Tristan Tzarathustra

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2012-01-21T23:30:00.003-05:00

Scan of Hans Arp, Tristan Tzara, and Max Ernst. 1921. --------------------------------------- from from from from thanks to Tumblr ChuCkLoris --------------------------------------------------------------------------------

2011-09-24T23:33:00.000-04:00

-------------------- .. blished in translation in Vanity Fair magazine in the early 1920s... frommm Tristan Tzara’s Some Memoirs of Dadaism, first published in translation in Vanity Fair magazine in the early 1920s.

now think of this tristan tzara and let your hair down as every poet keeps walking picking up where the other left typig blind blind typist as homer to yoru eyes ears to your antiphony euphonious

2011-09-06T17:25:00.000-04:00

Mauvais désirs clé du vertige madame prit le galop coup de sifflet à la frontière propre simple âme sténographiée accompagne les rares collections d'assassinats à entrée libre sous la table et dans la noix chevreuil cherchons le poumon trempé d'encre noir élévateur pour animaux entrailles des bateaux à

2011-07-25T00:13:00.002-04:00

I Tristan Tzara, stony in my garments of schist-------------------------

PRoNounCeIng TristAn Tzara

2011-06-04T15:00:00.000-04:00

Tzara sits i n the air a cloud bursts electric ray Poet and LoverWoman ~ O the thrill of ~ ... ... to Annnounce Tzara Announcing Tristan How to pronounce tristan tzara:pronouncing TristanTzara

Lucia Rosenstock

2011-06-04T14:19:00.000-04:00

The poet and his sister to whom ~ Title Samy Rosenstock (later Tristan Tzara) and his sister Lucia Rosenstock Date 1902 Source Private collection founded at ~ http://exhibitions.europeana.eu/items/show/143?tags=&theme=

Tristan Tzara in Bucarest, 1923

2011-05-19T18:26:00.000-04:00

__________________A Photo of Tristan Tzara visiting colleagues (fellow dada cronies) in Bucharest pretty much after the 'end'of Dada in France ____ ____ Maybe Dada kept going in Bucharest whatever thecasemaybe the spirit dada and activities dont always have to coninCide with its 'origins'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! dada ~ a movement which never ends ~ reat dada moment

Memorial Tristan Tzara Moinest

2011-04-28T18:30:00.000-04:00

A moving tribute to my more than literary father Tristan Tzara in Moinesti ~ where he was born ~ where he became a poet this strong tribute and the music accompanying it put tears in my eyes Romania.wmv _____________________ You tube channnel comlejun on Oct 5, 2010 Foto: Neculae JUNCU Muzica: Dumitru Farcas, taragot ___________

Tristan Tzara Needed a House_________________

2011-04-06T00:48:00.001-04:00

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIsometric analysis of individual floors of the house of Tristan Tzara. Isometric analysis of individual floors of the house of Tristan Tzara.

El Hombre

2011-04-06T00:43:00.000-04:00

http://justinhermes.com/starters-tristan-tzara-mp3/

le

2011-02-22T00:49:00.000-05:00

___________ le horloge de moeurs est une et non un belle est pas beaux~ __________________________________ ami de 41 ans! la belle ciel ~ ! ____________________

tu

2011-02-20T18:30:00.001-05:00

_______________________________ Tu viens pour une visite? Mon oncle TT? Tu viens avec ton monocle je viens avec des amoureux que je veux tu viens je viens je cherche ton Tu sais ton visage est rare et je suis loin de toi mais c'est toi je pense a toi chaque jour chaque jour chaque jour jour jour jour jour jour _______________

2011-02-08T16:32:00.008-05:00

Freedom: Dada Dada Dada, a roaring of tense colors, and interlacing of opposites and of all contradictions, grotesques, inconsistencies: LIFE" -Tristan Tzara “Dada Manifesto 1918”"Freedom: Dada Dada Dada, a roaring of tense colors, and interlacing

invitation OF CoURsse Tzara Da died ChriStmas day 1963

2010-12-30T13:50:00.002-05:00

tristan welcome home to your fingers of louvre. her in metro she. signal lastdreamofjesus: hans arp, tristan tzara and hans richter in zürich; 1918. 3 HOURS AGO ⋅ VIA: LASTDREAMOFJESUS 22 NOTES 22 NOTES wolfisloose liked this chromasoma liked this moonveilsmotherleopard liked this nodognity liked this newurbanism she has your hand reading the tape of book a true lover . oreblogged

