the photograph ( Read more... )

i was preparing a makeshift temple for the ceremony, things were feeling really good energetically: a nice clear space with great aspects of the surrounding hills. there was one small - but major - blockage: a pile of heads under a blanket in the middle room. carefully composed heads would be acceptable, an embellishment even, but they needed to be ( Read more... )

flattened feathery mass
a pigeon dies
inconsiderately
near the casino doors.
red legs protruding
but where's the flesh?
maybe pigeons
are all feather,
all soul

"The life of the bandit, like that of the sacred man, is not a piece of animal nature without any relation to law and the city. It is rather, a threshold of indistinction and of passage between ainmal and man, physis and nomos, exclusion and inclusion: the life of the bandit is the life of the loup garou, the werewolf, who is precisely neither man ( Read more... )

The old guy I hung out with in Cape Town last Christmas has died ( Read more... )

It was a losing battle on both fronts ( Read more... )

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i've gotta get my bike out of the garage. but that means passing through the entrance room where he might be. okay, deep breath, open the door. fuck, theres another one, passing by the closed yellow curtains: an older guy, slightly flat flaced; as if it has been smeared upward by the hand of a monster - the cyclops say, just to keep with the haptic ( Read more... )

i mean its post full moon and the wind has cleansed the inside of assholes, its time to emerge from the ravages, crystals blazing, what order all that chaos can bring! get involved, we're in a new time zone now. what are you doing, still anguishing - the show goes on. make a new fold in mayhem, your own little, what are they called, um ... fruit ( Read more... )

star dust
a mitochondrion
or few
the dominion
of life
awake
again

we draw close
and apart
this i
squats
on the river shore
as a swirl
wipes the trace
of your gentle stand