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Friday, February 27, 2015
monkey box
they started me on the bullshit, feeding me just a little bit more each day until I was on the rhythm in a trance flowing through the bullshit linked attached bullshit on the brain throwing it around the room rubbing it into the wounds and incurring infection opening them up again smearing shit amidst the puss.
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Thursday, February 26, 2015
education
Nicolas Roeg has already made the comment that the old world of old ideas between four walls needs to be taken out on a walkabout so the student knows what survives...
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Wednesday, February 25, 2015
before heading out into the world
I slept poorly on the right side, now I can feel something right there, right on the right shoulder blade. Can you feel it? It is a little bulging sore area, clenched muscle perhaps, it is tight and it won't move how it should and every time it moves a shot of pain runs down the right arm.
Well have another drink. Who said that a little bulge in the shoulder would stop you from having a drink and a smoke and a read. Gide is still there.
Oh now there is a shooting up the neck pain. Something not right there.
Sure you haven't a glass in the hand.
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Well have another drink. Who said that a little bulge in the shoulder would stop you from having a drink and a smoke and a read. Gide is still there.
Oh now there is a shooting up the neck pain. Something not right there.
Sure you haven't a glass in the hand.
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
working a little more on this messed up detail
If i did not get lost on the little things, the writing, the words, the punctuation, the grammar, the rhythm and rhyme then I could sit back and let it hang.
Do you have to be doing something?
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I mean what is your multiverse?
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Do you have to be doing something?
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I mean what is your multiverse?
Monday, February 23, 2015
other's plea
We cannot love forever. Our cathedral, a vagina open to every dick, is
impregnated with belief. It will give birth without a womb.
No life without birth my friend.
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No life without birth my friend.
Friday, February 20, 2015
preface
Of course these are the notes the fragments of the common thread between the three women with names altered, places in vague flourishes of description, and dates, well they could only be hazarded at in order to make identification impossible and that is just how my lawyers and I would like it. Of course it took me quite some time to work it all out as an ensemble, I did not meet the three women all at once, and little would have given me suspicion if it were not for the uncanny resemblance in detail. From a medical perspective the three women were indeed suffering from the same rejection which resulted in projections of similitude. I could not validate the facts of the matter, so from the very beginning I was working on a piece of fiction. Whether the women themselves were fiction I could never divine via lines formal or incidental there appeared no link whatsoever as to suggest that the three were conspiring in a medical hoax. Here, tant pis, for what is a story but a hoax of reality? So best make it a good hoax, the best one can. Odd then that I am here in the preface.
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Thursday, February 19, 2015
face of my race
It is harder to impress the older folk with splitting the legs as I used to, they've already seen it for half a lifetime at the very least and have formed opinion on what was good when and everything that comes after. I remember the great leg split of '86, we've never seen anything come so close to total cataclysm. If they can stave off confusion and enter their second infancy carrying around pocket money and not worrying about the mounting costs of living no amount of leg splitting will every interest them again.
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Wednesday, February 18, 2015
Berlin
Exhausted; epuisé; erschöpft
ich kam zurück ins Haus
und möchtet nicht mehr raus,
trotz die Geburtstaggedanken in Kopf.
Wie drei Gläsen, die vor der Wand hangen,
bin ich hier gerade so entspannend
sitzen und denken an was ich hätte sagen sollen,
ob es ähnlich wäre zu was ich hatte sagen wollen.
Auf Blick einen anungsvoller Engel bist du,
Wie deine Gegenswart schnürrt mir das Innre zu.
Einer Händedruck sagt was unaussprächlich ist,
als ob jedes Wort sich versinkt in solche Mist.
Es gibt eine Wille aber gar kein Weg-
der Körpe hat Kraft mit überhaupt kein Zweck.
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ich kam zurück ins Haus
und möchtet nicht mehr raus,
trotz die Geburtstaggedanken in Kopf.
Wie drei Gläsen, die vor der Wand hangen,
bin ich hier gerade so entspannend
sitzen und denken an was ich hätte sagen sollen,
ob es ähnlich wäre zu was ich hatte sagen wollen.
