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Saturday, October 31, 2015
mining the age of entitlement
http://www.tai.org.au/content/mining-age-entitlement
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Friday, October 30, 2015
Thursday, October 29, 2015
h and the wwwww
a beat inspired spoken verse be-bop band in front of a bookstore downtown playing for whiskey. smooth acid smooth razor smooth skin peeling smooth on the bend smooth working up and down smooth on the flesh kind of smooth wrap your fingers round me smooth filling the emptiness with words smooth never had been cannot be a has been smooth.
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Wednesday, October 28, 2015
billy lion
how did you say it?
well i just blurted it out in the only way i know how.
the words just rolled off the tongue.
i had no idea what i was talking about.
are you sure you were talking at all?
well the thought was definitely there.
clearly, but did you say anything?
i am sure those thoughts came barrelling out like a runaway train.
not a casual tone then.
it felt like i was reading something i didn't understand, i was laying it on real thick, heavy like, like reading Tasso.
Tasso?
yeh.
romantic does not get you anywhere in this city, Paris is a city of commitment. Look at Gainsbourg, died in the sixth and they threw him in Lachaise instead of the Pantheon.
You want Gainsbourg in the Pantheon?
So you recited Tasso and, then you passed out on the dance floor?
yeh, down at the o.p.a.
then what happened?
well, i woke up and, i thought that i had just been laid.
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well i just blurted it out in the only way i know how.
the words just rolled off the tongue.
i had no idea what i was talking about.
are you sure you were talking at all?
well the thought was definitely there.
clearly, but did you say anything?
i am sure those thoughts came barrelling out like a runaway train.
not a casual tone then.
it felt like i was reading something i didn't understand, i was laying it on real thick, heavy like, like reading Tasso.
Tasso?
yeh.
romantic does not get you anywhere in this city, Paris is a city of commitment. Look at Gainsbourg, died in the sixth and they threw him in Lachaise instead of the Pantheon.
You want Gainsbourg in the Pantheon?
So you recited Tasso and, then you passed out on the dance floor?
yeh, down at the o.p.a.
then what happened?
well, i woke up and, i thought that i had just been laid.
Tuesday, October 27, 2015
cohabitation
they are doing it
no one is really sure what it is that they are at
what are you doing
just sitting at the machine without a phone without a knock on the door, but once in a while a foreigner waltzes in and out, but then i realise that i am the foreigner and he is at home
what does that do for you?
ruins my dreamtime
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no one is really sure what it is that they are at
what are you doing
just sitting at the machine without a phone without a knock on the door, but once in a while a foreigner waltzes in and out, but then i realise that i am the foreigner and he is at home
what does that do for you?
ruins my dreamtime
Monday, October 26, 2015
chromeur
i just told them the truth, it seemed to me the only option, but a bizarre one at that. i stole to keep living. they took pity on me and issued a fine, thereby making it furthermore necessary to steal. not exactly what i would equate with a just punishment no matter how deserved.
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Friday, October 23, 2015
missing ice
the not trying to win just trying to be beautiful. we have pushed beyond survival, this is not in order to make a living, this is signification, this is the meaning giving act. we have the words and the words have us in and of themselves.
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Thursday, October 22, 2015
third storey window
leonie leading me through corridors downstairs across a square through a gate then more corridors upstairs and finally to a door with number 86 fumbling for a key i just look her in the eyes completely i cannot say if she knows for sure there is no light coming in through the window i am already falling into the room very close to meeting the edge of the bed with the forehead but leonie pulls me down toward her
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Wednesday, October 21, 2015
hey billy tea
i am an ex con i got out i was i am a rat i thought i was saving myself make a brand new start of it with frank but had i known just how short the sentences were i would not have bothered muttering a word so i hid of course i thought i was done for but they found me broke me up and left me to heal to get on with the living in a chair with nothing but the drugs to look forward to and for a moment your sweet arse come in here every other day, but it is a mockery, what am i going to do with it now, i cannot give you what you need with this wreck of a body
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Tuesday, October 20, 2015
conjugal
i can take the little time off now to rest to be undisturbed not too think longer on what is going on outside the window i never thought myself caught up in this mess it will not matter this will be lost like so many sottises around these parts people never know they dont have the time to read you see how quickly the professionally privatised industrialisation of war supports the centre of the modern western lifespanstyle
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Monday, October 19, 2015
inner west quatre chemins rixdorf slurry erko bra
to start each time again hardly makes it worth the while to sleep at all, most of the time i feel as though i sleep only to keep the peace amongst neighbours, no one appreciates a twenty-four hour construction site, not here, not anywhere, but yes, i have found these no places, ephemeral places, untenable and, it is their short livedness that serves as inspiration to burn midnight oils into the dawn of another death drive, the of home, death of an epich, death of possibility, death of routine, death of banality, usually followed by coffee.
