Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Commercial Break


anyone who wants a pdf of The Commons (draft version), get in touch. It'll be published on paper later this year, and will have gone thru a few metamorphoses by then, probably.

Monday, January 11, 2010

The Commons // finished


anyway, now we were centuries
sort of had faces / we encircled
- dreamless, muted decibels -
- our treaties / the visible -
we scratched our faces off
our references, lines of credit
- a kind of glow remains -
- a kind of dignified singing -
- blank -
meanwhile, in the drugstore
- blank -
we are your border
- bright -
- inaudible -

Sunday, January 10, 2010

The Commons set 3 // 38 - 41


Nah, just kidding / with fire
& we noises -
it is still 11.58 / we are
- not gravity -
- not flowers -
but filled with cars
& burning pearls.
Hello, it is 1979 / or dogs
- insert frightened persons -
- or the average landlord -
- insert Woolworths -
- & on the gallows tree -
yeh, dogs
- were bound in iron bands -


or the split territories of
- example -
from the narrative fumes of
- anyway, as I was saying -
because this cosmology is
a hyena & a vodka / its
- & shrike -
here in the multiplex
we are your dutiful cities
- so, this is a documentary -
- several glittering taxpayers -
- an entire string section -
- we are speaking quite clearly -
- we ripped your bellies out -


this lecture was brought to
by typical silence & gold / it is
- you know, like a hyphen -
- I’ve robbed your poor -
Anyway, in 1649
- your poor pockets -
not alphabets, fissures
- yeh I know, broken -
- your silver & gold -
“on sundays often strolled
to have their fortune -
- this lecture has been -
- in these wild deserts -
weirds had warped us, so


we closed / we are inside
- your opinions -
- your membranes flashing -
we are compliant & broken
we are gardens of silence
- the dead, so politely -
- in our petticoats -
- in our ballads of -
“got the devil in my soul”
“& I’m full of bad booze”
- the stillness -
- such sparkling flight -
history is those who
the seagulls / the

Wednesday, January 06, 2010

The Commons set 3 // 36 - 37


but / here in socialist realism
its musical ferrotypes / its
its reversal narratives / its
- as in -
“in London where we dwell
is a burning we know full well”
- its ancient transpositions -
those noises flaming / in birds
notes we were squealing in
- cuckoos & birds -
as in the alphabet’s bandits
- its centrifugal windows -
- cells, sections, groups -
- its official parents broken -


posterity / landlord / spheres
swarms / jobsearch / wind
- wow, laws -
eclipse / reverie / slaves
magnetic / scholar / finks
o millivolt / o globe
- this is a -
FLASHING like
we are ringing geometrics
a tame & trickling noise
curfew / playback / disks
singing like violence
my true love
my black & speechless bone