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 thought. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thought. Show all posts

23 June 2010

Mother



          Mother
currently lives in
a space I did
not grow up, yet
I'm supposed to
call it home? I
haven't any home
here except the one I bring
I haven't anything
worth forgetting
because I live
in the 'now'
everlasting akin
to moment sedentary
in stupor glacier
barreled toward me in Winnebago
it wasn't long before I assume
he lives here, it doesn't take
nerve gas to pique my sense
to forgetting addresses a face
particles of clothing
I never been here before
I didn't use to pull the trick
you say you pull you card shark
driving metro bus from upper deck
forced-horizon in eye is only portentous
as ever for an instant
for in day while men and feral foragers
rest, reverie unifies nite.
Class crown bequeathes to landfill
adolescent substance oozy glory
in bronze harkens shakes and peeks
at globe on which we crouch
fearing G-d from under sheets
worn once as ghost costume
wait that's a movie recall not memory
all soul's day however is actual
in our space recognizable
he kisses grimy underbelly of calendary
fearing not the donning of boxers or briefs
shifts in genomic trajectory or politic
flanks 'Semper fi' with new eaglets
who'll each collapse of heart defeat
I kissed a boy once breathing
off swallowing disembowelment
no longer in shadow
capitalize stranger lower untested-aspirations
because of frailty, vitality
identification metamorphosises Unknown to Lover
I choose to let words bear-down
on neck blushing my purple
bereft of fortnight to plan and wallow
love shoulders hard hats against
down-pressing urgency
I cast you uninseminated embryo
who would be my baby boy
at last to realm of possibility, forever.
Call me sometime the way your mother
incites all her rabble to supper table
glowy in setting still of December
sometimes you convened only once per day
in early morn after being retrieved
from babysitter's down the street.
Neanderthals didn't find each other dwelling in huts
or even look to familiar without bullet
failing to own the ground onto which was spat
and grown-upon - diver for pearls in dark of
harboring poachers: that's not so bad
unless it is, and it is
sign of dwindling property value
window to dental services that represents
attempt by owner of said edifice
at boarding-up shot-out frosted glass
but merely points out lack of
shimmering newness anywhere on block
I'd have left it alone
the heat might get out and the ninjas
gain entry surreptitiously
but it's got character
and flora overtaking ivy ensconsed
in constitution of el barrio
is it true I disappear
if aren't recalled by anyone
is it so I die every day
actively-forgotten in mist of reminiscenses
escaping from even earth
at least not memorizable from then on
even for participant, actual form is fantasy
daily loaf not felt or smelled, all silence
all background dungeon, making plans to meet sometime
to let you my dear know when I'm
not here any longer so you can wear that necklace and go out
I forgive the matriarch of war
for fabled lands and intrepid haze
overwhelming long-term memory
isn't it stultifying to recognize once-known or -unknown
tho it doesn't mean much this morning
blind desiderative reach to recollected coordinates 
of charging dock, slave to certainty
that levitating atop bureau wherever
rested communication device
to tell you of this apocrypha
but nothing came back to me.



The [Lookout Tower] rising above 110/7th is Marcus


The [Lookout Tower] rising above 110/7th is Marcus

a fuckubus from just below 135th Street

whom I mustn't trust

though he was kind enough

not killing or robbing me...



Razer

Razer

Your dignified
my brother
I don't know
if you're back
for good or just
to remind me
of the failed state
in which one
finds the river
frothing forth
to be fallen-into
solderers of love.
It's not
simple as Mensa
plan would have
one nation, undergrad.
Is it a shame
I'm only hearing
what you see from
didgeradoo to gadgets
envious sway of watcher
star-grazing black hole
widens tributary for vestments galore.
I can smear with recognition
broadly outlaying metropolis of flirters.
But never will he be here for you
I can't help to explain
how disappearance gone berserk mandates babble
carraiges, offal in the North Woods
scarily available in nascent candor
damp guard of heart to rape
the ardent foe
of sojourning:
holiness, pregnant
spoon of pest
and tome entombed.
Where is left for
orange sky - the sky?
In sand dilate I
to most-high, regarded
pollutant sloughed
off nylon campgrounds.
Miserly heart
habitual gait
bend back to
square none. Prior
to invention of zero
I was only ever
alone, dreading
not being spied
from cavernous sound
waves deployed by
fear-monger, no lies
told worthy in or of empire.
Guaranteed love is too
stung and feeble wailing
in doubt - Song of
wisdom-less grace: deluge
earthily near-mention
of self, unrealized in limb
wind or elementary particle
supposed ganderer
earn your keep within toxic hymnal.



