But I still wanna know, how he got in the door, uninvited.
a total stranger one black day
knocked living the hell out of me–
who found forgiveness hard because
my(as it happened)self he was
-but now that fiend and i are such
immortal friends the other’s each
E.E. Cummings
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Amino acid blues. Itchy. Sipping the liquid garden, flavors and sentiments. Ebbing. Sharing. Sex, wet socks, an ulcer and a forest, flowers undefined. Timeless pleasures, small and countless like the dust that floats off an untangling. Brown shoe laces. Sleepy en route.
Epistle
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Treating of matters which he who reads will see, and he who listens to them, when read, will hear.
Nouveau riche themed aquarelles
•
The God Forsakes Antony
When suddenly at the midnight hour
an invisible troupe is heard passing
with exquisite music, with shouts -
do not mourn in vain your fortune failing you now,
your works that have failed, the plans of your life
that have all turned out to be illusions.
As if long prepared for this, as if courageous,
bid her farewell, the Alexandria that is leaving.
Above all do not be fooled, do not tell yourself
it was only a dream, that your ears deceived you;
do not stoop to such vain hopes.
As if long prepared for this, as if courageous,
as it becomes you who are worthy of such a city;
approach the window with firm step,
and listen with emotion, but not
with the entreaties and complaints of the coward,
as a last enjoyment listen to the sounds,
the exquisite instruments of the mystical troupe,
and bid her farewell, the Alexandria you are losing.
C.P. Cavafy
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10 years ago in Barcelona, an exhibition of Pere Formiguera about time. Weaker and stronger, closer every 10.
Cronos project
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Say the Timeless Voices
describe the
unimportance of—
bothers, influences, defines
a place name is worthless
vacuous, Superior, Huron,
Michigan, Ontario, Erie
a heron’s descent
a porcelain elephant
unanticipated elegance
every moment the great
flood is retold by firewood, doorknobs,
birthday candles—
listen—
the booming voice is
the pearl of Caesar, the Soviet Union’s
eggshell, the Socratic spaceship that
dreams of the uneven
shoreline, the mighty rivers,
the collected waters
John Most
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Sweet odd blues go away, it’s today, and I should be riding the waves. Dance away now.
Cute
•
Mexican wrestling masks, kicks and bites in my mind this evening. Text.
Broken
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