Poetry is knowledge

2010-12-05T01:18:00.000-05:00

shift those________________________________________________________there can not be enough of the designificier dada_-----------__ ________________________ In accordance with his strange combination of Hegelian dialectic and Marxist materialistic connecting and Tzara believed that poetry was knowledge that it produced knowledge. <_

S. Samyro

2010-12-04T16:00:00.004-05:00

_________________________________________________ when Sami became Tristan the stock of the poetry market rose up and uP anD UP S. Samyro, till it spiraled out to infinity to infinite gratitude tocking in its boxes crating the infinity of woods and signs magnifying its piece

it only took

2010-10-25T11:00:00.020-04:00

it only took three hundred years to translate your work the rabelais 's secret still undone it only took three hundred years to

Selections from Oú boivent les loups_ translated by Heather Green

2010-10-24T10:30:00.029-04:00

One of these days One of tOnhoNE oNE OF THESE DAYS rreadersREADERS'LL discoverTRISTAN TZARA'S POETRY the one that surpasses the misly reputation he has as the as one of the founders of dada dada was great and always will be however its become a miserablelabelthat covers everything says nothing meansless Tzrara wrote more than a dozen books ofPoetrythey would existwhether dada did or not

trans tt

2010-10-23T23:51:00.011-04:00

[Update #4: Tom Rossen observes that English actually has a one-syllable word for something that's so funny that laughing at it produces a one-sided pain in the abdomen, as in this quote:(link) As for Tom Hewitt, his Tristan Tzara exuberance should be bottled for commercial consumption. (Hewitt speaks what's supposed to be French with a Romanian accent, and he's a stitch....)

cameo

2010-08-02T10:00:00.016-04:00

A nd this project Tristan Tzara. And these works and arguments of the objective. and here _____________ the magic prose of your upending. not the beast river. nor tongue of paste . reach to the tongue (?) ? hammer[its?] sawdust down. of those which there's a way whistle under the. breath her breath.

said two

2010-06-17T01:58:00.001-04:00

Tristan Tzara said to CLifford who read DadaDeleuze: Art is a private thing, the artist makes it for himself; a comprehensible work is the product of a journalist. We need works that are strong, straight, precise,

excerpt of 2 interview with Tzara

2010-04-24T14:23:00.011-04:00

Quick translations notes by yours truly. The translations I've done are done off the cuff and summarize more or less the essence of both of the interviews. They are not sequential.Tzara discusses the difference between the Surrealist and Dada notions of art. Dada was a spirit of change and spontaneous energizing whereas the modernism that surrounded it had solidified into more or less school

cost

2010-04-21T14:35:00.002-04:00

_______________________________________how much it worth TT the socialist to the grave?how much the cost of one line verse?six billion. please._______________________write blank ( ) check Pe(u)N inlcuded________________________________________________________

OrGan GrInder gets rich posthuMous rich man life

2010-04-21T14:19:00.005-04:00

(you cld. feed a city with this)after these scandalous sales what becomes of art things? art things are up there with baseball player and hockey persons commodities fetching the hightest capital flowflug? a flowflug is my term for this time of cacashitshite_______How does it get reterritorialized back into the public ?Into the arms of capitalisms' shit its caca. what happens to the treasure of

Parler Seul ~

2010-04-18T13:42:00.006-04:00

This pretty illustration by Joan Miro for Tzara's poem found in the nautical sea of learnings and from mister anatomyof melancholy

even

2010-04-05T03:05:00.016-04:00

____________________________ Even Stephan Dedalus couldn't fool poetry with his Aristotelian ramblings and ineluctable modalities of the possible Tristan you didn't fool poetry you were it

Berth

2010-04-04T10:00:00.011-04:00

_____________________________________________ Yesterday was your birthday Tristan. Imagine a world without you. No one can do that. I can't and I'm not . Even there . Where the.breath. take time relieving its posthumous giving .So the breath. taketime coming its other self.as you did worked your prosepoem and verse watched over.clocked the sky work

tt images infinite

2010-02-25T10:00:00.002-05:00

at the night you break fostered by care and worry nails bitten hard on the tarnish of life's kick off At Flicker river Tristan Tzara images and ..................

