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Old Shithook Remini'sces In Dreamy Doubletalk
every one in every
body
knows, per common know'ledge,
that the specific particulate density
of most forms of shit
cannot be carried off for disposition
by way of a coldhard bloody pointed
hook
meat, however, whether dead or living,
can be easily snagged, stored, transported
via the aforementioned hook in the form
of meathook
Act II:
in
the colloquial, thee coloqui
of
dreams bein a presentual reality
that
while intensely frustrating as regards
loss
of things such as losses[of]Love, cherished saxophonery,
modes of trans'port, Love, mobility,
'home', Love, ...& general paralysis
in the face[s] of dreamreality,
is far preferable to the so-called real-world----
KL was there for awhile last night as if living a love that I-I
could not give word to 45yrs ago when we sat sipping
tea while skipping class........all vaporously
dispersed in that dread-moment of opening
an eye to fcknbloody 'real world'
of an old-dumb-old fthrmck'd elder
re'presenting little more than
a stenchin reminder that maybe the
ignoministry of death is 'really'
mere insoluble distraction heaped
the thee myriad contrivances
of distracted digression that I-I-I have
built for Us thru man'y 1000's'o
years
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dkzk2014\\foto="GlossolaliaForAnyOccassion,AnyBudget"by;dkzk
body
knows, per common know'ledge,
that the specific particulate density
of most forms of shit
cannot be carried off for disposition
by way of a coldhard bloody pointed
hook
meat, however, whether dead or living,
can be easily snagged, stored, transported
via the aforementioned hook in the form
of meathook
Act II:
in
the colloquial, thee coloqui
of
dreams bein a presentual reality
that
while intensely frustrating as regards
loss
of things such as losses[of]Love, cherished saxophonery,
modes of trans'port, Love, mobility,
'home', Love, ...& general paralysis
in the face[s] of dreamreality,
is far preferable to the so-called real-world----
KL was there for awhile last night as if living a love that I-I
could not give word to 45yrs ago when we sat sipping
tea while skipping class........all vaporously
dispersed in that dread-moment of opening
an eye to fcknbloody 'real world'
of an old-dumb-old fthrmck'd elder
re'presenting little more than
a stenchin reminder that maybe the
ignoministry of death is 'really'
mere insoluble distraction heaped
the thee myriad contrivances
of distracted digression that I-I-I have
built for Us thru man'y 1000's'o
years
___________________________________________________________
dkzk2014\\foto="GlossolaliaForAnyOccassion,AnyBudget"by;dkzk
Published 19th Jul 2014
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Anonymous
19th Jul 2014 7:09pm
This has got my head spinning, Sir DanielX. There is so much going on in this piece that I find it quite difficult to piece it together. Your references to life and observations always leave my brain throbbing for the lingos of a 6-year-old. But if you did, poetry would be so goddamn boring, meaningless, pointless. xo, Devlin.
19th Jul 2014 10:16pm
as title says 'doubletalk' & in other instances idiot glossolalia.......& it all
comes down to
'my' absurd losses in this 21st century....
the rearrangement my mind/brain/neurology had
to spontaneously redecorate 'my InnerWorld'
in order to 'be comfortable' with seemingly insensible absurdity, & letting go of attaching any 'reality' to what happens, knowing what we think is 'real' are but our ego-tricks playing out it's Reality TV Show.........
& the great alonesomeness of feeling so separated from 'the tribe' because I cannot think in that paradigm anymore.......like anytime you think yr getting 'close' to someone, some unspecified , amorphous catch-22 triggers & they gone (not even realizing the 'left' anything behind..........
that's what all my poetry, picture art, & fringe music compulsions are all about.....don'tell anyone...because I may have it all wrong
a very wonderful artist-teacher cyber-friend on FB disappeared recently. I'd just spoken last month when I was in Cali & we had to cancel meeting up 'cause she became too sick & weak.....she would never say what this ailment was, but sounds like a long term cancer struggle---this while taking care of her 97yr old mother for years. Tried to call her few minute ago. the number is disconnected. FB page down, phone dx'd, I'll bet she be dead.....funny how death works (or doesn't) on this fuckin interweb...many many very isolated relationships that you don'know if the came or gone.......Ha....funny
comes down to
'my' absurd losses in this 21st century....
the rearrangement my mind/brain/neurology had
to spontaneously redecorate 'my InnerWorld'
in order to 'be comfortable' with seemingly insensible absurdity, & letting go of attaching any 'reality' to what happens, knowing what we think is 'real' are but our ego-tricks playing out it's Reality TV Show.........
& the great alonesomeness of feeling so separated from 'the tribe' because I cannot think in that paradigm anymore.......like anytime you think yr getting 'close' to someone, some unspecified , amorphous catch-22 triggers & they gone (not even realizing the 'left' anything behind..........
that's what all my poetry, picture art, & fringe music compulsions are all about.....don'tell anyone...because I may have it all wrong
a very wonderful artist-teacher cyber-friend on FB disappeared recently. I'd just spoken last month when I was in Cali & we had to cancel meeting up 'cause she became too sick & weak.....she would never say what this ailment was, but sounds like a long term cancer struggle---this while taking care of her 97yr old mother for years. Tried to call her few minute ago. the number is disconnected. FB page down, phone dx'd, I'll bet she be dead.....funny how death works (or doesn't) on this fuckin interweb...many many very isolated relationships that you don'know if the came or gone.......Ha....funny
20th Jul 2014 00:02am
that's really sad, and how does
one deal with the sudden
disconnect...
I've thankfully yet to find out,
but doubtless I shall...
one deal with the sudden
disconnect...
I've thankfully yet to find out,
but doubtless I shall...
20th Jul 2014 2:40am
20th Jul 2014 4:20am
As kids we often had to kiss relatives
in their caskets before they are buried
it is one of those things that defy
'interpretation' but leave a lingering
feeling of peace. There will be many more
'disconnections' to come.
Peace unto you, dada.
in their caskets before they are buried
it is one of those things that defy
'interpretation' but leave a lingering
feeling of peace. There will be many more
'disconnections' to come.
Peace unto you, dada.
20th Jul 2014 3:08pm
