26.12.09

cut and paste



le visuelle est disparue







|tom à l'intérieur de soi-ches sans raison et nous aussi



nous nous réjouirons au bruit des chaînes



que nous ferons sonner e retrouvé
les cloches sonnent sans raison et nous aussi
sonnez cloches sans raison et nous aussi
nous nous réjouirons au bruit des chaînes
que nous ferons sonner en nous avec les cloches

Pomagenpaomag traphesign’s modernist for__bears Forbear to tombé à l'intérieur de soi-même retrouvé
les cloches sonnent sans r
aison et nous aussi
sonnez cloches sans raison et nous aussi
nous nous réjouirons au bruit des chaînes
que nous ferons sonner en nous avec les cloches
a yuletide arse



New York exhibition ‘My Heroes: portraits of the avant-garde’ featured a set of works Elaine Lustig Cohen--
_____d facee d de e d de detourne? _______picutre other way to detourne the fetish of tzrara image. the capitaliszation of image. weight its gold in worthy its weight to boldgold.


______derive d de eyeIIeyeIyeiiieye|Mister Tzara detourne? detourne all your handle. cup andetourne all your handle. cup and facee d de e d de e|Mister Tzara detourne? detourne all your handle. cup and faceMore Pretty Pictues|Mister Tzara detourne? detourne all your handle. cup and face









e d de eyeIIeyeIyeiiieye|Mister detourne? detourne all your handle. cup and facee d de e d de e detourne? detourne all your handle. cup and face


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strikin images|
contrastyet
saw
Hoch
in person
not same


WeB
Eye


not same


|||||as Flesh eye


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person I

not same
as
web Ieye

19.12.09

light it

Flight it


charming and dashboard.
 a new 'centurion' as I am heteronym to your piggishlatin.
batting yer buttin. patting yer eyebrows . curl'em up. girl. yer arse.
is glory tongue. iv'e .yer nightclerk. handy-andy. sec
profile: A horror story, the face is a horror story. It is certain that the signifier does not construct the wall that it needs all by itself; it is certain that subjectivity does not dig its hole all
alone. Concrete faces cannot be assumed to come ready- fract
ion
you've been very charming and dashboard.


yer a new 'centurion' as I am heteronym to your piggishlatin.


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batting yer buttin. patting yer eyebrows . curl'em up. girl. yer arse.
is glory tongue. iv'e .yer nightclerk. handy-andy. second saying
yer asking ?
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indeedingweisverybecomedwddispleasureofthetextings.

we are very cddisarming. Rmultitudespulcritudes. Oooh. datsavy. lovebubelectrobiblub

3 quarter profile ? fiction

fine fickle___ a bent in th e raod text of that eye

(think of the voice that 'says'this radio cuttings from the stream)

|knotted twisted poor grope
that's her gothymoth in her bed fat bones two yer desperate winding cant unhook the stymied writing of your passage taking yourself so literally you own hand s jolt as you jerk me upwards and you come in my mouth as I come along up yours the fluted come you wanted its not darkness that's sudden its yer repetition thrashing the petition of your claws and your creature imagined alone in the night is your hand contaminated bird's throat slabbering no my slinky gross moth you want something in your arse? between the teeth of your vagina? this persona's worth baking mizz bones as for matchs in hell you're reading's again soliteral it defies your fearful breasts of suckle so come take this cock you want not forgotten but gripped so hard up your inside sex room and Me screaming all the dirty words you ever thought you wanted its' your ass creeps away not my sex


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and you you poor fracture
cut of your sizable
grip

hold yer wolfbeside
the bloody statuete of yer ass
please it does
you go
getting banged from behind by a dumb waiter
dressed in tuxedo wearing
jeans on her ass
her cock
goes
slide o yours
is coming
as a mouth
in my chinese
|mother fucking lov e fuck|
(the fantasm haunts'
every fantasy is a group fantasy)

Tristan holds his nose for the apocalypse



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Oedipius in your ass cries
Mama

and you say

you no 1 and you no 2

etcetera

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she's winter frozen (in her) bucket |

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hyena __ wooly ears . cuts the coyote copycat~ of amber and oil these books wore their path? she's shagged sharpened f ~ theory of the rex. charing the embers cooking up the juice. some take it that
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take the drapery away what do you get?|

11.12.09

Ballade des dames du temps jadis


Dictes-moy où, n'en quel pays,

Est Flora, la belle Romaine;

Archipiada, ne Thaïs,

Qui fut sa cousine germaine;

Echo, parlant quand bruyt on maine

Dessus rivière ou sus estan,

Qui beauté eut trop plus qu'humaine?