Tristan Tzara et les arts dits primitifs

2010-01-31T10:00:00.005-05:00

Tzara the scholar the savant the philologist the exile shrouded in theveil of volumes covered of the Secret Copy pasted________________Copy Paste copy pasted _______________>PEinture fraîche, par Jean Daive. « Tristan Tzara et les arts dits primitifs », émission du vendredi 22 décembre 2006, transcrite par Taos Aït Si SlimaneÉdito sur le site de l’émission : Vers 1907, Henri Matisse entre

As always

2010-01-20T00:10:00.003-05:00

As always you find the sun beneath your feet the crying voices don't hear the awkward spinner and broken weaver the way earth cries out break!break! clattering the smitten earth volts over our headssending babies head first dead headedkicked up punched into that other space(not exactly a choice or free will now is it) the ghost greeting'emaround surround the bloody arrivals cried off

nor

2010-01-18T19:00:00.001-05:00

your life my darling is a passive saw in this cruel worldnight's a game played by lover's long distance she won't heelthe word cut down its backbending sense nor wake its caring feet over the side hill longing and this wayyou spend your hours worrying the long cruise daring its rift the sun cracking open the yellow sky fever the sudden dozen deathof men and their pyrning these hawks shutter

cut and paste

2009-12-26T10:30:00.023-05:00

le visuelle est disparue |tombé à l'intérieur de soi-ches sans raison et nous aussinous nous réjouirons au bruit des chaînesque nous ferons sonner e retrouvéles cloches sonnent sans raison et nous aussisonnez cloches sans raison et nous aussinous nous réjouirons au bruit des chaînesque nous ferons sonner en nous avec les clochesPomagenpaomag traphesign’s modernist for__bears Forbear to tombé à

light it

2009-12-19T17:35:00.003-05:00

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

3 quarter profile ? fiction

2009-12-19T15:18:00.001-05:00

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

Ballade des dames du temps jadis

2009-12-11T00:43:00.004-05:00

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 maineDessus 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 moynePierre Esbaillart à Sainct-Denys?Pour son amour eut cest essoyne.Semblablement, où est la royneQui

ù boivent les loups...

2009-12-10T10:00:00.003-05:00

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

Les portes sont ouvertes

2009-12-10T09:30:00.002-05:00

____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

: then the night

2009-12-04T23:49:00.001-05:00

then: when the nightdock redock clock unclocking----------------------------

two kind

2009-12-02T10:00:00.000-05:00

" 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 _________________________ in the kindergarten in the kinder garden of your lips lush as any lake you were kind to this fellow feeling along

you saw

2009-11-30T13:12:00.000-05:00

last night you were happy happiness so exquisite you could have criedtoday 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 sadyou saw snow this morning bodinghateful winter(that woman's body wont fit in yoursnight is )(rough winding )(unclimbing )a clattered slippershipping off from the agent's

were ....

2009-11-27T14:55:00.000-05:00

.what were you expecting,the Ten Commandments?.Eviction Noticeseviction noticesalways come in twoget the hellout Jesus.scram beat/get the hell outout the hell/ get theeIIinvitations blandish brushesexileexpatriationinpatriationout in in outyoyoyoyoyoyoyouyouyoyo.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

midnight

2009-11-19T10:15:00.003-05:00

_________________midnight's regained its adage rough edge borne to wild the body's beast___________ thoughts and eyes've murmured their troublethe stairs down the stairs the clock goes double______________

Sleeping

2009-11-19T10:00:00.002-05:00

_______________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 glovethe 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 ____________________________

as the dark has no eyes

2009-11-13T10:00:00.002-05:00

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

breast

2009-11-08T11:45:00.004-05:00

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

said ...

