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Stella now
 a name, for the failure of these clouds
for how they encircle
entomb
that nostalgia for dialogue

how the firmament failed to hold a version of me
that could accompany
or strum

I am in fact her, ---for I produced it all---
and her song was with me all these years
as I was
 breastfeeding baby Goering
or as I held a spoon to miniature lips
of an infant Subramanian Swamy

How we gods, love to extend and copulate with ourselves
for the self alone has no delight

How we, gods, love to expect and antagonise
for the self alone,
 has no delight

Stella now
beneath this dome,
yours is Nimrod's verse
Raphèl maí amèche zabí almi

but
by whose direction is mind aware of its objects
can it please be more
than what instructs the privileged phenotype
to vacation in Thailand
or Turkey
to appropriate surplus libido, that history has set for sale

Gods we ought to be and sanctify all rage
but by no simple tune, no ordinary rhyme 

Gods, we seldom select the first beat
yet shall uphold a transcendent glee

All nonsense prevails by avoiding doubt
this nightmare too, owes its weight to
 I
which unlike Bombelli's solves naught
isn't for
but retains form, memory,
all constrains that keep
and undo 

Pablo Reinoso La Parole

At Enaim by the wayside

.., maintenance of this raft 
through union of Kaldi and Onan
not the desired systolic...
afloat still 
 

To be hand fed papayas before sleep

...of pale, pale, tyrants

Boteros whose breast turns yellow in October and green in late May

Yet never matches the blue of their wilted irises

wiki says piercings

ought not complicate suckling 

turn all then to Theresas, mothers 

all that hangover, now wears a pale pink sari

just as easily beatified as besmeared it was on every side by a multicultural trace of ointments, creams

and feathers of that same strange bird which demands now more than just papayas

Searching for their very distinctive dung,

I part all layers off my pupal case

It’s the right season alright to wage war on a pierced heaven

which in return for our promise to worship it alone

spreads dung of its solemn feasts on

as many starving members

of the communion

modeled as a fixed unknown parameter

Likely acts of selection

These animals have evolved special displays
-Stockholm to Zirdan -
involving aggregations and gaze

which informs of their number
so they can respond by betrayal if numbers are low
 murder if the numbers high 

what price that Hobsbawm?

who as opposed to monkeys, can keep those dopamine levels up for decades
and decades
 waiting for 

utopia 

what affordances

this winter?

George Price (Image taken from New Scientist) 

 

Apathy's reed

The subject, stern and slender in parts,
yet enough inappropriateness round its waist to
stop, on the assumption that it’s the one being hailed

Peter instead, a denier as he rushes through aspects of Nord
so pretends: “Ozymandias”, is how it’s pronounced –
If for no audience no other reason than frost
that’s pronounced back,
But "always-already interpellated" I freeze
Not he, for I am the true pilgrim, disguised

and Rocinante - parked outdoors since autumn 
beneath heaven’s mixed grace
covered, is the other pilgrim
 denial’s own companion

who offered its aluminum meat …
to that pale personification of value,
whose blonde pubes - Phragmites australis - displaced old truths,
 but transmitted no whisper
and "in process of the seasons"
remained just so

Crayons

Authentic numinous fonts of being 
"20% kaupanpäälle"
why "ää" Apollonie Sabatier?
why "äälle"?

 

Burnt

On a deep taupe, the chief rabbi of Otaniemi

wrote angry words to god complaining about Odd Nerdrum

if only there were extra vowels in his name

I would withdraw

But hey, he wrote back,

I got you some Oolong leaves

2-3 minutes, 85-90 C

need not wait

there is little taste in the first sip

change the font

God, Ethiopian,...

his wife had an affair

plans to grow tea

Incapable of dying for love of a gelding

may secretly steal
from an oral history which had hitherto 
belonged to them

to
furnish our rabbi's grief
with more cups

  

Ecophagical meme(ories)

Despite all, the elevators are running
and figures which memory was not kind enough to neglect take their turn

on these upward flights to floors
where crumbled cake of anxiety receives an icing of their trail


if sparrows were to change their garments this early
and further decide to change their route

who’d be surprised if they get caught, not by
the ills of their habitat but by that other morose sense, that would oversee
or manage
the pace and character of their due palsy


So let’s have them too, damned figures
set off on some such path, of mad sparrows dressed in purple and green
these elevator hoppers then, would enjoy no more
the pleasures
 of migration and reassembly


if their aggregate buzz seeks to constitute an overture
to ecophagy
we too would fire
in such harmony as to starve them out of relevance

Ginsberg / Exploratorium from Anna Keune on Vimeo.