Mais où sont les neiges d'antan!



Où est la très sage Heloïs,

Pour qui fut chastré et puis moyne

Pierre Esbaillart à Sainct-Denys?

Pour son amour eut cest essoyne.

Semblablement, où est la royne

Qui commanda que Buridan

Fust jetté en ung sac en Seine?

Mais où sont les neiges d'antan!




La royne Blanche comme ung lys,

Qui chantoit à voix de sereine;

Berthe au grand pied, Bietris, Allys;

Harembourges, qui tint le Mayne,

Et Jehanne, la bonne Lorraine,

Qu'Anglois bruslèrent à Rouen;

Où sont-ilz, Vierge souveraine?...

Mais où sont les neiges d'antan!




ENVOI

Prince, n'enquerez de sepmaine

Où elles sont, ne de cest an,

Que ce refrain ne vous remaine:

Mais où sont les neiges d'antan!


________ De François Villon


10.12.09

ù boivent les loups...

ouvre encore les yeux les distances fuiront entre les doigts les portes se démasqueront la rive s'approchera des lèvres de la terre même sous la meule de sommeil il n'y aura plus de solitude tout sera plein profondément dans l'odeur de foin et de soleil les mots cesseront quand l'insatiable secret qui habite à l'écart des enclos et des corps aura fait taire la nudité des mots les mots cesseront – ouvre encore les yeux – les sens profonds seront ensemencés et le fenil des paroles de soleil en sera plein les ombres tomberont en poussière où boivent les loups (1932) Tristan Tzara





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Aux pieds de trousseaux de clés aux pieds de calfats qui boivent ...... Et vous les loups maigres par ces bises aigres? Quoi donc vous arrive? ...


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Rêvé Pour l'hiver.

L'hiver, nous irons dans un petit wagon rose
Avec des coussins bleus.
Nous serons bien. Un nid de baisers fous repose
Dans chaque coin moelleux.

Tu fermeras l'œil, pour ne point voir, par la glace,
Grimacer les ombres des soirs,
Ces monstruosités hargneuses, populace
De démons noirs et de loups noirs.

Puis tu te sentiras la joue égratignée...
Un petit baiser, comme une folle araignée,
Te courra par le cou...

Et tu me diras : "Cherche !", en inclinant la tête,
- Et nous prendrons du temps à trouver cette bête
- Qui voyage beaucoup...

Arthur Rimbaud



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Romance sans Paroles
Dans l'interminable
neige incertaine
Ennui de la plaine L
aLuit comme du sable.
ans lueur aucune On c
Le ciel est ce cuivre
Sroirait voir vivre Et mourir la lune.
Des forêts pro
Comme des nuées Flottent gris les chêne
schaines Parmi les buées. Le ciel est de cuivre
ir la lune. Corn
Sans lueur aucune On croirait voir vivre Et mou
reille poussive Et vous les loups maigres par ces bises aigres?
a neige incertaine Lui
Quoi donc vous arrive? Dans l'interminable Ennui de la plaine
Lt comme du sable

Paul Verlaine

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BALLADE.

En reagal, en arsenic rocher,

En orpigment, en salpestre et chaulx vive;

En plomb boillant, pour mieulx les esmorcher;

En suif et poix, destrampez de lessive

Faicte d'estronts et de pissat de Juifve;

En lavaille de jambes à meseaulx;

En raclure de piedz et vieulx houseaulx;

En sang d'aspic et drogues venimeuses;

En fiel de loups, de regnards et blereaux,

Soient frittes ces langues envieuses!

En cervelle de chat qui hayt pescher,

Noir, et si vieil qu'il n'ait dent en gencive;


D'ung vieil mastin, qui vault bien aussi cher

Tout enragé, en sa bave et salive;

En l'escume d'une mulle poussive,

Detrenchée menu à bons ciseaulx;

En eau où ratz plongent groings et museaulx,

Raines, crapauds, telz bestes dangereuses,

Serpens, lezards, et telz nobles oyseaulx,

Soient frittes ces langues envieuses!

En sublimé, dangereux à toucher;

Et au nombril d'une couleuvre vive;

En sang qu'on mect en poylettes secher,

Chez ces barbiers, quand plaine lune arrive,

Dont l'ung est noir, l'autre plus vert que cive,

En chancre et fix, et en ces ords cuveaulx

Où nourrices essangent leurs drappeaulx;

En petits baings de filles amoureuses

Qui n'entendent qu'à suivre les bordeaulx,

Soient frittes ces langues envieuses!

ENVOI.

Prince, passez tous ces friands morceaux,

S'estamine n'avez, sacs ou bluteaux,

Parmy le fons d'unes brayes breneuses;

Mais, paravant, en estronts de pourceaulx

Soient frittes ces langues envieuses!

