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Friday, August 29, 2014
apprendre
Still pounding away in a room without a view. Just these ideas hanging on a wall.
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Still pounding away in a room without a view. Just these ideas hanging on a wall.
Thursday, August 28, 2014
memory
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The body remembers what the books
cannot and the mistakes we cannot recall are destined to be repeated.
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
Bruxelles to Berlin
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There is nothing else to do but look
straight into the eyes of the Rhine and pray that the ship sinks
halfway.
Monday, August 25, 2014
morale
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With an ever watchful parental caress
do as thou wilt within restraint and never shall you hear a
complaint. Not from us, not from them, never from the law abiding
citizen.
Friday, August 22, 2014
cinema
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This here driving for six hours for a
ten minute fuck in another bed is on of the most tedious films I have
ever seen. Why people choose this as a daily experience has me out of
the socket of thought and into a brain spasm.
Thursday, August 21, 2014
I like to get my drinking done before
noon, because that's when I start my drinking.
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
rochefort 10
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Is it easier to be a holy many on top
of a mountain? The path of a good man is upon a razor's edge and
there is nothing more to come of it than cuts to the feet.
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
New York
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All the street performance in the world
I not going to take me to where I want to be, but along the way I
might just find the right combination of street debris to build the
world in which I can happily inhabit. A world of continual sunrises
and sunsets always on the verge of day and night. To be where I can,
not only see sunset but also sunrise. Moments in-between electric
blue and purple haze.
Monday, August 18, 2014
maternal paternal
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Strange yes, but the parental love is a
strange turned on its head love, a love in pain, a love in surrender,
a love in any and all circumstances, unconditional, unwilling and yet
willing to hurt and sacrifice in the name of that love, insofar as
understanding can reconcile action with emotion.
Friday, August 15, 2014
How long does one take to eat a piece of cheese that gets better with age?
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I want to feel okay again, like we were
back on the bed in a humid Vietnamese summer before we slipped into
our arms and into each other. Where had all our sexual energy left
us? Inward, always falling inward.
I collect narratives and then butcher
them on a table with this machine. I have never been anything else
but a sprig in the cog of the clock.
Thursday, August 14, 2014
taquineur
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I am in my chair strumming out making a
few notes. I survive on work so long as I am still doing something
this body goes on, goes to sleep, wakes up, does something, and finds
a little food wherever it can. People without fear are put up on the
cross and made an example of here fear this. The slave does not have
to fear death any more. Jesus was a union man and so was Mohamet. I
am the cause of it all. If I stay alive for another few years I will
have another one of these ordered cycles of words together. An idea
is coming from a long way and all this scuttling; trying to pick up
from as many scattered points of the globe as is possible. The rock
is sitting within the plane of ideas. There is a lot of sweat
happening down there, precious bodily juices squeeze out the hormones
of desire. I just keep playing it over and over until finally it
comes together. Chorus chorus verse bridge; this is what we call
practice. Eventually one just does it. Les doigts sont dans le nez.
Like a finger in the nose it is second nature. You are teasing me.
Don't stop.
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Paris que bon souvenir
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It has to be in Paris. Just somewhere
in there walking about like a lost soul. Something of the dreamtime,
something of the breathing in the spirits, living off the overflow,
there is a wet spot and I have a bucket. The cost is eating my heart
out but that is what it foes for these days. Everyone can have their
period, everyone can have there a piece of the trottoir. If anything
is going to happen then it is there, that it will happen where it is,
just behind, our of sight, out of earshot. I had the muffs on, the
black specs and locked in a little room without a step out into the
mix of it. All I need is a beer once a weekend, the bottles of wine,
the sinking into the scrounging around and eating out of the gutters.
Then, to go east, oh, the overstay sends me on my way out of here and
back to where I am coming from. I had not learnt to cross my t's or
dot my i's. I have not even got a grip on the conditionnel. Time
stealing away paying taxation or avoiding dues but the cash transacts
a little bullshit to stand and take a few steps. N'importe quelle
direction. The inverse are out on their arses.
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
apprendre
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Learn with l'ame and teach with
l'esprit. J'ai essai mais ca ne marche pas. Helas. Imagine walking
into the smell of baked banana biscuits with cinnamon and muskatnuss.
Take another look, it is sitting in your kitchen and you do not know
its name.
Monday, August 11, 2014
village
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With no more than a trace of existence
here, Bruxelles, I am still running into people as if I had grown up
here on the inside of a little loop. I just met the right fuckers at
the right time to stay in contact, similar timing, similar disease,
similar confusion, similar fear, similar repetition. Turning up in
the same circles, in the same squares, is anyone going hungry? Do you
need a little of this or that? What more do you want? I barely want
the juice to make a slurpy, but it is a kind of a treat.
Friday, August 08, 2014
tell me then
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Generosity is your dreadful handicap.
You give much to the words between pages in a margin of error.
Drinking glass upon the mantelpiece over the fireplace; these things
have a certainty about them.
Thursday, August 07, 2014
i do not even pretend to know...
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We know nothing outside of experience
but that other shit, intuition and all, every little bit of it is
really fucking helpful.
Wednesday, August 06, 2014
deathdrive
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These lines of tense are not straight.
They are relative, always been relative, always been in the
subjunctive moving to the indicative, moving out of the head and into
a world. La canarie est sur le balcon. I have only to convince myself
that it is a good idea. Well you know how much I like to make life
difficult. Yeh it is a form of entertainment, just get the
imagination excited. Where could this go, where did it go, where do
you want it to go – to death, always to death.
Tuesday, August 05, 2014
semantics
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I am putting in overtime building the
new Esperanto, paving the way, getting there. One thing to come up
with an end, another just to work the path, pave the road, get the
flow right for anyone to jump on it. It has to be easy. It has to be
inevitable. They have to feel as if they are not doing anything at
all.
Monday, August 04, 2014
hmm
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Well that can shove itself right up my
tight ass hole. Sit yourself up against my desire, I have a feeling
we might just get to rub up against each other if we had the right
circumstances.
Friday, August 01, 2014
a few lines on a sandscape
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You said he walked into the sea with a
bottle of red. I said the beach is pleasant plenty for drinking. You
said it is serious. I told you not to lie in the shade. You took my
hand in yours and said; don't be afraid.
Plane clothes scrutiny pleased to seize
non subscribers to possession I am in a fit.
Another dusk down at the beach. Fishers
and men. Shadows cast before crimson skies and reflections in silent
waters. If only this calm could wash me. I pull my line in.