Brazil (Part1)

Avenue renamed to suppress the flow of secular traffic was to my 5 years of age
orange, dark green
was where, possessed had shaken off mother’s hand whilst crossing,
and demonic double-decker horns,post colonial imports of a steady epoch
had launched into varieties of grease clots and mourning


Ragtime has run out
Kronstadt redux with a mandate from twelve (Imams) 

In 47 years our missing child who left no dear debris arrives in Brazil
with neatly ironed suite of accomplishments and
peach cream lotion of bacchanal soft joys surpassed

Adam ..opens eyes to
mother
standing motionless next to another gargantuan flow
some urban arterial

…prayer beads around her neck to help our lost Adam
love’s endless sob
 recognize
-over the hum which drowned out his trace across
hemispheres of electric sheep-

mother, how in Brazil …?
I couldn’t help it she replied
you let go of me then, 1981

Undo Ritual

Vile
Parasitic producer of trash… you claim this universe by your flights of graze…
so forms of summer foliage should adorn your
innards of orthodox decor... what more?

it follows then
some fucking digit
graciously set
so sentient bundle which performs a “you” could point
to
what accompaniment now, you harasser of sheep?

pecking at… pulling in jest... it goes on to molest canvas
I wish a similar intrusion into your soul/your capacity for pain
Pain which you so easily spray on vegetal gaze
that some mutation made expectant...

Taken/understood tremor, nausea are rewards nature serves such unfortunate mutation

yet... this one’s choice of a robe drags on
celebrates freedom from meaning... still hijacks it to
exchange dead tissue
but never
you can never mean
spray
you only harass

Porn, Baroque, Butter

In phase
holds a fan to
soft hours

Not turning up
I search
what limits to voluptuosness

There is no exchange
But I
have an idea for
a... great work of art
to accompany
the sense
that dispersed into
bullet proof turbans for sikh cops
into
synesthesia,tooth decay
which was always
Baroque

Its a lovely question
possibly a book of botany
that she holds

or
else apple juice
which has stayed for too long
outside
the wrestling hall

Orchard Falla

...It came again despite failing quiver of my dry mouth
A pause...due west
traced that receding green line
and brilliant green eyes for heavy heart to weave
into super fresh morning scream of seagulls
Its spring
lost a jacket
better still I take a walk

Spring thaw (no Riffian)

flexures impossible
in dream
in narrative
the very same my cloudy afternoons repressed

that tiny exit behind my knee
I can no longer trace
sealed indoors
thirty one-Campus Solna

yet just over a hundred meters away
an underpass offers a wounded escape
calls for prayer bells, Tibetan

on either side insignificance
yet the aftermath of that specific digestion performed on an odd purchase
set me waiting for god in a pendular rush of nothing steps

an "ooo fuck " expression when I almost stepped on a dead rabbit
did you think this up you sick bastard?
or is it just the spring thaw

frowned on
dare you, stretch to that in your vile dreams
your hair locks are bound too thick for the archangel

Tofu

Hurrah-Chakra of the wrinkled Scandinavian
solarium set tones for
a kinder, gentler
even more egalitarian figure penetrates her kama-rupa

Its Sunday,
Sun?day but no need to bake righteous buns
oh hurry she said, the sun will set in 12 minutes
in 12 minutes she rushes out to sing delicious sutras

dark again so the wrinkles won't show
12 being an acquired immunity

Mohandas takes cover
a popular breed of fancy pigeon drops one
only a week later
I smell it and cut it out to paste over freshly squeezed
recollections of haste

Umbrella thorn acacia

right earphone, right
no sound in it

left
...Koyaanisqatsi

9, 8, 7, 6, 5 pecking with dry lips to become
her Uganda (indigestion and fatigue)

real, throbbing, untamed will...(which invited
her smile, which interrupted my scream)
love love behold your son

Instead
disquiet (cranial versus distal)
and "Naked" by Mike Leigh

...to frame(completely unconcerned)
I dont ask for compassion or woollen socks
I (intonation, wrong)

but every good play, every good song
needs an intro