2009-11-05T04:00:00.003-05:00

They said your eyes were getting worse....and they wereeach delicate night grayness coming on blue blyeblueCaptain! _________________________________

lucas

2009-11-04T05:49:00.003-05:00

Le poète Ghérassim Luca détournait les vieilles photographies qu’il achetait au Marché aux puces. Il les disposait dans un ordre subtil en y ajoutant des textes ou des collages. Il constituait ainsi des albums qui racontaient quelquefois une histoire et qui étaient tous différents les uns des autres. L’album que nous publions ici a été fait par Ghérassim Luca en ajoutant de petits collages sur

in your_decals

2009-11-01T11:15:00.000-05:00

Bu t you were never in the 60s :imagined you were:just like you thought WREN was Sparrow: king of bird in the cafe that time on Ste. Dominique and Roy street East one block of St Lawrence boulevard : in yourSo the 60's? why not the 18th century?or the 1920'sor the JacoBean ElIzABethan Period?__________________period wakes armcalls pillowsays cometo thisperiodlovethe periodloveas you wantyou

her ........ nuts

2009-10-30T16:00:00.001-04:00

his balls were delicate. esp his right nut. hahhahahah. so what cld. they do. the woman lined up at the door. the poor travelers from world wife karmic bliss bloom boom bam room wanting to 'fix' him,, and she, she was the best. she knew. how. without 'fixing' him, as if it were a cat. and not a catatonic. a tonic for her lover's nuts.how did she know ~ had something to do with her hands. and

in your

2009-10-29T10:00:00.001-04:00

_________________________okay we'll go back to the 60's / screw the rest. you're here. im there. youre there here. imin yournomoreheretha'nthere_________________________the sixties are perfect_______________________________

colour

2009-10-28T01:10:00.003-04:00

voicescoloratura| colour| Note to self.Notedto self.To self it's midnight,midthigh.and rarerbetteryet._________________for your feet verselovers&lonerssame no. of syllables.____________________I've hidden in your lips.your upper lip ~ ______________

draw

2009-10-27T04:39:00.002-04:00

this has got to go. poets die because they are communists. the wall! the wall! it was Poland! Poland!and it was Shining ShiningitwasEvedraw

vertiable

2009-10-27T04:35:00.002-04:00

there is a literature that does not reach the voracious mass. it is the work of creators, issued from a real necessity in the author, produced for himself. it expresses the knowledge of a supreme ego...UnCle Tt how you've clanged. The Rong foot. You old centaur. What approximate health is it reaches inside the voracious looming of your >>>>> guts? Come again to this. Hour. of its Bliss. I've

a thing for roses and posies

2009-10-27T03:07:00.003-04:00

there are only great. right left walk saunter. come to thy hip. its summer in yr .hmmm yes, tattle tale taste it. the world's a big fat raindrop. dig that owl, beating its barn The snow's an antagonist waiting for a lover. heating its blanket. Tin women.Shove off the hollow grave come to yerdoubleheaded kiss.She's got a thing for roses, lilacs and boring factories. Calling its calling your

draw

2009-10-24T18:30:00.000-04:00

Poets seem (some_ not all. yet it is a recurrent motif) draw to. like drowning. like downing drowning a couple of bottles . of . pill.) as wave crush over . upturned lip to mouth. nutmeg to wave . faucet. water being. mermaid. and maidpoet.say the theme-motif. of the. Orpheus ? dormat dorme. Ophelia.(say a maladroit poet Lautréamont comes to mind) ( you mean his hands? right? yes. thats what I

Philokalia

2009-10-23T17:05:00.003-04:00

Philokalia (Gk. φιλοκάλειν "To Love the Beautiful") now that is interesting. To love the beautifu; and how is the beautiful, and of course, what is the beautiful.to have four bodies is beautiful|four arms turning around. and legs? how many spinning legs? then arms cartwheeling.the anonymous is safe ~ beauty is anonymity ~ letting the pear eat the apple.'they speak of god and finding him

does

2009-10-23T14:00:00.002-04:00

___________________how does acceptance come springair its lover is its younger brothersolace twin her younger self

Looks

2009-10-22T12:35:00.003-04:00

_____________each machine call it love. Something in her eye. O lassie loop of ______" delaying the whole thing... causing a racket"backing Up Our Production LiNE!that post 's been sent back to the factory for examination, etce. Doctor repair to the wheel.... silleE MachINe BeAuTeAFuLLL___________________________________

TT

2009-10-22T09:30:00.000-04:00

__________________TT your years are not numbered and don't hold back the platethe care they receive lightens its burden on the giant's prayerThe approximation's near the the rain fatten'd the finch the air stangits city gull___________________We'll come back for more later. like a machine delaying and relaying production.+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Guess what?

