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LAST DAY IN OASIS TOWN, DESERT
-the wind was seething, heavy. -after waking, and gazing at the pummelled window -i pulled my patchwork desert gear into a bag. -i borrowed some sandals, a bike, and ate a healthy bowl of noodle. -then peddled scowling at the wind. -in the town, in the open maze of buildings, -the sands were kept at…
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SKP
the hat was a little too smug the morning turned into a bug with my freehand i waveddown a fastspeeding car and poured into the door from a jug the morning incredibly thin the sun scuttled up with a grin the black leather bag with its money and buckles hung grasped by the scruff in…
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FOLLOW THE WEED SMOKE
follow the weed smoke. here 3 boys sit on a bench by a fence in a field with a hedge and a road and a row of young houses they are grinning they are talking they get serious somewhere walking then they joke when they smoke follow the weed smoke. here’s a girlfriend with a…
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TREE
the soul of my feet kiss the seat of the sky my head buried deep as a bone my arms splayed akimbo, away from my side my trunk is a gnarly old throne a child sits under my leafy green shade drinking the juice from a lime the crust is my college, i suck dirt…
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HORSE
enter the field of the galloping stallionkicking up mud like a young rapscallionclods of mud in the clean cut airnostrils flicker while the white eyes glareflaming mane and thumping legswarily edge back, back to the hedgeviolin bow tail, violin wailhoofprint, horseshit, horseshoe trailstrange thing with the wigwam skinbucktooth beast with the habsburg chinhorse in the…
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IMMIGRANT
this song is dedicated to all migrants, immigrants, emigrants, nomads, refugees, and foreigners. may your wondering feet take you where you need to be and may the rabid forces of border control and beaurocracy disappear from your holy lives. lyrics: .. far away on another continentshe looked up at the stars, hand on her heart,…
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Beast
the long man of wilmington is this guy on this hill who carries two sticks or staves or spears or dowsing rods and he tells of solstice and watches over the people. good luck, people.
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nUBE aZUL – letras en español
mis letras a español, de los albumes the cloud (LA NUBE) y my blue tempers (MIS TEMPERAMENTOS AZULES). traducciones por el mismisimo güeivi éliot con ayuda de meli. burning hot coffeea swanmountain sea & desert treepoisonsnowliverrollerlightning songbenidorm todaydark eyesst. catherineella gravitygood morninghimalayablues noirdrugstxtpinstripe trousersmirrorblack sheep moanpequeño huracántrainno feelings + little fish BURNING HOT COFFEE 10:59…
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the PETROGLYPH.
i stalk past broken pines, past stonewall partitions swallowed by moss, past the young oaks of autumn with rust in their leaves, their bodies skewed and contorted, past barrel-chested chestnuts, almost-forgotten giants, their torsos thickset and stocky, their trunks hacked and pruned and farmed continuously for hundreds of years, by long chains of generations, untill…
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Ripple-Watching
7 sep 2024 ripple-watching a stone thrown in a slow fish shows his slicing fin the circles move through solid time the trees reflect in broken lines the branches climb the waves come close they touch the land the meaning grows buried in my heart my problem buried in my chest the truth opening my…
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Diario #1 de Amanda Trip
Este diario fue escrita por la gran escritora y amiga mía Amanda Trip, sobre sus viajes por centro America. Good read! En 10 días voy a estar en la península de Yucatán. Me costó tomar la decisión porque la relación con M es un vaivén. Nuestras conversaciones diarias … diario #1
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OLD WORLD
old world is a book about the future.old world is a book about time.old world is a book about the end of the world. old world is a series of tales woven through 5 time-inverted chapters. it is labyrinthian and weighted and geometrical; a kaleidoscopic cast of characters revolve like a strange machine around a…
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When…
when i began to learn to love is when i learnt to live with love and all i had was everything though all of things was not enough so off i took in search of things and things i found them everywhere and everywhere was not a place and anyone was not a face so…
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7 COLOURS
7 COLOURS is a long text that was a catharsis, an exorcism of my 7 selves. once i had located them inside myself, i allowed them to speak and express their personalities, their fears and desires, and they took the form of 7 colours. sometimes the speaking voice was my own, speaking about the colour,…
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10 poemarios
I completed these 10 poemarios, which are hand-made books filled with my texts and stories and drawings photos and rimes and non-rimes, written over the years. They are organised by chapters of roughly where i was based during each phase of my life and although the titles are kind of arbitrary since i moved around…
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The Destroying of the Super Ego
When i was a child I made myself a castle In the sand The tides came I reinforced it With sand The winds blew I cemented it With sand I dug canals To irrigate it I planted flags To commemorate it; I got lost In labyrinths I left myself there Roaming the corridors And banging…
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A Song about The Beast
the beast is the unknown, the shadow self, the empty underbelly of life, the unwanted emotions, the supine feminine, the fear, the monsters, the nightmares, the anxieties, the paranoid daydreams, the void, the abyss, the subconscious sickness, the buried horrors, the traumas, the tremors, the illusory world, maya, the devils, the evils, saturn devouring his…
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A Poem about The Day
Sunshine and a fresh breeze But i bend to a muddy puddle Where the mud lays silted and unmoving And the water looks calm and clean enough To drink And no rain but rain; As the puddle blooms and ripples By the lightest of raindrops And the grass still wet And the sky is blue…
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Gao Xingjiang – One Man’s Bible
gao xingjiang is abstract and misty and protective and distant, but also slowly rewarding and fulfilling. soul mountain by him is a book i read years ago and often thought about. he lived through the chinese revolution and maintained an artistic spirit under a guise of standard straightforward citizen. in this book he grudgingly goes…
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My Old Website
I’d like to say good bye to this old website design. It is original and i made it completely myself, with no idea of how to code but i did it anyway. Many of these texts feel obsolete to me now, but many more have been edited, improved and made even more beautiful here. The…
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New bookmarks page uploaded
hello, i have a page on my site that i’m excited to share. it’s a project that has been in the making for decades, and it has finally come together. i’ve been curating this list and typing up these little fragments from old peeling notebooks which have come with me over the years and over…
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New Song Uploaded: Ouse River BLues
I am sharing this upload of an old song I made when my old town, which sits in the swampy marshlands, flooded over back in the year 2000. The song is filled with little references which I found funny or interesting at the time: – “I walked on up the river where the lady poet…
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A Litany
i want to share a poem i just uploaded. it’s a poem i’ve had hanging around for years on this long taped-together fold-out. I don’t know what it means, nor what possessed me to write it, make it, to research it and to cut it up and tape it all together, but here we have…
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Wrath of God
the flow-rising river is grounding felicity below, so mark steel caps and angel crosses against losses, captain, for your strength is devoured by humidity, corroded by our loving waters… and don’t look back into my eyes, doña of the river; my gaze is colonial and fierce. my brutal eyeballs score no mercy, least not on…
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Train
Scuttling and screaming Grey sky dreaming The beggar man shuffling Down carriages for nothing Train doors chirping Beggar man hurting Organs bruised and buried by life Knife-like lurking Train tracks cold and glitter cut dirty Concrete skirting Vanishing passages Flowing souls Burning effigies Tubular cacophony A girl looking back at me Where do we go?
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Collect
Visions And place them Thoroughly Within The game intrepid’s Loose and leafy Fields of your mind’s own Eye, Stacked elf-like Between Iron And/or Ore