Les portes sont ouvertes

____La clocharde céleste_____________________ElSe_____________Lasker-Schuler



'Dix loups sont venus s'abreuver à ma source.'



'Lors de son discours du 20 novembre 2003, pour l'acceptation du prix Nobel de littérature, Elfriede Jelinek fit un vibrant hommage à Else :


« Écolière j'ai adoré la stature extravagante, exotique et bariolée d'Else Lasker-Schüler. Je voulais à tout prix écrire des poèmes comme elle, et même si je n'en ai point écrit, elle m'aura beaucoup marqué ». de EspRiTs Nomade

------------------------------------------- Gottfried Benn, amant puis ennemi car rallié au nazisme, dira d'elle « ce fut la plus grande poétesse lyrique que l'Allemagne est jamais eue ».
Karl Kraus, l'avait désigné comme « la plus forte et la plus impénétrable force lyrique en Allemagne ». Ceci pour situer l'immense Else.

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et ici tzara notre père non père

Les portes se sont ouvertes sans bruit ce sont des ailes
de lourdes landes aux bras tendus
les steppes de fer enjambent les canaux
parsemés d'ossements de caravanes perdues en route
les corps tendus des routes suspendues
brûlent dans le gosier des froides foules
dans le lit du fleuve gît une lumière fauve
et fend l'air à la proue de verre
mûrir les yeux dans la prison des mers
endormir dans les nombres
les galets parmi les rayons nourriciers
aucune douleur n'amorce les vagues de lèvres
l'ennui s'est échoué sur la plage de textiles sauvages
et les sabliers des corps de soleil
immobilisent l'heure et la charrue
fumée
ligne
amer
une nuée de fleuves impétueux emplit la bouche aride
ni l'homme ne rencontre l'homme
ni la barrière de pierre et les glaciers d'hommes
nus n'ont visité ces lieux ce sont des ailes
les portes se sont ouvertes sans bruit
personne ne tremblera - un cri tourmente la laine
l'existence même
et les mauvaises pistes de clairons
foreuses de tempêtes ce sont encore des ailes
sous les écailles des racines se vautre un soleil pour vautours millénaires
il sonne des éclairs dans la fatigue des eaux


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Où boivent les Loups ~ 1932 ------------ Where the Wolve Drink --- think of 1932 a crucial year ~ .




Nota Bene _ That after his very earliest poems,poemsthat isthat were not prose poems, None of Tzara's poetry is ever_ punctuated__ each poet in fact creates her own PunCtuation Marsh __ One exception are the two exclamation points used in Approximate Man.




contrasting combinaison
s

________________ left his punshuashean machines
along the homefront
of the bola
molar



4.12.09

: then the night

then: when the night


dock redock clock unclocking

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2.12.09

two kind

" you are too kind ... professor.." .... she says ... I look around...? doctor? lawyer ? beggar man thief? poet? chair man of the chiaroscuro ? of her body ? its laminated white black blue blue as her nerve?

I am not kind enough....

one is never
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in the kindergarten
in the kinder garden of your lips
lush as any lake
you were kind to this fellow feeling along the long back of your shore

a shire I stopped to play in a while
as though any other medium had hands along your thighs
no one ever as our lips
over these hush a brush lips
taking chances throwing providence its way
of making sounds
 

doing the rounds the doctor
rounds anointing your feet your breasts
all over my mouth

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I wont forget the garden of your feet
and any other telephone call
mussed bydesire wings
alongs mouths
that tied
our
clandestine napes



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'I' am not sure who wrote this and when. when I wrote it who? who I wrote hen. En morpheme alibaba seventh thievery. and the dictionary a? non



~

30.11.09

you saw





last night you were happy happiness so exquisite you could have cried

today you are a dog on the run on the ruins heaping the something of something and you wonder what this happiness and this sorrow you who are never sad



you saw snow this morning boding
hateful winter



(that woman's body wont fit in yours
night is )


(rough winding )



(unclimbing )




a clattered slipper


shipping off from the agent's book
the case is redudant hours spent mocking the Virgin clouds
your judgement the hairs on your hair create standing creeds



memory is the parsnip that undoes favours and all the receipts wont
return your kettle


whistle little boat heap your tongue


true lovers cry out things others don't dare to think




27.11.09

were ....



.


what were you expecting,
the Ten Commandments?



.


