"Love means to commit oneself without guarantee, to give oneself completely in the hope that our love will produce love in the loved person. Love is an act of faith, and whoever is of little faith is of little love"
-Erich Fromm (1900-1980)
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Informed
I would like to be informed, have a strong opinion.
I smashed a bottle of red wine over the tiles of the kitchen at 8am.
The smell was out of place, a spattering of discontent.
I shall leave the article until later, so that it doesn’t leave a bad taste in my mouth or confuse the flavours of home made muesli.
A lady should leave the table a little bit hungry.
Her eyes (should) and (do) become prodigal, staring at piles of stodge.
I would like to be informed, have a strong opinion. But as I reached paragraph three, I had to get up and leave the table.
A little bit hungry.
I smashed a bottle of red wine over the tiles of the kitchen at 8am.
The smell was out of place, a spattering of discontent.
I shall leave the article until later, so that it doesn’t leave a bad taste in my mouth or confuse the flavours of home made muesli.
A lady should leave the table a little bit hungry.
Her eyes (should) and (do) become prodigal, staring at piles of stodge.
I would like to be informed, have a strong opinion. But as I reached paragraph three, I had to get up and leave the table.
A little bit hungry.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
FREEZE
Pierce it!
Go on, pierce it. Break the skin.
With your beating splintered star, formed in a block of ice.
A shard, a whisker, a prickle, has nicked me.
Break the skin.
Don’t brush past.
Stop. Stab.
Go on, pierce it. Break the skin.
With your beating splintered star, formed in a block of ice.
A shard, a whisker, a prickle, has nicked me.
Break the skin.
Don’t brush past.
Stop. Stab.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Don’t interrupt me
#1: We.
#2: If we.
#1: If. We.
#2: If we don’t know want we want.
#2: There!
#1: There?
#2: There we said it. But.
#1: It. Is. It is. It is a lie.
#2: A lie.
#1: A. lie. Full stop?
#2: No.
#1:No!?
#2: Comma, continue, dot, dot, dot.
#1: No.
#2: No?
#1: No!
#2: Yes and no. Continue, dot, dot, dot.
#2: If we.
#1: If. We.
#2: If we don’t know want we want.
#2: There!
#1: There?
#2: There we said it. But.
#1: It. Is. It is. It is a lie.
#2: A lie.
#1: A. lie. Full stop?
#2: No.
#1:No!?
#2: Comma, continue, dot, dot, dot.
#1: No.
#2: No?
#1: No!
#2: Yes and no. Continue, dot, dot, dot.
draft
There are some patterns forming and I wish I could be strong and strange like the roots of a tree, bumping into the concrete. I wonder whether it is like giving the footpath a massage.
Sometimes you can become too aware of everything that is wrong or out of alignment, all of a sudden you are ridden with discomfort, grisly muscles or sore nipples. It leads to a furrow of the brow.
I am not as nervous as I used to be, an exhibitionist these days.
Attention monger. I may as well carry around a stethoscope, to monitor how fast all your hearts beat around me, whether you perspire?
Have I told you that my spelling has got a lot better recently? Maybe it is because I am reading more, or maybe Microsoft word is flattering; like the lighting in my bathroom or a pair of baggy track suit pants.
This is a draft. This will never get sent. This is self indulgent.
Sometimes you can become too aware of everything that is wrong or out of alignment, all of a sudden you are ridden with discomfort, grisly muscles or sore nipples. It leads to a furrow of the brow.
I am not as nervous as I used to be, an exhibitionist these days.
Attention monger. I may as well carry around a stethoscope, to monitor how fast all your hearts beat around me, whether you perspire?
Have I told you that my spelling has got a lot better recently? Maybe it is because I am reading more, or maybe Microsoft word is flattering; like the lighting in my bathroom or a pair of baggy track suit pants.
This is a draft. This will never get sent. This is self indulgent.
"To Us"
Blood and beer bottles.
