(6/9/2009 3:32:00 PM)
Lyrics/ Scott Walker sings zero 7
lost in thought
i had so long to act
i learned to draw
for weeks, looking down
rove, rainy afternoons
lost in thought
looking down on nothing
for so long
with nothing to draw on
except these large flat stones
placed on edge
on the groovy stone
the cemetery of their faces
they’ve gone and died
he knows his stuff
about swarms of locusts
and other nimble vermin
(6/7/2009 9:34:00 PM)
freestyle poem project (second draft)
part 2 (no part 1 as yet)
straight from the lolloping buttocks the
frequent bloody stools
by any yardstick,
it is your mother and not a bulldog?
scarcely a small delicate
with about half of its bulk protruding from its mouth
she’ll make an excellent overbite
i take it
by her longing for music
is your lovely wife?
with her strong comforting hands
for pushing back
she appears to be soft and resistless
to your gestures of affection
there crouching on the floor
i ascertain these other plastic features about your knees
are your twin girls
smelling of vegetables
may i suggest a monocle to distinguish one from the other
or a tantalising forename:
one that depends for its success on
the virtue of its speaking the truth
lunick: the cosmonaut’s word for muzzle.
he’s kissing them now
on their cruel curved beaks
the factory (stillsketchynotuptomuchyet)
what is less clear to me
in this maze of industrial circles
silly steaming buttocks
are covered with glue
(the night shift)
we can make our assessments
no etiquette is more rigid or bad deportment
less frowned upon.
the procedure is as follows:
prime a surface and twist in
the direction of a slant
have lots of colours cover the ground until
the dream is over
late, late at night
own simplicity and truth
(this is a far as i’ve come. i envisage more parts before i begin tampering)
Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black
(6/4/2009 7:58:00 PM)
I just wrote a freeform poem titled AFRICA'S SOUL It's for a good cause: email@example.com.See Megan's notice on the first forum for specifics.
(6/3/2009 11:58:00 PM)
May you find out one day what is Love.
May Love find you one day, too.
Love holds the Truth that all is precious.
Love judges no-thing as it is always growing.
Love realizes all is well.
Love understands everything leads to It.
Love asks every person to enter the Mystery.
Few are able, for whatever reasons, enter Love.
Love sets one free.
Love uses everything.
Only in Love can you know Love.
For those still resisting, Love is waiting.
(6/3/2009 9:03:00 PM)
Poets & poetry
it will lie next to judgment
like death and incapacity, bankrupt
oh wonderful irony
liquidation of all that damp-
like an old carpet complexion, an omelette
blanket of raspberry eggs.
you are steering the words, yet
keeping meticulously to hidden rules
an arrangement of random bolts or pins
named, profiled, textured
threaded over and over
effectively a programme of accurate reflection
and little tails sticking up
like tongues fitted against a great volume of air
there we’ll find their heads
i noticed today
displayed as poetry
some improbable words
becoming almost daft
like tarry flavoured pimples cured
preserved by the smoke
there, a blind boy is rounded up
no pitiless talk relief to think of him
in that nearest house
sight staring into space
they alone work, don’t starve
like Africans do that
with bad quality flour, kind
as well as included in the family of that
good natured thing
holding a rank equal to that of a king.
(5/31/2009 11:14:00 AM)
Don't try to tell me lies about what is important in life. Avoid teaching things like honor (only applies if enforced like military an such) . Or being honest (best research about it is the average person decieves at least once every two hours, plus take make-up for example, it is definitely deception, and look at nature, countless creatures conceal themselves for food or to avoid becoming food) . Don't fake me out with your stories of how great the old days were (in the old days there were plenty who spoke of the old days THEN) . Stop all this whining about political figures seeming incorruptable only to find later they are in court facing corruption charges, (studies show that there are 1500 Lobbyist for each D.C. politician) . Cease talking about how bad speeding 5 or 10 miles over the speed limit is, (on any given day one can watch speeding patrol cars without lights or sirens) . Don't tell me how great your belief is or how you 'know' what you believe is true, (the record of such belief myopia leading to a dead end or worse are legendary) . And get off that high horse of how to properly spell or gramerically say something, (some of the most powerful, influencial writing is decidely not all correct spelling and grammer)
Oh, and for those who think they are being an 'individual' by wearing clothes or hair in a certain way, forget about it...your friends dress the same way. So much for being independent. Harley Davidson riders like to say they are 'individualist' - what a laugh! Harely Davison riders are all part of a tribe of common niche people, and to top it off, they are unwitting victims of great marketing! Yes, there are honest people, but you won't find them spouting how honest they are. There are people with honor but they don't need to be trained to kill or wear a suit or uniform. So on and so forth...
(5/30/2009 8:57:00 PM)
‘When the individual line ceases to have energy for me I usually break the line there' Ed Dorn
(5/28/2009 8:31:00 PM)
if a poem isn’t an excursion, then what is it?
a stroll down memory lane?
unconquerable fear (an excursion into the mountains)
ice tilted sunwards
weight well forward
small hand holds
a sense of exposure
makes that foot placement look dicey
(5/28/2009 8:18:00 PM)
sometimes it’s an idea to pepper your forum posts with
spelling errors of omission.
by that, i mean for example: weigt for weight
not weight for wait
it will give your replies especially,
the addled effect of spotaneity
(5/27/2009 10:42:00 PM)
to those who say what else is there to write about
when there is hunger and privatisation in the world
i’ll reinstate two stalwarts:
the positron and freemasory