In my rush to make
breakfast we are all out of
eggs
bread
milk
cheese
bacon
and the parsley has a yellowish
tinge like it's possessed by
the Necronomicon.
I hope it tastes all right.
13.4.16
21.3.16
Bust of Stadholder-King William III (1650-1702), 1699 - Jan Blommendael
The curls of his wig
like a mountain of skulls
a drugged pose,
ready for the brush
The eye lands softly,
confrontationally,
on the mighty-minded man.
"Wie bent u?" –
deference still necessary –
we have manners after all.
We won't be so lucky to have busts made
After the fall.
like a mountain of skulls
a drugged pose,
ready for the brush
The eye lands softly,
confrontationally,
on the mighty-minded man.
"Wie bent u?" –
deference still necessary –
we have manners after all.
We won't be so lucky to have busts made
After the fall.
Driving the Gardiner
Driving the Gardiner
is how the Christian virtues died
like noble old sages too pure and
patient, they let four vehicles merge in
front before they got rear ended and
ended. Driving the Gardiner
is a monastic event or some kind of
secular pilgrimage given that
we don't have a Cluny in Ontario
and France's crumbles like the Gardiner
the French one being where the refectory used to
serve pea soup and they put mustard on everything.
How much money did the Cluniac Order receive
from the provincial government? I hope it
covered the costs of fixing the leaky spot in the
porter's house, where water drips in without
asking permission or showing its driver's
license and pisses on manuscripts. Driving the Gardiner
gives you a terrific sense of impotence like
you feel when the abbot gets tired of waiting
for you to orgasm and he puts his habit back on.
The King of England gave him a chalice last
September, just before they closed the left lane
for 3 kilometres between Jameson and Spadina
and put up a sign saying CONSTRUCTION
along with some barricades and traffic cones
The sign ends with a hopeful deadline,
will be completed by The Rapture.
is how the Christian virtues died
like noble old sages too pure and
patient, they let four vehicles merge in
front before they got rear ended and
ended. Driving the Gardiner
is a monastic event or some kind of
secular pilgrimage given that
we don't have a Cluny in Ontario
and France's crumbles like the Gardiner
the French one being where the refectory used to
serve pea soup and they put mustard on everything.
How much money did the Cluniac Order receive
from the provincial government? I hope it
covered the costs of fixing the leaky spot in the
porter's house, where water drips in without
asking permission or showing its driver's
license and pisses on manuscripts. Driving the Gardiner
gives you a terrific sense of impotence like
you feel when the abbot gets tired of waiting
for you to orgasm and he puts his habit back on.
The King of England gave him a chalice last
September, just before they closed the left lane
for 3 kilometres between Jameson and Spadina
and put up a sign saying CONSTRUCTION
along with some barricades and traffic cones
The sign ends with a hopeful deadline,
will be completed by The Rapture.
28.11.15
Happy
Soft happy thing
stolen from the wilderness bred and perfected
like an ideal strain, eugenics of happy softness
feels and thinks and moves and it is slave
to us and to our same desires only without
so much extraneousness.
Happy to be noticed to shit and not be beaten
to eat and not be attacked
secluded in a grove of artificiality
cut off from its Darwinian goal
too mortal
Is that what makes it Happy
or Beautiful?
stolen from the wilderness bred and perfected
like an ideal strain, eugenics of happy softness
feels and thinks and moves and it is slave
to us and to our same desires only without
so much extraneousness.
Happy to be noticed to shit and not be beaten
to eat and not be attacked
secluded in a grove of artificiality
cut off from its Darwinian goal
too mortal
Is that what makes it Happy
or Beautiful?
18.11.15
Charcoal
Charcoal trap crushes dead matter,
kindled bones and remains
raw black warmth and wetness,
the charcoal crumbling like biscuits
tea-time traditions, oracles read leaves
and stare in fires, a wet kettle boils,
cook-cave shapes and cookie-cutter,
dead hairs and nails, bits of bone
rubbed to shine like golf clubs.
Charcoal feast to ashen feast,
wet gullets swallow and whimper.
Ringed larynx ridges,
wedding bands to speech,
constrict around undiamonds.
Shuffle it all with the poker,
players, until he bleeds and
vomits like
an old train
chugging charcoal.
kindled bones and remains
raw black warmth and wetness,
the charcoal crumbling like biscuits
tea-time traditions, oracles read leaves
and stare in fires, a wet kettle boils,
cook-cave shapes and cookie-cutter,
dead hairs and nails, bits of bone
rubbed to shine like golf clubs.
Charcoal feast to ashen feast,
wet gullets swallow and whimper.
Ringed larynx ridges,
wedding bands to speech,
constrict around undiamonds.
Shuffle it all with the poker,
players, until he bleeds and
vomits like
an old train
chugging charcoal.
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