2009-10-21T01:30:00.002-04:00

_________________ find poem between each deed. or __ say a feed its the racket all ove rr the blog streetthem 'feed' weeds still aint doin what dey suppose to readers.godireclee to blogs.____________feedsare rhizomatic weedsgoin everywishway'xceptthe space of the novelPS the feed__ weeds___________________________ Did the updatesfrom Fictions 2 ___ OnethOusand Blogs...(what is speed?:Paul Virilo)

PS the feed__ weeds

2009-10-20T14:42:00.001-04:00

Looks like them the feed__ weed re now woking agen.

the feeds__ weeds

2009-10-20T13:45:00.004-04:00

The feeds on the fictions blogs are not updating! Imagine that! Adjustyour setaccordingly readers. Skip the feed goDirectly to the BlogsI like the soundof thatI think itsbecause I back date thingsat timesand bloggerdoesntdigmy whirlaround timeantichronicOlOgicAlmethods

fit to be loved

2009-10-20T10:00:00.000-04:00

Fit to be loved and loved to love fit to love to fit's love's summer suit that bit its origin of to love t'is kind hope fit to fittest shining heart its barbarian tongue crammed to the full tooth with love

Wanting

2009-10-20T04:03:00.001-04:00

Wanting always to write something you won't be ashame d of .That is the word of what it's what , it's love shinebattery powered in the best sense. So we try this on, that off,switch keys present orderlies with questionable credentialsknowing we're loving ~ .

penny dreadful

2009-10-19T22:30:00.001-04:00

O loverdid you think forgetting is something we doweave we do round the legal distance beteen us centuriesthen other things carrying us to the center point of meeting.O that word's so crude that compared to your lips I am crying ~say it's the blues where we meet again lost after this long alreadyready for our waiting love again encountering the kiss love of the wish wanting between us

exquisite

2009-10-19T22:00:00.002-04:00

Has any hand seen? Does the requisite heart pump? can it become its other. does narrate mean parrot> >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> what? she jumps, she boots she howl. come again my ._______________________ take your hand around this place.those were verselets. and what is a verse_let it's like a space to ken in yr head my love.your face is mirror to my own.a ramshackle hut that lovers. O the breath is

worthy and unworthy .... what do you call them?

2009-10-17T01:44:00.003-04:00

1_______________ I am looking for you again. We met, we connected we lost touch. I remember you were very very unattractive. There was nothing about you I liked, nor could I like. Yet, we clicked like two sick cats. Get back to me! I need you,and your weirdness. I cannot forget!______________________________________________2Je cherche et recherche une femme intelligent et belle. On peut dire

and all the rest---

2009-10-17T01:24:00.003-04:00

somehow you want to get inside. her . and her. and the . her voice screaming. throat trembling. shes insane. especially when she spoke about "god" shes iNSAnE .arent they all. what is this vulgar insanity. of a poor . not poor. not made of Ore and gold. but cast iron steel.[this is the shittiest thing youve ever written.no kidding. but just who's speaking here. ]_________________________________

come eros

2009-10-15T14:30:00.000-04:00

Come eros speak to name not these soldiers of deathand the cut dry disaster of those lashed bodies the screamof heil and hail and ho hoho! as the________________________________________________its the rib speak content of your name that's after___________________________________

bliss

2009-10-14T20:07:00.001-04:00

'Bliss to have been . ...' alive the low nightcradled crammed she wear the negligent pattern of clothits rainbow passage rigged for nights in and outfitted the teeth has sunby its glitter this way she covers the basictenet of her solitude her failure to arrive at delirium's coast

Sssssssssssssssssss

2009-10-10T01:23:00.003-04:00

where you belong picture that ~close to the caress

sentences to try on like mouths worn by the skull and mask

2009-10-09T23:55:00.000-04:00

------------------------someone said ________ and someone else EloiseSaid:ive been youve been waitin for your body to come home. inside there were things. not cancer or worms but death trolls, tollin booth monkey fucks, assholes (which are always carbonized due to the vulgarity of their saying, the saying, the violence of the Fuck: word. or say a young woman onthe bus: Shesays hes the worst

everyone knew

2009-10-09T00:48:00.003-04:00

between simple feet you find love. it's a place. of revival. that carries tents.of the tents. there. circuses, and trainers. global melodies and love's period.outside utensils. what of it? if it happens once in a life.that maverick soldiering place the desert at your feet.Love always knows your namebreaking your heart at the same time,the game played .O come again melody ofand its thouand

