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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Showing posts with label Enabling. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Enabling. Show all posts

25 June 2009

SEAN'S EVIL

I/we ain't no accident
these things just can't be
all here just is
or is and be
will you invite
purposeless, trivial
to supper table?

- last place I want to look
for mooring or dinner plate
if as squall
in glade, crow's shore, disused promenade
ship captain's diary: bide
eons planting anagrams.
Thy lot's in man.

Fowl and sin.
I see girls.
VEILS. LINES.
SIN'S ALIVE, LIVES.
SEAN'S EVIL.

It's funny

If you want me
here take me
first tell me
what is me?
Pointilism?
Sloughing-off me?

Is equilibrium
worth ten dollars?
I can't pay today.
I'm down for layman's
exhumation - don't
require no interpretation.

As I am drunk like me
you can trouble me
cos you're a lot like me
you please me
for momentary slieghs on;
to hell with the rest of me.

Just walls and forks and
- I have feet?!
Suck on them already.
Step into bleedy.
Isn't this funny? It isn't
funny. O - it's funny.

Anger is what makes america

I'm sorry to report
the weather is lovely
today. It's disgusting.
You should be sorry.

No matter how strenuously
you wade against
the stream, you can't help
but survive 'not even
merely' genius but in

genuflection, in
nighttime you thrive
in five seconds you get
outta my sight, and 'all
the asshole can say is goodbye?!'

Beginning with quote from Nina Simone

Most people don't want to live how they live
Yu don't know how lucky you are to be you
O are you sad? But you haven't forgotten how to be mad?
You can be mad or we can go shopping.

You can impress your date.
How much is it worth to you, your fate?
I saw you by the piano longing to play.
Was that here, right now, or just another day?

You had to get, I have to get away.
Maybe I'll make a record; maybe not.
Then from slow rhetoric, any and all listeners -
Don't weep, don't die. Let's just rot.

In the vanguard

Thats the final thing I had to say to yu
I was ready to say more but you weren't listening anyway
all I wanted to say to yu
and yeah bitch you best believe me
is that too much rain will make your garden die
too much water makes the river overflow
noone's even lookin' out for you
but you've got your eye on the third person to the right of you
it's not that I want you to look in that direction
at least that's what I'm going to say in the
cold nite when we gotta do
what we never wanted to do again
it wasn't about the third time you flew to the sun
it wasn't about you at all
it was about how you acted when there was others in the room
this even isn't about the volume
in the room drifting wafting down the stairs in the mid- to-early- evenin'
sound wafts like smoke thats why martinis and weed go so well together.
This aint
even about the
button-
down shirt
this shit
isn't
actually good
that's
why
people are
steppin'
all over
you.
Act like
you don't see the love in front of you
act like its time
to go home as if anyone will be waiting for you to get home
and there's a reason to have a home.
Just cos you ain't got noone there
you think that gives you the right
to force all the the sad
acquaintances in your life to swallow
the bullshit you carry around as carcass?
You aren't in the vanguard
you aren't even living in this city
at this time.

Go storytime

It's all got to come down to who you are being in the moment
in the morning of high regard
you get the floss while I get the sword
you go home

while I go board you go home
and I go hard
you go storytime

I go to bed
hungry
I garnish plate you then throw it against wall

it's not the hardest or most natural
daylight we can get for our
picture or your paintings

this best light of day,
it's really just the best we can get.

Infinity is running low

dont thank me
forsake me
dont invite me in

if yu think im worthy
ive failed clearly
to let yu go

forgive me NOT x 3
(or else)

i repeat myself
(dont) open your heart
i repeat myself
(dont) beg for more
(dont) let 'em go

we are all
happy whores
happily
tooting our horns

i repeat myself
(don't) open your heart
i repeat myself
i am your whore
i beg for more

infinite jest, infinite trust
infinity running low

09 March 2009

Northwoods-bound

. . . IF ON such a cold and rearing-up-on-hind-legs-day you should find yourself crass at tha lake:


16 February 2009

Loosing control 'n' Against medi(c)ation

What did I

get myself into?


. . . Left palm, four left

digits, left

thumb, left me

blunt against banister


I'm absolutely not


Did I really end

up down here

under the Manhattan

just for this?




That's just it;

there is no remainder

enjoined to divert

if a plan takes

grip straight thru


you – as if a person


as if even if a person

merely freight, hedging


me (me) – when

it's cold outside





I never get to see

landmarks cosmo-policed

parody of touch;

no Queen's

every anything


willing to be argued

against, reasoned

with, ill-entangled

or resorted-to for meaning –

But steady. . . frays not,





rusts and crumbles not,

yet: these cables, bilevel decks, bedrock


Too-well ensured

integrity of whole

deny spontaneous

drive to disassemble?


If: not pancaked

nor gang-raped

otherwise intimidated

or ever made-eye-contact-with


then: this shore



bear no semblance to

'York' or we just not

that kind of city anymore


I can

not probably be

– ever have been –

here, now




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How do you know. . .

how may you be

so certain?


entertain bliss

for a moment

or ignore us


imagine for just

imagine: anything

could come to an end


how can I risk, not doubt

that 'nothing' last forever?

that this is all that is

or need be





Pray – hold to

hold back your 'finish'


shiver, or grey

or cast in what is owned




I know, I know

seeming ≈ clutching-to


so moments appear fleeting

irreducible

too being a loss mourned


You could be, newbie

a lot less apt

to grasp the strangeness


of a sudden

nearing neck


yet instantly you know-

Bitch, it's me!




get over your demand

that what's here bestowed


is so precious as to

summon allegiance

reiteration, or study


defense of

very core is necessary but

we remain aimless, bound

scrawled like a visitor

onto Finity's wake. . .





. . .expectations of invitees

or else!: B.Y.O.


P.S.S. F.B.I.


U.S.A.W.O.L.


C.I.A.I.D.S.


L.S.D.N.A.



(O R U- O! AREN'T U


A ZOMBIE TOO?!



Homeless soon

Homeless soon


The things I could move myself to

speak about - they were the passion

of a moment, an unforgiven passing


we can't expect to have learned

anything about each other,

if this is the goal of Encounter


with stranger it's double dare-

triple catapult over a handshake,

brush off a bullet


that's why lady bugs crowd 'round my toe

okay okay it's not my toe,

stump growing into the plain


altogether I'm just

a pitiful stab at a tree

shot down in sapling stage


drug down by my weave.

Daylight would enhance those fragments just so.



A book for years

     

22 January 2009