tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27036557.post8027692928954493439..comments2024-01-17T21:01:19.732-08:00Comments on abandonedbuildings: The Commons set 3 // 8 - 9Sean Bonneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01249091680381502755noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27036557.post-43724985684311340942009-09-01T15:01:32.320-07:002009-09-01T15:01:32.320-07:00Sean
Thanks.
The 2nd one got lost. I have poor ...Sean <br /><br />Thanks.<br /><br />The 2nd one got lost. I have poor eyesight these days, after an accident awhile ago.<br /><br />O what a narrative of woe (smiley icon thing), So i find this blog/txt size (even magnified) hard to read. <br /><br />Here is a bit more.<br /><br />Hope it works<br /><br />kong liar<br /><br />if an<br />yone wants a<br />poem the night air is good<br />chill tongues of fire<br />of sick of it keep on go<br />ing on. course<br />of. idiocy. in its birdie<br />cage. so on.<br />shut up (the cage the rat<br />tle).<br />abusive social foll<br />y holdall<br />dream of a nice holiday in a cold<br />el. chill tongues<br />will the motor<br />tumbrils never shut the<br />up? out<br />side. in the (relativ<br />e silk<br />ence?)<br /><br />letsberational<br /><br />letsberational ubu<br />the enemy are out the<br />re. not in<br />listen. silence is silen<br />t now. listen.<br />traffic of every type won't sto<br />p out<br />here/there. there are simple words &<br />less. i've poor sight eye don't want<br />to wake the una<br />wake. make's no<br />senselessness<br />past midnight not a<br />soul onin<br />a placelesloss,<br />needles and reeds and<br />absurdist thames. it lows<br />f you know?<br />oh and the police sirens are going strap<br />pipe us to our masts. wonder who they are in pursuance a prayer. amen. of?<br /><br /><br />glork<br /><br />osmotic fellucas often<br />meliorate the transmigration of owls.<br />that’s the way it is in glorkland.<br />some time the<br />y let their owls/oars dropdrip +<br />drift. that’s a good way to sway<br />arrive. he who does not for<br />get his first love will not recognise his last<br />david burliuk, alexander kruchenykh, vladmir may<br />akovsky, victor khlebnikov 9teen seventee<br />n we order that the poets’ rights be revered:<br /><br /> * To enlarge the scope of the poet’s vocabulary with<br /> arbitrary and derivative words (word-novelty).<br /> * To feel an insurmountable hatred<br /> for the language existing before their time.<br /> * To push with horror off their proud brow the wreath of cheap <br /> fame<br /> bathhouse switches.<br /> * To stand on the rock of the word “we” amidst the sea of boos <br /> and outrage.<br /><br />osmotic fellucas infinitely meliorate<br />the transmigration of owls<br /><br />You can contact me via<br /><br />http://www.r3ok.com/index.php (PM) if you wish.<br /><br /><br />All the best,<br /><br />SSimon Howardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09309155964441551619noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27036557.post-19173654311995812532009-09-01T08:51:10.312-07:002009-09-01T08:51:10.312-07:00hey / thats pretty cool. what happened to the seco...hey / thats pretty cool. what happened to the second one?Sean Bonneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01249091680381502755noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27036557.post-33551881567085481342009-09-01T08:07:36.466-07:002009-09-01T08:07:36.466-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.Simon Howardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09309155964441551619noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27036557.post-56429880721252819762009-09-01T08:02:51.914-07:002009-09-01T08:02:51.914-07:00Sean
Love the poems
hope this isn't too long...Sean<br /><br />Love the poems<br /><br />hope this isn't too long/ tedious<br /><br />Aubade (o bard. floop zam grimmble mire)<br /><br />1st thing of the da<br />y the whisk<br />y burns in but it ("It") needs to ge<br />t the da<br /><br />(nobodaddy) y going. Also to wash hair shav<br />e beard so the wor<br />ld thinks the wordy worldly is<br />oK<br /><br />then breakFast for<br />ce feed some down. it ha<br />s been here before deep doppelgänger in a bottle<br />battle. when the cornflower<br /><br />eyes went away.<br />gets better as the day goes o<br />n. zoom zap zippity dada<br />she (with the softest hair the gentlest thoughts + the sweet nutbrown brea<br /><br />sts) "posed" for 'photos in soho (london) in the 80s. the ver<br />iterable stupid thing was another cared for thi<br />s (entity/sensate ob/abject) and kept telling this/it a ba<br />d thing was s. but she was<br /><br />not. she was a wonder.<br />oh a wander. that voice. that dreamy way of saying<br />wor[l]ds.<br />loved you so<br /><br />my s. still do. & if i could sail away<br />with you, i would.<br />in my arms again. and the small<br />rain christ<br /><br />ing down. until the sun comes up.<br />ablaze in glor<br />y & all the folly of the uni<br />verse resolves. <br /><br />SSimon Howardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09309155964441551619noreply@blogger.com