tongue s

2009-10-08T16:02:00.004-04:00

tongue was stronger we had the raviest timetongue your cauldron caught in your mouth ok tongue ok tongue come to it tonguecoiffed by every codfish codpieceraring at its infinity of the sweet commentary indirectly saged to its loving a poleO this pole wounded your feet, then carried your queer bed , to my place,then we screwed, or is it fucked, we 'made' love, as it it was a factory,a

thought reproaches

2009-10-08T15:58:00.003-04:00

______________________________Honour's a funny word. Imagine honour at your half way house. honour at its death. the burial ofcall that a thought sunshine in the afternoon a bad cold legs like putty yr heart of mud we'll come more later love's dangerous thing , ally, maybe enemyin any case imagining your loves might be better than realizing themlove's a cruel thing in the reel world in the real

used to call ...

2009-10-06T18:24:00.004-04:00

Tristan they used to call you love.Then hate. Its night. Suppose it's true and none of them is you. Marx's platehas come round the fat planet of factoriesTake the leaf off leave the breath going call its rough O christ its they used to call ...

they used to call ...

2009-10-01T00:14:00.001-04:00

the face of someone I love[?] _ collage _ broken brook _

imagine that

2009-09-30T09:30:00.000-04:00

____________________________________________________imagine this prose. that no longer wants to speak. your . tongue. blathered as it has since. time's told age. not a prison, a prism or a what? something broken, lipped by the carnal mood of whores .so take the taxi. go home. revere breadcrumbs if that is what it takes. come on over after. disappearance it's a tunnel, so you ought to reappear.

really good moves

2009-09-30T02:15:00.001-04:00

She's velour been (in her) his league(in his and theirs). She's long legged like a stork. Crazy as a loon.Bare-assed she's sunshine the moon.------------------------------------------Under the fathoms there's leagues. And underworld god_.leagues and leagues lake and lakeleg legging legleg this leg that shake a legget a move on me heartiesyer death is in the navybust the crestring the spumeyr

it were

2009-09-29T10:00:00.003-04:00

it was D. day. Night to Dada. world. flying flung past its war piece. unione-ed by lovers on beaches it carries flames and throwers. end this fair plague its busted shitted bodies over this . its d day end of war. dada day. kiss dada kiss me. come to it. yer islands and peninsula swerve roun the orgasms you have kissed by my dada hovering roun your hanky panky lips

eros my little duckies

2009-09-28T12:30:00.001-04:00

she harmonics harmonica

2009-09-28T10:00:00.001-04:00

__________________________________Leviathan is not harmonic . Heroic? Is she ? hmmm none say its' she but.it could.become she.call it expository sale. the debt collector, the din of its ring. 12 carat gold. and the hind leg is won by standing behind. that the lover sees flush. she pares her lips, begging to be torn. not some god hanging off the fence, but a difference that can only be attributed

And Say

2009-09-27T17:30:00.002-04:00

and say the fa ct that the guy in the picture is moving and his hair is long and there's nothing else he can do but give up and the girl's naked and got no clothes and she wants her and he wants her and she wants her and her wants something else and that's the way it goes when the coo-coo desisting desirs uncoded go maxi flow maximum no mini-coat maxicoat and the religious ethic's

in the _e living roo ~ m

2009-09-27T17:22:00.002-04:00

in the living room we fall. kissed by brain cells. our brain to brain over the slippery hip of your thighs. not this but between islands -----------------my parlour is your parlour rest you here lovelove rest you

these those

2009-09-27T13:30:00.003-04:00

Tristan move the frame. art born of a true necessity of the author.... these those that ...

Amants éternels :capture becomings recollecting~

2009-09-27T10:45:00.000-04:00

O the lovers eternal as the grasping night. she miss his lips. tiger to herself ~

tristan you and I go here

2009-09-27T03:45:00.004-04:00

Tristan the moon's come to drill your shape the city'sbarrier is a lunatic throng guested by peaks and longing her mariners're tortured rainbow officers wanting to wed the geese of discontent their death’ tomato patches lined-up breath after breath and one knows they're not home metamorphosed in the after of death