the seas
references
do not exist
someone
spoke to me
in the malignancy
of an old repose
in the oh god
another pudding
of the mind
another bomb
in the new uni-
versity of this
gloablized
world
i turned in bed
to repel the bored
ghosts the licked
intonations
no cold wish
this is the reality
of the smoke
from a blown out
candle the question
far out without the key
with the shadow
of an absolute moon
a simple sign I can think
of people a host
of a body in the dream
story of a man in the stow
away every country applied
to the seas
references
do not exist
5 February 2010
turkish literature
Next Friday, 21:15 on Radio 3
Turkish Literature - Orhan Pamuk
Ian McMillan presents a special edition focusing on Turkish literature. With Orhan Pamuk.
The Verb
Turkish Literature - Orhan Pamuk
Ian McMillan presents a special edition focusing on Turkish literature. With Orhan Pamuk.
The Verb
4 February 2010
Katowice (sound poetics)
The new issue of Drunken Boat, the wonderful journal of art and poetics, just went online, and features three of Brian Howe's sound pieces, which in turn feature the voices of three Lucipo members: Ken Rumble, Tim Van Dyke, and Marcus Slease:
Drunken Boat
Drunken Boat
2 February 2010
Ankara (some more rough drafts in progress)
27th Jan 2010
this
is a manner
of slipping
oysters into
my pockets
this whole wide world
my fellas
will not leave me
alone significance
is cheap
butter on someone else’s
toast buttocks
my goddess
I’ve been
stabbed by the Baltic fleet
and live with the Ottoman
trading company
30th Jan 2010
Lojmanlar H/7
this is recreation
feet naked
cutter cutter
in the thrash
bag this bed brings
back Katowice
the gas of the
ghost that steps
on my heels
soul jelly skipping
over the candle
heat the rain
is forced to settle
on the arc
of my eyelids
my detour
is not
a teddy bear
the sky is adding
sugar to my corny
strokes of big eared
musics
trip and
fall trup trup
in the laboring
trup trup
kids the makings
of raw
babies
and beginner’s
clunks
among
the scantily
clad foreskins
this house is a guest
the first straws
that slurped my Big
Gulp I’ve arranged
your neckties
this
is a manner
of slipping
oysters into
my pockets
this whole wide world
my fellas
will not leave me
alone significance
is cheap
butter on someone else’s
toast buttocks
my goddess
I’ve been
stabbed by the Baltic fleet
and live with the Ottoman
trading company
30th Jan 2010
Lojmanlar H/7
this is recreation
feet naked
cutter cutter
in the thrash
bag this bed brings
back Katowice
the gas of the
ghost that steps
on my heels
soul jelly skipping
over the candle
heat the rain
is forced to settle
on the arc
of my eyelids
my detour
is not
a teddy bear
the sky is adding
sugar to my corny
strokes of big eared
musics
trip and
fall trup trup
in the laboring
trup trup
kids the makings
of raw
babies
and beginner’s
clunks
among
the scantily
clad foreskins
this house is a guest
the first straws
that slurped my Big
Gulp I’ve arranged
your neckties
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