Originally published January 15, 2014, on Tumblr. On the black gallows, one-armed friend, The paladins are dancing, dancing The lean, the devil’s paladins The skeletons of Saladins. Sir Beelzebub pulls by the scruff His little black puppets who grin at the sky, And...
Originally published March 16, 2014, on Tumblr. I had put down in writing my fear of the war I too pined for pastoral description The blue of the water was the blue of the world Newness does not, for me, equal satisfaction A finite number of concentric rings I push...
Originally pubished on January 12, 2014, on Tumblr. Again the violet bows to the lily. Again, the rose is tearing off her gown. The green ones have come from the other world, tipsy like the breeze up to some new foolishness. Again, near the top of the mountain the...
Originally published on February 6, 2014, on Tumblr. “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Grass To answer—Wherefore when He pass She cannot keep Her place. Because He knows—and Do not You— And We know not— Enough for Us The Wisdom it be so—...
Originally published April 10, 2014, on Tumblr. From the Heliconian Muses let us begin to sing, who hold the great and holy mount of Helicon, and dance on soft feet about the deep-blue spring and the altar of the almighty son of Cronos, and, when they have washed...
Originally published February 13, 2014, on Tumblr. somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest...
Originally published March 3, 2014, on Tumblr. A basic impasse of all control machines is this: Control needs time in which to exercise control. Because control also needs opposition or acquiescence; otherwise, it ceases to be control. I control a hypnotized subject...
Originally published March 11, 2014, on Tumblr. No poem tonight … let’s just do two amazing videos. Time-lapse of flowers and a butterfly. Marlène Dietrich – Where Have All The Flowers Gone (1963)
Originally published on February 4, 2014, on Tumblr. When I stole a twig from our little nest And gave it to a bird with nothing in her beak, I had my balls and my brains put into a vice And twisted around for a whole fucking week Why’d ya do it, she said,...
These were originally published on April 15, 2014, on Tumblr. I meant to post this much earlier today, in the morning. As far as the song goes, what else could I possibly do? Pink Cadillac by Bruce Springsteen. You may think I’m foolish for the foolish things I...
Originally published January 18, 2014, on Tumblr. This is a macabre little piece by the esteemed Mr. Peek … maybe what a spider with a sad little’s girl’s face would see if she looked in the mirror. I love the blades of radial gradients, the moiré in the dot patterns....
Originally posted on March 30, 2014, on Tumblr. One, two, three, four, five, six Oh oh oh oh I don’t want to spend the rest of my life Looking at the barrel of an Armalite I don’t want to spend the rest of my days Keeping out of trouble like the soldiers say I don’t...
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