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




Fear and repulsion (Against shame), 2013





8P, 13 June 2013


7 East 27th Street, at Fifth Avenue







WORLD PREMIERE!


Fear and repulsion is a sequence of

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?

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?

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

13 March 2013

I am excited to see you, as you know


If you find strength, hope enough to return to my home


you will discover I have chosen solitude over seduction - must have grown


unfearing to tell that I am in love - hallowing, sanctifying for us this space


that when you declare you love me again, it will have been worth the wait.











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-







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I tell you this heart to heart

the best part of living is falling apart







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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







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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