Auf Blick einen anungsvoller Engel bist du,
Wie deine Gegenswart schnürrt mir das Innre zu.
Einer Händedruck sagt was unaussprächlich ist,
als ob jedes Wort sich versinkt in solche Mist.
Es gibt eine Wille aber gar kein Weg-
der Körpe hat Kraft mit überhaupt kein Zweck.
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Brisbane
Well I had been flirting drunk at her friend's place so when we returned home instead of going straight to bed I collapsed on the floor and watched her change, the nightgown transparent in front of the bedside lamp. I got up, picked her up, put her on the bed and told her that she was beautiful. She said thank you and went to take a shower. I asked if I should wait for her, she said no. The next morning I apologized profusely as we walked to the station with her suitcase in my hand.
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Monday, February 16, 2015
sydney
She was an idiot. A cute looking idiot. I'm not good with idiots. They don't laugh at my jokes. So this cute looking idiot and I spent the night walking around town and at sunrise we sat on a park bench then she said "we could practice making out" to which I replied "oh no, that's okay".
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Saturday, February 14, 2015
il n'y a pas de l'amour heureux
Life without love becomes a dirty misunderstanding and to live with no one to love but loving everyone is to lose love on all.
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Thursday, February 12, 2015
les nympheas
By moonlight a woman appears in the water-lilies her hair weeping as a willow. By sunrise a man appears in the water-lilies his body sunk in the depth below. By twilight know them solace in the water-lilies for their hearts are cold and hollow.
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Wednesday, February 11, 2015
l'orangerie
- what are we doing for the rest of the day, i've forgotten.
- i don't know, i've forgotten too.
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- i don't know, i've forgotten too.
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
salle pleyel
dreams of casting a typewriter into the audience from the second balcony and being pinned for what could have been.
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Monday, February 09, 2015
abbaye
there were many beautiful young monks i couldn't help but think about them in that way. However it was strictly look and no touch. I think I could touch but not in the official way.
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Sunday, February 08, 2015
Friday, February 06, 2015
Our City Wanders Things, Belleville14
Not a thing to eat on the peripherique
choke on the cheap and cheerful choice
a night out on the town why not show me around
take me to the strip from which we dive into the thick of it.
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choke on the cheap and cheerful choice
a night out on the town why not show me around
take me to the strip from which we dive into the thick of it.
Thursday, February 05, 2015
pantin311214
Just a little note of convalescence to say that as I am looking closer I am stepping away. I want to maintain perspective whilst losing myself in the detail. I got another crush and I am chasing it in the only way I know how. I think to myself that it can only be an improvement on nothing at all. Advice from a friend; just do not respond to the psychopaths, just let them drift off as if the worlds had never met. I still snatch at my lust like a child and the delicate glass bauble smashes in my hand. Pain would be a relief from this torment, but I know it is not coming. Is a bicycle a symbol for freedom? I wonder is it? I'd never thought of it as anything more than a mode of transport, a vehicle of self-exploitation, an extension of self that manipulates the perspectives on time space those two oldies from which there appears to be no freedom.
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Wednesday, February 04, 2015
camus
l'ouvrier
le scie
la pioche ~ goutte schnapps
les poteaux du télégraphe
une cartonnerie
se combler
vilaine bâtiss de sapin
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le scie
la pioche ~ goutte schnapps
les poteaux du télégraphe
une cartonnerie
se combler
vilaine bâtiss de sapin
Tuesday, February 03, 2015
arthur
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je suis dans une belle vallée qui me conduira vers le Lac Majeur et la
vieille Italie. J'ai dormi au coeur du Tessin dans une grange solitaire
où ruminait une vache osseuse qui accepta de le cèder un peu de sa
paille.
Monday, February 02, 2015
in the mood for your love
c'est un peu difficile pour moi
aujourd'hui
la comprehension arrive lentement:
nous avons de la chance à traverser la ville en aimant
sans un mot entre nous.
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aujourd'hui
la comprehension arrive lentement:
nous avons de la chance à traverser la ville en aimant
sans un mot entre nous.