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Friday, October 16, 2015
uncle gary
tennis is a true test of ones nobility and is only played in the courts of crimson kings, an indoor sport. when i eventually played the indoor sport out of doors i had no success. although i did go on to become nice ping pong champion of '32.
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Thursday, October 15, 2015
a count ability
well i really do not need to step outside of my circle, i just feel good with sitting and being who i am where i is. you do not need to be running around serving me, i am not really sure that i need to drink straight away, but you know once i get it on i lose count. do you understand, i lost count. i lost it.
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Wednesday, October 14, 2015
par rapport
between the sex drive and the work drive, well that depends on the relation.
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Tuesday, October 13, 2015
rue st martin
i would have enjoyed a harrison show more than a mccartney one, but who is to tell, i am not of my generation.
you're an anti-survivor story.
a late night story.
a story come lately.
well you know i am still part of the no class fumbling around in the pocket of my own poverty.
poetry man, real.
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you're an anti-survivor story.
a late night story.
a story come lately.
well you know i am still part of the no class fumbling around in the pocket of my own poverty.
poetry man, real.
Monday, October 12, 2015
une infection
get right onto the next one push through disease and infirmaries, writing is a disease an unknown suffering a disconnect between identity and world, delusions of being-in-the-world.
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Friday, October 09, 2015
l'existence l'etre l'un l'autre
no worries, fiscal irresponsibility is just the response to global corporate mismanagement.
oh thanks, here i was thinking that i'd been a total dick about it, not eating the sandwiches and all. i mean, thanks for preparing them, but i am not going to be able to eat.
smile be happy and comfortable it's a fucking compliment to be at ease.
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oh thanks, here i was thinking that i'd been a total dick about it, not eating the sandwiches and all. i mean, thanks for preparing them, but i am not going to be able to eat.
smile be happy and comfortable it's a fucking compliment to be at ease.
Thursday, October 08, 2015
le troisieme
get the tape out and repair the spine as best as one can. there is a little theatre piece tonight down in the third or we could stay here and swing by the velo soiree.
joshi loves cycling.
the cat loves to claw into the sandals.
i thought crows cawl.
but i am a raven
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joshi loves cycling.
the cat loves to claw into the sandals.
i thought crows cawl.
but i am a raven
Wednesday, October 07, 2015
a soutenir des souvenirs
it will be the opposite for me; this will be something to look back on in fondness with tears in the eyes and a heaviness in the chest. a moment from moments, an instant from instants, one from the rest, one of the best.
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Tuesday, October 06, 2015
heidegger
investment in the education system is outdated. over educated population does not get a grip on the quantum accident; rock hurtling through spacetime.
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Monday, October 05, 2015
carte postale
on the other side of airborne cancer we have been waiting to break the drought of doubt, i love you like a violin, have we even thought what we might do if we survive ourselves, all this turning inward and messing around with words thought feeling, falling through screaming, you never wrote me a letter.
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Friday, October 02, 2015
otherwise than
i need the time to read and write, without the time i neither read nor write and, if i am doing other things than reading and writing, one could say, i am not reading nor writing at all, but doing something else, something otherwise than reading and writing. what is a painter who puts down her brush, what is a poet who puts down his pen?
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Thursday, October 01, 2015
savoy
the lyrics are spastic genius.
yeh, it helps that the music is pretty good.
sure sure, seal it up in a crypt and take it with you over to the other side.
curvy country roads well tarmac'd is what you want to be taking with you.
oh yeh give me some mountainous region.
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yeh, it helps that the music is pretty good.
sure sure, seal it up in a crypt and take it with you over to the other side.
curvy country roads well tarmac'd is what you want to be taking with you.
oh yeh give me some mountainous region.