THE HEAVY ARTILLERY

inspired by Hafiz's work

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Sound said to me, “I want to be holy”
I replied, “Dear, what ‘s the problem? You already are”
Then Sound quipped back, “What do you mean?”
“Well, the wind speaks, does it not? 
And what about the refrain of geese?
And what the moo and the baa and the rooster at dawn,
And the chorus from the sea and the rain, and the thunder?
Is not it all part of Id, thus sacred?
I think Id has surrounded us; 
We better give up or Id might bring out the heavy artillery…
Like just outright lifting Ids skirt everywhere
Think of all the sweet madness that would cause”

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CHAPEL TRAIN

inspired by "La beauté" - Charles Baudelaire

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I sleep in Chapel Train, I dream in Chapel Train

I see from Chapel Train, the praise of a stone,

the glory of her throne

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Tu es belle ma soeur, comme un rêve de pierre

Je suis belle, ô mortels! Comme un rêve de pierre

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Je trône dans l'azur comme un sphinx incompris;

J'unis un cœur de neige à la blancheur des cygnes;

Je hais le mouvement qui déplace les lignes,

Et jamais je ne pleure et jamais je ne ris.

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Je suis belle, ô mortels! Comme un rêve de pierre

Tu es belle ma soeur, comme un rêve de pierre

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Les poètes, devant mes grandes attitudes,

Que j'ai l'air d'emprunter aux plus fiers monuments,

Consumeront leurs jours en d'austères études;

Car j'ai, pour fasciner ces dociles amants,

De purs miroirs qui font toutes choses plus belles:

Mes yeux, mes larges yeux aux clartés éternelles!

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And I have to dream, I have to see

The praise of the stone, the glory of her throne

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THE GREEN GLOVE

inspired by Max Klinger's work

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I Thank You saw love in Me

I Thank You saw Me

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You niversal Me

Youniverse saw Me

Youni verse all Me

The Youni verse Soul Me/We

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You sucked it out

Freeing Me

Now I see You

As You’ve seen Me

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Inside mind Mists of You

Inside light touching You

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ASTEROIDS

inspired by "Humankind" - Timothy Morton

 

We are the asteroid.

It’s under my skin and it is my skin.

The uncanny spectrality...

Uncanniness, paranoia ambiguity indices of reality.

 

World is perforated. Only ever something you can be poor in. Cheap enough for everything to have it. A range of overlapping worlds. Shared worlds with all kinds of tattered, broken worlds.

 

Shared worlds with other tattered broken worlds. The world of spiders, the world of tigers, the world of bacteria. Personal identity needs an upgrade or downgrade world to a manifold inviting to nonhuman beings. This cat isn’t a guest in my house; it’s a member of the family. We are both guests of each other, guests of the house, and the house is a guest of ourselves.

 

We are the asteroid. We are Spiders.

We are Tigers. We are Bacteria.

 

World is always spectral.

World is the noise your behaviour makes.

Miaow

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BLAKE'S DIVINE LIGHT

inspired by William Blake's work

 

Les Esprits sont nus, les Humains vêtus

Ah ses yeux…  Sous ses yeux

Sous ses mains…  Ah ces mains!

 

Les Corps Nus des Esprits, habillés Humains

Plus Concrets que les Vivants

Beaucoup de Tourments

Robert son Frère, les Serpents, le Diable qui l’accompagne

Blake’s Divine Light

Pouring down Dante’s Moat/ Mount/ Motte

 

I Corpi nudi, spiriti allontanati

Sublimi Stracci, fra le Mani

Sotto gli Occhi

 

Blake’s Divine Light

Pouring down on Me/Mount/ Motte/ Moat

 

I don’t want

Le Paradis s’attend

Anymore

 

I Leave

Le Paradis Satan

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DR. N

inspired by "Dr. Nigger" - Neal Hall

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Dr. Nigger, can you cure me without touching me with nigga hands. Can you save my life, without changing my life with those nigga hands. Can you dance soft-shoe while humming those negro tunes while you save my life.

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Dr. Nigger, can you reach past the life we’ve taken from you and save my life without letting the white life pass me by.

Can you stay on the colored side of the color line and reach across your woes without touching me with those nigga hands

to restart my blue heart, without changing my cold heart.

Can you reach inside yourself beyond the shit we put in you…

past painful moments we put in you… past despair and hopelessness we’ve put in you and find that old black magic in you to change my life without touching

all the shit we put in you.

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Dr. Nigger, can you be bigger for just one minute in it, for more than just one minute in it, to save my life sans prendre ma vie.

Can you dance soft-shoe while humming negro tunes when my white life codes blue. Ma vie se teint de bleu.

Can you breathe in me air free of nigga from a nigger not free to breathe in free air.

Can you cure me, sans me toucher

Can you save my life, sans la changer

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ASK THE DUST

  inspired by "Ask the dust" - John Fante

  

Here I go, let me be

  O boy do, I love it

  O God do, I love you

  And you and you and you

  

Here I go, feel so good

  Feel so sweet, warm and soft

  Delicious, delirious

  

Up the river and over the see

  This is you and this is me

  

Here I go…

  ...and this is me

  

Oui oui oui

  

Big fat words

  Little fat words

  Big thin words

  Little thin words

  

Here I go…

  …and this is me

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GRIFFY THE COOPER

  inspired by "Spoon River Anthology" - Edgar Lee Masters

  

THE cooper should know about tubs

  But I learned about life as well,

  And you who loiter around these graves

  Think you know life

  

You think your eye sweeps about a wide horizon, perhaps,

  In truth you are only looking around the interior of your tub

  

You cannot lift yourself to its rim

  And see the outer world of things,

  And at the same time see yourself,

  And at the same time see yourself 

  

You are submerged in the tub of yourself —

  Taboos and rules and appearances, Are the staves of your tub

  

Break them and dispel the witchcraft

  Of thinking your tub is life!

  And that you know life!

  And that you know life!

  

You are submerged in the tub of yourself —

  Taboos and rules and appearances, Are the staves of your tub

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CLAWS IN THE SKY

inspired by "Shantaram" - Gregory David Roberts

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My love put claws in the sky

But what the claws? What the paws?

Which lightness in the bones? Which silence of blood’s flow?

To thread through the spacey cemetery?

And tread upon the unborn mystery?

 

Too heavy for Heaven, too loud for a cloud

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How is it to have your claws in the sky?

Can Heaven be gripped? And taken back to you?

Or is it climbing the dream?

Too heavy for Heaven, my love

Too loud for a cloud, put claws in the sky

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Won’t it be ripped open? I don’t want that

Just try and hang up there still… Printed in the blue tapestry

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But what the claws? What the paws?

Which lightness in the bones? Which silence of blood’s flow?

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To thread through the spacey cemetery?

And tread upon the unborn mystery?

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Too loud for a cloud

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7 LEGS SPIDER

inspired by Tomàs Saraceno's work

 

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