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LuVV EXizTz – for Y, who knows me where i do not know me, who i know, where she imperceptibly senses, of her self fragilizing self, | a poetics of confusions
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LuVV EXizTz – for Y, who knows me where i do not know me, who i know, where she imperceptibly senses, of her self fragilizing self,. May 15, 2015. What I dream I had:. Pressed in organdy;. Clothed in crinoline of smoky Burgundy;. Softer than the rain. I wandered empty streets. Down past the shop displays. I heard cathedral bells. Tripping down the alley ways,. As I walked on. And when you ran to me. Your cheeks flushed with the night. We walked on frosted fields of juniper and lamplight,. I held your hand.
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(drafts (of possible)) dabs towards an ethics / poetics of violent confusion / confused violence | a poetics of confusions
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Drafts (of possible) dabs towards an ethics / poetics of violent confusion / confused violence. May 22, 2015. DRAFTS OF DABS PDF. One thought on “ (drafts (of possible) dabs towards an ethics / poetics of violent confusion / confused violence. Pingback: multiple failure: halberstam / white diamond: herzog a poetics of confusions. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Notify me of new comments via email.
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Sum places we are bin; or, ode to a future past perfect | a poetics of confusions
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Sum places we are bin; or, ode to a future past perfect. May 15, 2015. You will not have seen me vice verses. I final scene i count the bend. A roaring force inchoate ever. About to be beginning flickers. Into diminishing returns at its most. Loudest blinding enveloping point. The gum i flick i try ter pry from finger to. The world squelches remaining indexes together. A silent congregation of muck and stretch. The uncounted HD vintage moments. That never quite took place and engraved. This is the time f...
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to be worthy (not) to be | a poetics of confusions
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To be worthy (not) to be. June 7, 2015. Lotto Thiessen, 2014. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. I am for those / ex maKin@.
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i am for those / ex maKin@ | a poetics of confusions
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I am for those / ex maKin@. June 5, 2015. I am for those. Who – so that others. Ungainly twist into less. Of which there are. Cohen NO s) various. I am for those who. To smash their skulls. Because there is no i. Of the objet a. I told you you wld be. Wasting your time talking. To her / however; you would not be. Wasting your time / if you were. Urmphf, bARFF, guLp, gollywop, munch, chomp,. Time is such a faultloose spear you whisper. You have loved enuff now let me be. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Review...
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Belly inter-landscape | a poetics of confusions
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Please send more belly quotes! The belly is the reason man does not so easily measure himself with God. Friedrich Nietzsche, Maxims and interludes, #141,. Beyond good and evil. My bronze Buddha belly in the bathtub. Is getting pruned in the last foam. I kiss my holy belly,. My little slurf in space. Zonderlinge kruising tussen aap en priester. Cornelis van der Wal. This sphere does not have the rational beauty of the geometrical body, but for that it has the great safety of a belly.(Gaston Bachelard,.
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ballad of goddamn the gloom sun | a poetics of confusions
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Ballad of goddamn the gloom sun. May 6, 2015. BALLAD FOR GLOOM, EZRA POUND. For God, our God is a gallant foe. That playeth behind the veil. I have loved my God as a child at heart. That seeketh deep bosoms for rest,. I have loved my God as a maid to man. But lo, this thing is best:. To love your God as a gallant foe that plays behind the veil;. To meet your God as the night winds meet beyond Arcturus’ pale. I have played with God for a woman,. I have staked with my God for truth,. His dice be not of ruth.
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further (parentheticals) | a poetics of confusions
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8212;——. Who has no taste of acid on his tongue – Jack Spicer. Consider the page not as a space, but as a death occurring in the gap between writing and wanting to say – Steve McCaffery. Experimentation on ourselves is our only identity – Deleuze,. Do not ask me who I am and do not ask me to remain the same – Foucault. A pervasive murmuring everywhere. But where is the sun? Tja, with everything so sunny, you forget the sun itself. –. Lebniz in a letter to Malebranche. Seek ye out of the book of the Lord,...
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sow HE WLD KiLL THeM tO KeeP thEM cUmpUnni | a poetics of confusions
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