taking it seriously…

December 15, 2008 at 6:21 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 3 Comments
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taking it seriously, hmm, doesn’t necessarily mean not having any fun, Oscar, no need for the quip not quote nor lurking behind some clever practiced turn of phrase. I’m sure there’s a drunken haiku in there somewhere, let me count thy silly bubbles and an obvious line
break. He say’s, slightly slurring. You upperclass twits makes me wanna, well I’ll tell you a story.
Every artist’s voice is an artificial construct. You see that word, ‘art’ificial. You wanna live in some prosaic explanation why listen to birdsong all day. It’s a job of work and it’s a long voyage he said, putting his arm around me, stinking of salt fish and absynthe, all you have to do is play, keep her there in the room.

I looked down at the piano and all I could think to play was Stormy Weather,

Life is too important to be taken seriously.
Oscar Wilde

ungainly entrance

September 22, 2008 at 6:24 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 17 Comments
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(for such a tiny creature, according to the japanese pornographer says Mamu, you are to be rewarded.)
he flings an arm and chinese dragonfly tumble roll
she pops up in the middle of the darkened room
sparkled and startling in sheer grey silk
and shaking her long black hair with golden flashes
brushing dust and standing, hands off me giant monkey man
whose slave are you, mamu?
and glowers at me furious
and are you in dungeon too?
is mine destiny i guess and plonks herself inside my arm
gazing up at me, i guess it is yours too
but first my hopeless wizard friend
we must get these chains from you.
another Mistress’ spell on me
just doesn’t seem quite right
that i should be always be the one
to dance for their delight,

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