This isn't real



This isn't real

I'm not real

how can I be real

when I can't even feel


I'm not hot or cold

I'm not there or now

I'm not in or out

imitation in drought


enduring visitation to Fetisheavan

halfway to limbo

did I make it

no forgot to go


forget where I'm going

ice set in gold ring

in shambles my igloo



The past is real

The past is real
people don't endure
physical objects
the bruises' bleeding pulp
stain on slab of concrete
which has garnered a hit
this is wounded objects
something terrible something
other than is violently happening
inside you coming to know
that time is truth
flesh does not abstain
from doing-away-with.  The spirit
has turtle shells like or as cicada
emergent I who ain't shit
turn to dust
feeding mite-lust.

04 January 2010

Not losers just lost

I'm lost already

don't smile -
I'm not smiling

b/c if yu smile
yu may give yrself
away

a smile once offered
cannot be reclaimed
it bears yu naked
to the world

your hopes, miseries
envisionings of self
past

it even shows sadness
in yr absence

Sir, don't smile - yu'll
give away, perhaps
to someone you could not have
intended, or will ever know

mayb even to this poor
sportsman, whose past
is a batter's allusion

To all your hungry
cold men
now, forever underfoot:

get lost
don't, don't yu smile -

24 November 2009

Highcrimeslowflow


hIghcrimeslowflow

(start-point)
(:00) lOw-fi bye-bye!
(:19) hI-fi hi-hi!
(3:21) zOmbiepepperbattle
(7:56) rIchard simmons is embarrassed for yu
(10:48) frEestyle over drum (bare)
(11:40) frEestyle over drum (hard as nails)
(12:59) frEestyle over drum (ain't too proud to swallow)

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 June 2009

Two errata

The first error is performed even repeated throughout everyday discourse on trusted and unsuspecting acquaintances, partners, friends and probably it's best to avoid wielding this device in aggressively light-hearted interactions as the residual effects in that case are drastically divergent from these intended: to unnerve + to play dumb for one greatly admired, break into own expected/predictable/unidentifiable question/response/polite attention pattern abruptly + unannounced with articulations along the continuum of '. . . but yu wouldn't like me when I'm the one who's made mistake, as I quickly follow one mistake with many others, such as murder, assassination of the utmost foul endeavour, I could make you hurt for a short time or a long time, i could crush you, take your fate as a solicitor of wrath, the felicity in suffering. . . yes, I could definitely go for that sometime. . .' to 'don't you love raping young children?! in fact, this staircase we're passing thru currently is an ideal spot to drag limp body, halve them, and have your way - just as I plan to do with your body in due time. . .' all the while, intensifying and severing quietly - malevolently - identification your (preferably solitary) audience member has been allowed to believe in; sever these ever-so-briefly, disrupt your kindness but DO RETURN as perversely and in as unsettling a manner as possible even returning (after also decidedly-severing previous, recognizable, expected stances and mannerisms) your body to what is now made precious, preferred, a haven of sense: banter, deep-thought, kindness, and reverie.


Erring twice: Noble but orphaned, sliver is discovered by a crawler. Crawler at night - or in day bright - is swaying, inside. Confident, consistent waving leads crawler to lift. Lifting in rhythmic motion, ass then hands are as if wrung-up by marionette. This sliver is grasped between two powerful fingers. And sliver must be unwound, returned to fibrous sinew. Undoing. The crawler is a crawler no more, but now and then standing assayer. Sway, unwind, sugarcane. Even a small sliver of culture or pulp may take years to renew. It'll be worth it to undo man.

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: