there are so many parties out there
dear, so many rooms
there are so many men
and boys
and curious girls
all with affections poised
awaiting your breath on theirs
go to them
weave around
explore your reflection in
waverless eyes
for godsake
make an effort; I know I would if I
bled your kind of elixir
hell, I'd be the second coming
by daybreak...
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dear, so many rooms
there are so many men
and boys
and curious girls
all with affections poised
awaiting your breath on theirs
go to them
weave around
explore your reflection in
waverless eyes
for godsake
make an effort; I know I would if I
bled your kind of elixir
hell, I'd be the second coming
by daybreak...
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No god deserves my questions.
It made me
human, and so here I am, fulsome
in my flaws.
My fury and confusion
skim the cosmos at their arc,
before catapulting back into
the spitting seas of Earth.
Tell me, Surf,
tell a friend - what are your
objections?
My confidence: mother and child
of it all. No I: no He. See
how my tiny language...
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markbousfield:
can you give me your email address? I'll send over a wee selection, any changes and suggestions to ones I send over is fine 
I'm slowly warming to this one, not as instantly accessable as some of your other works, its seems to want to be profound whilst recognising the ego and hopelessness involved in 'talking to God'.
no god has earned my questions yet seems more vulnerable rather than defiant to me
I'm slowly warming to this one, not as instantly accessable as some of your other works, its seems to want to be profound whilst recognising the ego and hopelessness involved in 'talking to God'.
no god has earned my questions yet seems more vulnerable rather than defiant to me
markbousfield:
Interesting you should identify 'god' as a tyrant. i am not religous but tyrant assumes that we have no choice but to believe in God. Each individual has many options open to them in the nature of their belief whether that be in all consuming powers that be or something more segregated and complicated such as Hinduism. Also we have the choice not to believe, and if we are wrong? Well what the Hell, when I meet Peter at the Pearly Gates I guess I'll have no choice but to believe because Heaven is right there in fromnt of me as a reality and then they'll have to let me in anyway right?
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y:
Is that... a towel round your head?
zak:
where ya been?
still waiting on the folder of edited work you promised me.
don't toy with me, humphrey. i know people in places who do things.
still waiting on the folder of edited work you promised me.
don't toy with me, humphrey. i know people in places who do things.
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y:
Ballerinas are finer than fine, my friend.
dasha:
that was a beautiful poem.
Audient
Aboard this mobile library
of DNA, your brothers and sisters
are remembered minutely,
catalogued discreetly in the
bristles of the chair, 'cross the
surface of the window sealing shut
this pouch of air,
like a lung collapsing forth
through red lights
to its new home.
It might be a fellow boarder or
the guard without a ward,
punching holes for striking wage;
one of...
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Aboard this mobile library
of DNA, your brothers and sisters
are remembered minutely,
catalogued discreetly in the
bristles of the chair, 'cross the
surface of the window sealing shut
this pouch of air,
like a lung collapsing forth
through red lights
to its new home.
It might be a fellow boarder or
the guard without a ward,
punching holes for striking wage;
one of...
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dasha:
i just got your book in the mail.
dasha:
i love it, especially the one with the students.
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y:
'Firething' by Gudrun Gut and Anita lane.
Sexy.
Gudrun accepted my friend request on Myspace and left a wee comment. I turned into a gushing schoolboy. Totally had a crush on her since seeing her in the 'Die Sonne' video with Blixa ten years ago.
Sexy.
Gudrun accepted my friend request on Myspace and left a wee comment. I turned into a gushing schoolboy. Totally had a crush on her since seeing her in the 'Die Sonne' video with Blixa ten years ago.
markbousfield:
Work in progress is correct sir, that's why it's there and not UPC yet.
I can email you the mp4 of the film if that's the best way and then you can put it on there at your whim and leisure.
I'm really looking forward to edinburgh, I've never been before, should be interesting. I'm shooting some exteriors for the feature we have in development whilst I'm there too.
Hope you are well
I can email you the mp4 of the film if that's the best way and then you can put it on there at your whim and leisure.
I'm really looking forward to edinburgh, I've never been before, should be interesting. I'm shooting some exteriors for the feature we have in development whilst I'm there too.
Hope you are well
French fries again today.
I know it's irresponsible but she asks in perfect syllables and breaks the fries up into perfect pieces before munching them down without any help.
I keep thinking that it's odd, our even number, and I wonder if she thinks it too.
(This afternoon I stopped at lights and winced for twenty seconds while my young one watched a mother push...
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I know it's irresponsible but she asks in perfect syllables and breaks the fries up into perfect pieces before munching them down without any help.
I keep thinking that it's odd, our even number, and I wonder if she thinks it too.
(This afternoon I stopped at lights and winced for twenty seconds while my young one watched a mother push...
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zak:
hahaha i think you've had enough pills. no aspirin for you.
did you make it through the day?
did you get out the pots and pans like i suggested?
did you make it through the day?
did you get out the pots and pans like i suggested?
zak:
remember, it was like 6am and i said you should wake your flatmates with pots and pans and make then do lines with you.