It is much thicker than you would think, but then there are those who take too much aspirin and their blood could pass for herbal tea.
But in this case it was thick and plentiful, rich in colour. Swirling in a mouth of malt and hops. Burping brings forth the taste again and again.
Grainy; against the teeth.
I feel I should shroud you in leather at a time like this, or fur…like a holy veil.
Extreme.
Encompassing.
You do look cold, perhaps it will help?
I’ll smash another one or should I pour you a glass first and then cut you with it? Have I poured for you before?
It is always the perfect glass, with just the right amount of head.
It is much thicker than you would think, but then there are those who take too much aspirin and their blood could pass for herbal tea.
But in this case it was thick and plentiful, rich in colour. Swirling in a mouth of malt and hops. Burping brings forth the taste again and again.
Grainy; against the teeth.
I feel I should shroud you in leather at a time like this, or fur…like a holy veil.
Extreme.
Encompassing.
You do look cold, perhaps it will help?
I’ll smash another one or should I pour you a glass first and then cut you with it? Have I poured for you before?
It is always the perfect glass, with just the right amount of head.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Radio
We are live,
I dropped the A to be more danger-ous,
the microphone is on and so is the tension…
Quick!
Say something, gods forbid we have dead air…
With enough confidence to supersede my nerves,
I will show you the flowers growing on the palms of my hands.
I promise you, they smell beautiful and your grin,
is finally be big enough to match mine.
I dropped the A to be more danger-ous,
the microphone is on and so is the tension…
Quick!
Say something, gods forbid we have dead air…
With enough confidence to supersede my nerves,
I will show you the flowers growing on the palms of my hands.
I promise you, they smell beautiful and your grin,
is finally be big enough to match mine.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
S.C.S
You! Lie. Yes, you do.
Is it to make it all more, appealing?
Like smoothing out the covers, you know the creases don’t go away, right?
They float and then fall.
In your room of crumples, tell me the truth.
Don’t repeat yourself.
You can’t show me any beauty, if I don’t know what you really look like.
You can’t tell me I am beautiful, or at least if you do, I want a receipt.
How did you cut yourself? Why don’t you have an address? How can you possibly stay awake for so long?
The answers are easy, you are not.
Is it to make it all more, appealing?
Like smoothing out the covers, you know the creases don’t go away, right?
They float and then fall.
In your room of crumples, tell me the truth.
Don’t repeat yourself.
You can’t show me any beauty, if I don’t know what you really look like.
You can’t tell me I am beautiful, or at least if you do, I want a receipt.
How did you cut yourself? Why don’t you have an address? How can you possibly stay awake for so long?
The answers are easy, you are not.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Untitled
Close your eyes and let your face tell me everything.
Recite me something important, you’ve been thinking about.
I say recite, because you have been thinking very hard about what you might say.
You even spoke it aloud…just the once, in case your voice was to crack or you stumbled and you wouldn’t want any of the meaning to be lost, I’m sure of that.
You did it in front of the mirror; you felt slight embarrassment, so to get you in the mood, the zone as they say….you dipped your finger into a hot cup of tea, just boiled, so as to shock your system. Just like a paper cut it sprung your mind forward to the present and away from all the emotions you are so tired of wearing.
Your red finger pulsed with pain and the pain let you forget and so, you spoke, aloud, in the bathroom.
Recite me something important, you’ve been thinking about.
I say recite, because you have been thinking very hard about what you might say.
You even spoke it aloud…just the once, in case your voice was to crack or you stumbled and you wouldn’t want any of the meaning to be lost, I’m sure of that.
You did it in front of the mirror; you felt slight embarrassment, so to get you in the mood, the zone as they say….you dipped your finger into a hot cup of tea, just boiled, so as to shock your system. Just like a paper cut it sprung your mind forward to the present and away from all the emotions you are so tired of wearing.
Your red finger pulsed with pain and the pain let you forget and so, you spoke, aloud, in the bathroom.
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