Being an artist means ceasing to take seriously that very serious person we are when we are not an artist. Jose Ortega y Gasset
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12 November 2013
Thank you pleas
No, do not/I will not
accept/have need without
desire/possession mined in
trial of error/an arbor day
I cannot want to be
a tree, not nothing screaming
moseying, viceroying mythic
fluff - it gets harder, more
of curses, left behind hankies
now meaningful appearance of
no sight, bile-blooded crane
torches tickle-less neck, tit
unpreened, in appreciation
pile on if your band name is better
than mine/here I am without
melody’s/tongue, unfriended
befuddler decrying, on distance thinned
are still for me, and from
me you may anytime receive
rejuvenate, incarnate love is not love
which alters when it alteration finds
lover who obsesses, warms me
damns - could were it willed
do what you will, as is the custom
I fear, the more I gain of partial
custody/to be seen by all, known
as available/in wrest of
form, tearing you awayed
look back not
even once you have
not even to cross off list
recollections musket/invocation of early
morning you stole frequently
away, into mist that welded blades of
comfort sheathe my collick
your hair clumped on
timeless ruffling seas of lips
in automatonic service of
history- lust enduring being loosed
ferries self into over all again
uncontainable in the grist
once man, new to note-finding
had, how could man steel
back from self-hiatus, saying everything right
but curses! - far and too-lightly and in chorus
late… from what you were willing
to share with me
and in whom else, possibility
find caring ears except with
in so far as you lived where
you in love, meet you who refuses when
even in service of memory - for obvious
reasons… your fear behest far fended off
childhood stills, possessions, frieze
do you really want, intend, predict avoidance
forever behind/long a viable cross
bore rambo whom you are not
hypocritically, waveringly fall/you stand, you are tall
once you get up/wishfully my
answers only go so far/ahead of me
Lesser sleep than a stone's
Lesser sleep than a stone's
cannot possibly afford you rest
unnecessary bone
heart without
a home
head without
a chest to lay upon
this is not the date
on which you were born
but I had to find some excuse
to interrupt igniting
the whore in you
13 June 2013
Iamnoone In Concert Tonight at the Gershwin Hotel
Hosted by Ronnie Norpel
8P, 13 June 2013
7 East 27th Street, at Fifth Avenue
appeals against shame. Melodies
improvised, borne by verse on the streets
and high-rise ledges of Manhattan, are
paired with organic and electronic
instrumentation and beats. Composed
and performed by a deaf and dumb
clown, the series challenges readers to
listen and dancers to revolt against
humanity's ineluctable urge to sublimate
communitarian love for the erotic.
19 May 2013
Within your heart
Never so full, I never
was bereft so utterly
- along with everything wrest
please take away this heart
ache, headache, stomach
twitching with claustrophobia
remembrance of your embrace
that which escapes me anew
ensures I will not get over
or come under fire for, or be
relieved of these mistakes
please tell me how love is put down
- I have nowhere, no when
that I do not, do I, for to be done in by?
was bereft so utterly
- along with everything wrest
please take away this heart
ache, headache, stomach
twitching with claustrophobia
remembrance of your embrace
that which escapes me anew
ensures I will not get over
or come under fire for, or be
relieved of these mistakes
please tell me how love is put down
- I have nowhere, no when
that I do not, do I, for to be done in by?
26 April 2013
Undiscoverer
I am unwise and I am unrisen, divided peace
churn-thickened by cultless following, and nobody is listening
or are not
where from, unto which extremes
do you weave too gaunt - give it up already:
I get it, you can be mean
to beast as well as I
know that of ink throb
through feeble bodies - crush on words
just is a byline, is not mastery itself
you can and do for ever to waste
yet it is so that one thing in you is governed
is that essentially this
taken leave of/for ingrate sense
from fear clerically trifling, bled mystery
who withers is not only that - it is not just you
there, now do you know who you are?
churn-thickened by cultless following, and nobody is listening
or are not
where from, unto which extremes
do you weave too gaunt - give it up already:
I get it, you can be mean
to beast as well as I
know that of ink throb
through feeble bodies - crush on words
just is a byline, is not mastery itself
you can and do for ever to waste
yet it is so that one thing in you is governed
is that essentially this
taken leave of/for ingrate sense
from fear clerically trifling, bled mystery
who withers is not only that - it is not just you
there, now do you know who you are?
18 March 2013
Me meal's chewin' jeans
Amazing how one tiny tear can
relieve an epoch of pain
if it was I who you mistook
for a cave kiss
raven in sorghum, with whom I do
not know where to expect
that we go
inveighing slicks up
or spite of your slime
tank so truffle-heavy,
are you the arugala leaf?