Eviction Notices









eviction notices
always come in two

get the hell
out Jesus.




scram beat/get the hell out
out the hell/ get thee


II



invitations blandish brushes
exile
expatriation
inpatriation
out in
in out
yoyo
yoyo
yoyo
youyou
yo
yo



.
brushes, brushes, brushes off,
"why don't you marry him?
why don't you marry him, then...
what?
why don't you ... "
.







So they kicked the bum out,
real risen, (my) jack of Christ,
Metre sandals and the whole shebang.




"Come back
get out, "
Second coming.


Not quite
like any other
gyre.
A human flat tire.

'What was that,

about a fat tired,

a fat[e] worse than death?"

Think about it.

3.


What was that, mister
Wattles?
Easter Sunday
thinks of the rebels.


4



Call it, the Prelude//
costic collage.






5

that was writ
by a stuffed shirt
whose idealism doesn't bear
examining
yer accent tweaks
its park

now what?
you curdle inside


?

shaft sunlight
bud weeds


piss vinegar
ring salt


__________

this way you love



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19.11.09

midnight

_________________

midnight's regained its adage rough edge borne to wild the body's beast_


__________ thoughts and eyes've murmured their trouble
the stairs down the stairs the clock goes double



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Sleeping


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Tristan 's sleeping the long one aware of the nights around him . Not that Tristan of the treasure sad with his mad measure the impossible glove



the other with the wearing night across the span of history's long spoon mouth supping the bog the perverse Chronos eating its children spangled on the back of its emptier famish



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13.11.09

as the dark has no eyes

Later when the dark went down, She met him again. She gave him a
stone, a stone she had sucked in her mouth. They spoke the name together
it was a chord in the sun then. She had lifted him up without knowing.
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Then the words sang rang with the first toll of the breath she gave him.
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this is a longer longer longer . yes . Cd nows shes longer as it witch broom.

8.11.09

breast

In what voices does a poem speak. one cannot really speak of the poet's voice. that's a misnomer. one can speak of the poem's voice[s] _ the actual speaking/reciting voice of the poet, the one who writes and reads aloud, is another matter. to confuse the two, which is what literary criticism has done, and subsequenetly the general public is to fuse the actual voice, and the 'inner ones' of the text. I hat e to use the word text this way because of Mister Textuality and gang have sort of wrecked . it.


I mean Dereader of course. Dereader liked to pronounce. Poets pronounce all the time Pronoucing the word of a verse; he was a fine fellow yet he was not doign what we speaking about.For now. So when we say it we mean Not that Text, but another Text To disassociate writing with l' Écriture ? well one cannot . actually. because what Barthes says about the writerly text versus the readerly is true. and it fits around the notio n of expression/content/ substance discussed by our friends over in philosophy. Tzara speaks of manifest and latent poetry. This is not the ecriture notion of Barthe but it runs along a similar or parallel path\ he says poetry is a state of mind and living. What is living and what is a state of mind____________ the manifest of poetry is the what is seen when you read by any poet and the latent is the aura of poetry in things and around them the intense feeling of living in the subjective moment of an expérience and then beyond that something more or less objective which cannot exist in the 'normal' mode of daily grind.
if one is going to be banal about it its best just to leave it alone and just write. Just writed.Juste writed. Juste. Le mot injust et juste right wrong the anexact /approximate as Tzara the sound sense, not the semantic.


_______________________________________ call this ; some thin thing. slim hip of chance.
if a lover held a pair of earrings.
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around the ball a crystal ball. two lovers clacked rou [Crystal suggest Triste]al,

round[talk about parts that dont fit]
nd one another's mouth. Its a Mouth standing [mouth as object]
in in the skythe sky. ( do we use the contraction? laziness of the contract!)
[the sky's a disgusting and repetitive image
trope de ! trop mon ami!
mais que est ce que on peut faire
les mots sont mort
de trop]





and your breasts, would you ride these balls ov'r them? kissing lips again. we' dkiss

-------------------- what does this mean?

in the hurried last minute
craziness (of their love)
want to kwant to know now everything

she __ to know Smell

does he smell? if he smells how /is the nose? okay relation of noes to gnosis the outside ridge of the human body _ where does he and how does





in the roof of their mouth a


cant say what they say except its not empire nor midland


cld.it be they've strung the wind in their teeth?


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(commentary this is pure
contralto
bliss to its piece
underlines
g'ood' break of phoneme
morpheme causing treble

_____is the lyric in this case an extension of Mona's efforts?

_____________________this has become paper. now paper is beautiful and
unlike blogs it endures.sothen.yes, so then.
and its quite light to carry, on the WHOLE.
yet.


blogs are lighter to lose


books are boring

i need a book in your head
is a book a body surely its abody? our body's a book. a volume a village.



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Nota Bene: All the personae in these texts are fictional

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