Tag: writing
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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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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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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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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