Isolation Discipline
The following challenge is intended as an artistic experiment to recreate a "desert island" factor in the composition of poetry or poetic language. It is part of a bid to test a writer's intentions in writing, and was assembled as a consequence of a question:
If I was stranded with no company, no contact, and no hope of rescue - in short, no...
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The following challenge is intended as an artistic experiment to recreate a "desert island" factor in the composition of poetry or poetic language. It is part of a bid to test a writer's intentions in writing, and was assembled as a consequence of a question:
If I was stranded with no company, no contact, and no hope of rescue - in short, no...
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hemlock170374:
This feels like something helpful for me to beat artist block.
They call it artist block but, more often than not,
it is not just the artist who is blocked,
it is the person. Person block, this is how it should be called.
Since the true artist always lives the contradiction
of feeling detached from the others
and yet creating something that will probably somehow reach the others,
it is difficult to remember that the others should indeed not matter
in the process of creation.
When someone else starts watching and, god forbid, commenting,
the process of creation stops and fails.
This is true even if the watcher is just in the artist's head.
They call it artist block but, more often than not,
it is not just the artist who is blocked,
it is the person. Person block, this is how it should be called.
Since the true artist always lives the contradiction
of feeling detached from the others
and yet creating something that will probably somehow reach the others,
it is difficult to remember that the others should indeed not matter
in the process of creation.
When someone else starts watching and, god forbid, commenting,
the process of creation stops and fails.
This is true even if the watcher is just in the artist's head.
ampersand:
Please, no need for apologise.
Regarding the lyrics, the first are from Wolf Like Me by TV on the Radio, the second from Like Eating Glass by Bloc Party. To be honest, I'm glad you asked. I usually quote with titles, but for some reason it didn't feel appropriate this time. I'm not sure why.
The Twelve Step program is pretty firmly based on the Jesus (or, if you prefer God) thing. But it sneaks up on you. They save him (or her if you're that way inclined) for the third step, so you're already well on your way before you realise what's going on. For the record, they go:
Regarding the lyrics, the first are from Wolf Like Me by TV on the Radio, the second from Like Eating Glass by Bloc Party. To be honest, I'm glad you asked. I usually quote with titles, but for some reason it didn't feel appropriate this time. I'm not sure why.
The Twelve Step program is pretty firmly based on the Jesus (or, if you prefer God) thing. But it sneaks up on you. They save him (or her if you're that way inclined) for the third step, so you're already well on your way before you realise what's going on. For the record, they go:
But yeah, what does Jesus know 'bout drinking? I wonder if that water trick he does works with vodka also?
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markbousfield:
Is it just me or is SG incredibly slow at the moment? I've been drifting away from it for a few months now, hmmmm
valcapone:
Hey there! I've put up a review of your book at last. You can check it out at http://blackheartmagazine.com/index2.php?p=story&id=76
(Sorry about shortening the title to numerals, but it's an annoying sidebar issue. Hope you don't mind.
)
(Sorry about shortening the title to numerals, but it's an annoying sidebar issue. Hope you don't mind.
)book
appurtenance: does anyone fancy writing a sentence or two of blurb for my page on Lulu? what's up there now is only the brief bio from the back of the book; it doesn't tell you anything about the poetry. thing is, i'm not sure what i am - a modernist? a post-Bukowskian? a poetic diarist? i really haven't a clue, and i am...
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appurtenance: does anyone fancy writing a sentence or two of blurb for my page on Lulu? what's up there now is only the brief bio from the back of the book; it doesn't tell you anything about the poetry. thing is, i'm not sure what i am - a modernist? a post-Bukowskian? a poetic diarist? i really haven't a clue, and i am...
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presleyan:
hey pal. yeah i'm not on here that much but yeah, still around. I guess i should be gettin around to posting a few more little poems.
Congrats on your first volume! I shall definitely check it out Brother Kallimachus!
Congrats on your first volume! I shall definitely check it out Brother Kallimachus!
gunsarelove:
Lovely collection. ..those squids are so meditative.
but if you pass by these lands,
a couple of drinks of yours are on me
Here are the details of my american psycho party:
Time and Place Start Time: Saturday, November 3, 2007 at 8:00pm
End Time: Sunday, November 4, 2007 at 12:00am
Location: The Iambic (the old Shoreditch Library), Old Street
City/Town: London
A meeting of the chattering classes in Old Street; the newest, hippest place to be seen if you are an executive banker on Wall Street in 1980s New York. All are welcome as long as you have tastefully made business cards and a penchant for axe murder whilst listening to Huey Lewis and the News, their undisputed masterpiece is "Hip to be Square", a song so catchy, most people probably don't listen to the lyrics. But they should, because it's not just about the pleasures of conformity, and the importance of trends, it's also a personal statement about the band itself.
Brace yourself for auction action of some of the finest American Psycho-tic art, for sale at a very discreet price, and chat from some of the most beautiful people to grace film in the 1980s. There's even a complimentary cocktail waiting for you at the bar... we're such flash *bankers*.
Bring a business card... yours if you want a chance of winning or not yours if you don't.
Tickets 7 in advance online follow the link below... OR 10 on the door.
http://www.seetickets.com/see/event.asp?e|artist=the+american+psycho+party&e|promoter=5298&filler1=see
(Tickets will be available for collection at the door - so no waiting about for the postman knock... or not.)