Cabiria, raring to parlay
imperceptible clowning
spooked by floor, no wonder
enjoins me to ceiling
of letting - but is not why the hum
mutt-bleakened canal
verdant plumage alone you
descend at once with ever
who, precise unto me resound: want
to unsee
spare all under all over - night scion
never beneath, gravelling
reduced to having unveiled no better
than your sex
even truthing to self
your affectionate improbability
so gravitate toward meaning
exhuming positions of star lights
ages ago
what about partisan
veering in toward
we, sans me, too far and too vast
doing without all but not desiring
relieve an epoch of pain
if it was I who you mistook
for a cave kiss
raven in sorghum, with whom I do
not know where to expect
that we go
inveighing slicks up
or spite of your slime
tank so truffle-heavy,
are you the arugala leaf?
Cabiria, raring to parlay
imperceptible clowning
spooked by floor, no wonder
enjoins me to ceiling
of letting - but is not why the hum
mutt-bleakened canal
verdant plumage alone you
descend at once with ever
who, precise unto me resound: want
to unsee
spare all under all over - night scion
never beneath, gravelling
reduced to having unveiled no better
than your sex
even truthing to self
your affectionate improbability
so gravitate toward meaning
exhuming positions of star lights
ages ago
what about partisan
veering in toward
we, sans me, too far and too vast
doing without all but not desiring
13 March 2013
I am excited to see you, as you know
07 February 2013
Mendicant graceless unhinging
Today I awoke without having slept
overhanging a promontory scented of urine-soaked grass and Fall
thunder I spied Pallisades and yearned to swim to you,
my bug lips blue can take no more hypothermic needling
no supposed core
- cold caucuses wherein once nerves resided
- instead of emptiness, scissored wealth undulates
outward - through my skin I sing of having had someone to love for,
though now only words mark our graves
I stand on stage without a line ringing true
- do you fight the fading,
gradually put-down to doggerel destiny?
After I succumbed to stasia, you wend on to finish your
studies, purloining the intensities integral to most of our mutual inspirations
and loved again - those brown eyes
haunting, invigorating my longing with prescient lesions
scouring bare even as you and they
forgo memory of my dissolution, just as you pleaded to - I
will always have but blessings pouring out of your bulbous peak
your paltry evanescence forthright as daffodils
02 January 2013
Sequence for ailing and repetitious
No need for spoil, you are not made unclean by me -
I have not yet, and needs must not for everyone's sake,
returned to hustling;
I can only imagine how nauseating
is such necessity
to all for whose towers even gargoyling is no luxury-
---
I prefer burning stock
if I have to be in New York
never setting still
burgeoning sun or letting
you get to me
never knowing if I'm known-
---
I tell you this heart to heart
the best part of living is falling apart
---
Lover, love is an awful thing
if you wish it had never been
we might as well take the dive
before tomorrow passes by-you'll never know
I'll never feel: fantasy we wished
forged to real/coerced confession prance
regrets not worth remembering-
the whole is dank as an oil spill
lips' pitch blood as ink, so far gone
for good, forth steal
---
No need to wretch, straining towards revolver;
yu are not made unclean by this kiss, understanding, or dismissing:
I have not once-and needs must not for all man's weal-
woken to hustle of day, signified might; I can only imagine
how nauseating is such discrepancy
to those for whom going hungry is just another luxury-
I run
You are the answer
is it safe to question
temprature of tone as
omnipresent simplification respecting
your time that says
blase thievery, pinwheel buckle
trustworthless so so
begging for gracias
punctually driven to
master the wall
it's not you
it is you
I'm crying for
would you please
let me die
ask me for
a light and let me not
have a clue
how to breathe
into you life anew
but I try
Dancling
No one ever told you life wasn't going to be easy
so you thought you didn't have to work
or want to stay alive
everybody cows when dreams lead to disaster
recognition out from darkness is of growing laughter
fear of lie expected flaunted while liar slept, haunts;
who dares own our regret?
preempt looking into eyes, intentionally mystifying
coming stainlessly sheened in projectile self
hands on fist-worldy skin, brooked and part
dervish, crown scrounged from earth
adorned by percolators
Mutters absent/blindly
When lightning binds
fantasy in eyes
to the hope
we'll never die
wrap in rope
down periscope
throat's fantasy
punctures trope
afear'd that unrelenting
march to freedom tinged
vainly, dying of escape
from bountiful blessed, I singed
and strain to keep
lest love ever speak
desirously of what we're made
but that can never be
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