I came across a friend
a friend I didn’t know I had.
I was full of regret and dreams of
hope for a future I didn’t know
I could have.
This friend (who sensed my dismay)
said unto me
Absolve thyself.
Rely not on another
for another will be jealous
or competitive
Absolve myself.
This friend was me.
Capricious soul
The silver frame around nostalgia,
fly wire over the windows,
entrapment of opportunity,
fear and loathing,
Magnetic consciousness,
and repressed will –
it’s all in the archives of the
desolate trappings of expectation.
Autonomous
Incredulous
Capricious soul.
“STIGMA, STYLE, REPROACH”
“STIGMA, STYLE, REPROACH”
SATIN ANGER SILVER STEEL REGRET PEARLS
LEATHER ANGUISH CARBON TISSUE FEAR PAPER
THESE ARE A FEW OF MY FAVOURITE THINGS
MEANING PERCEPTION IMAGE IDEALISATION FASHION FAD
CRYSTAL RHYTHM GLASS WAX SOUND WIRE
SILICON RHYME FLORA COTTON FORM WATER
I call for a revolution!
I call for a revolution!
Dissatisfaction and oppression reign,
The angst we feed off is controlling the action,
The anchor is snagged on the rocky outcrop.
I call for a revolution!
An internal mutiny will prevail,
Analyse the weak points, plan my manoeuvres,
The anchor is dragging on the sandy ocean floor.
I call for a revolution!
Crumble the walls of defence, attack the hierarchy of power,
Listen to the psychobabble of the unyielding empire,
Raise the anchor to forge on.
I call for a revolution!
The cannons are firing, missing their targets,
Rebounding, returning, impervious of intricate intention,
The anchor is up in the midst of the battle.
I call for a revolution!
The masses are rising, wielding their swords,
My fortress has fallen, the heart of the system exposed,
The anchor is up, and I am wounded, defeated and
drifting in open seas…
The Princess
“The Princess did me wrong,
led me unto the fray…”
She introduced me to the Devil,
allowed him to restrict me
in her moral and vanquished image…
She caged me like a bird,
clipped my wings and claws,
She disarmed my defences and
only form of attack with
her ample charm and promises…
And with a gracious smile upon her face
she led me, like a Christian
into the lion’s den…
The Princess did me wrong,
she works not for the promise of Paradise,
but for the purpose of destruction.
Word List
Symmetry
Harmony
Proportion
Balance
Equilibrium
Unity
Equivalence
Uniformity
White
Blanc
Snowy
Milky
Bleached
Frosty
Frosted
Ivory
Barrier
Obstacle
Deterrent
Boundary
Hindrance
Encumbrance
Obstruction
Restraint
Barricade
New leaf?
incapable?
No.
uncontrollable inconsistency and
undeniable calamity.
Can I bear the sight of a new shade of green?
is it too bright and blinding?
or just rejuvenating?
Should I make something to match it;
or just try and ignore it?
Either way: Do I flip a coin or
flip a new leaf;
I can’t decide on my own.
fires of desire
The simultaneous deepening of
the webs of deception and
the fires of desire…
Perceptibly attracting my attention
with your ample charm,
Attempting to give credence
to my assumed naiveté.
Temptation
Temptation
No, I want something else
something more
something Absolute
Submission
Exaltation
you know how it goes
(I think you know too much)
Cinderella
Appeals made to my better sensibilities
(I’m a sucker for a pretty face and I know it)
“Well this is how it is, you know”
(why thank you, oh wise man sitting on a mountain top)
“that’s an interesting point”
(better known as “So, when do we fuck?”)
“Is that natural?”
(Name the place and time)
Expression is the bane of my life
Fuck the Cinderella Complex-
I give up.
But I guess you knew that too.
They know I know You know
Love
Life
Hatred
Ecstasy
A mutual obsession
the mirror images that frighten me
Haunting
daunting
lurking
smirking
They know I know
You know
rampant sexuality
The love
the lore
the mind
the war…
the white flag…
… survived only by the
manifestations of rampant sexuality…
You know…
Trains Planes and Automobiles
Trains
Planes
Automobiles
Life
Love
Lust
Instantaneous
Sexual
Gratification
Manipulation
Revenge
(Foreplay)
“First thought, best thought.”
“Poetry withers and ‘dries out’
when it leaves music…too far behind”
“Mind is shapely. Art is shapely”
“First thought, best thought.”
By separating the spiritual/body/child; I am more comfortable with the world at large. Knowing that it is only my body at risk of the demands of the 20th Century, I separate my mind into another realm, safe, secure and free to explore and learn and grow.
(Actual date not recorded – approx June 1997)
He/She
“Isn’t that too kitsch to call art though?”
“But you’re too young to be that cynical!”
“It’s too difficult not to be cynical.”
“Youth, beauty, talent – you have it all. Cynicism just doesn’t fit.”
“It’s only a small part of me that is cynical, but christ it has a loud voice!”
“Can’t you ignore it? Let yourself accept love as part and parcel of real life?”
“It hurts too much.”
“So don’t let so much out all at once – love takes time.”
“The thing is, I can’t do things by half. Once I let myself go, I fall very easily – hard and fast – and that leaves me very open, very early on.”
“Trust me.”
“Trust who? Who are you?”
neutral
Fucking neutrality
drives me mad –
dreaming of things
I wish I never had…
I’m talking about the pot
calling the kettle black…
“Juxtapositioning of the
contrasting values of
Animal desire and
the angelic bitch”