Andrew Sweeny
Monotone
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Andrew Sweeny
Monotone
1
joyful black night
every creature from Eden
and dog star my companion
free of the monotonous sun
free to break the stone tablets of law
free even of stars
a woman bending her leg
why do we talk about love
tell me, why do we talk about that ?
2
Paris
pale words
pale monuments
pale liberty
impaled on the
new moon
3
Moonrise over St. Augustine
(ballad)
Octopus, oh octopus
dreaming your room
Your inky arms around me
As flowers in hell bloom
Soft arms and brutal monuments
A dawn of sirens cries
Octopus, oh octopus
In January skies
Octopus oh octupus
Cross-eyed, hairy and dumb
You will be my star sign
My hands have only thumbs
Your chemical I long for
You chemical I swoon
Your chemical is all I want
Your poison and your spoon
Moonrise, moonrise
In St. Augustine
Moonrise, Moonrise
Why is the octopus laughing ?
Octopus, Oh octopus
Is not a ghost or a machine
She is not girl with broken knees
Who sits in the bellower
If you discover what she is
Ill destroy all the evidence
I want her to be just like this
Ill give my blood for inky arms
Oh octopus Oh octopus
This is the only place for us
Under the great St. Augustine
Where traffic goes like fishes dream
Dark Blue is the colour of your flesh
And rose the colour of your scars
White is the colour of
Monumental rising
4
(After watching Takosky’s : The Mirror)
The woman sits in the ice palace
Here eye like black glaciers
She will sit there for eternities by the mirror
What does she see in the mirror ?
An animal mind wasted by cruelties
Wasted the platitudes of men
Wasted by communism and capitalism too
Wasted all busy industrial minds
And gloomy priest of 5 year plans
Children with suitcases and straw dolls
Whose heads have been shaved and tattooed
Who wait to take the long black train to Poland
Now there are shrieks of animals,
Torrential black rain
A thousand little beasts crushed by the wheels of progress
Now the barn is burning
The whole of life gone to seed
Vegetation rank, the stink of corpses
And whole populations gone mad and carrying little red books
Human heads with such ugly desires
And benevolent masks
It is now spring and the ice palace has melted
She sits on fence perched like a bird
A man comes walking across a field
Who is this man ?
Is he Beelzebub or St.Francis
Or is he just a laughing man.
Why are you sad ? He says
The ice palace has melted
And the pandemonium of spring is here.
5
In the chocolaterie on Isle St. Louis
it’s raining hairpins
It ’s raining teeth
It’s raining abracadabra
Its raining voodoo curses
Its raining camels
It’s raining chords
So what more do you want ?
Woman gone
gone stark raving mad
in the choclaterie on
isle St. Louis
6
Flowing world
Without object
Without thirst
Without conflict
World that beats a slow drum
The sun drum
The rain drum
The Ingenious drum
Has no passion
It is slow
A deep dark river
Underneath all passion
Knows its direction
It is born of fecund silence
Is born of seed and not machine
Is born of inspiration not manipulation
It doesn’t need us
It doesn’t want us
The dark silence
That comes after the cessation
That comes after the lovemaking
That comes after talking heads
beat each other to death with
hammers
grace
7
Where has he gone the great Gaul What and why and how does he carry
this flat earth without enchantment this neo rational brain tumour
academy post modern defecation octopus theory Eating and Talking
Eating and Talking and bone cynical hysteric with logic he sniffs
truffles his liver suffers and drives himself the most programmed
individualist serving flat earth worshipper denier of enchantment sick
to death of himself and the the boeuf and the fatigue of talking
talking talking in a giant a blue flowerpot mode demoded economy foot
and bulot (work) cynical and brutal never sentimental Human par
excellence isolated and alone in a kingdom of fromages
What happened to the great human Gaul with his grape and his flower
and his savage truthfulness and his radical epic human republic . . .
What happened to him ?
8
Just as there vast space
In a nutshell
And claustrophobia on an open field
The mind closed down in the immense sky
The mind opened in the crowed metro car
There is inspiration everywhere
Except in heaven
where sexless nuns and angels
go up and down elevators for eternity
9
The human computer
Sitting in a computer ocean
The many tentacle octopus
Spreads its black hands
Into the night
So many dark muffled cries
So many so many humans
Perverse, blind, reaching out to
The ideal body of a ghost
In an undersea garden
They send their messages
In little bottles
Through the needle of the night
It is because we have forgot
Now the whole corpus
the damaged human can be seen smashed
In cold computer eye
Leonardo Da Vincis chamber
Where he picks at corpses
And makes vast blue prints
Of the animal human
The body, the airplane,
The brain, sliced in little pieces
And put under the microscope
Man seeking woman seeking orgasm
Seeking pillow talk
Seeking forgetfulness
Seeking a opium humm and a blue light
Seeking eternity, seeking the end of itself
Reproduced, mirrored, spliced,
Mirror of desire
10
Nadjas fountian
the convulsive
the blushing
the inadvertent
the water fountain
as Nadja saw it
it seems to be watching us she said
Stripped of everything
she went to the asylum
as tender life stripped from the roots
donkey headed men
who can only prescribe
judge and condemn
crucify and worship
there are only a few now
who can see the fountains eyes
who can hear the fountains sermons
11
Put your signature
On my spine
Like this
12
The butterfly is neither a machine
Nor a spirit
I don’t know what it is
I only know what it is not
A butterfly is not a god
Trapped in a mechanism
She is not a ballerina
Who has broken her knees
She is not a drooling dog
Waiting for a piece of dry meet
A butterfly is not a winter day in Paris
A butterfly is not a midnight hallucination
It is not a pin on the knee sock
Of a catholic school girl
Don’t ask me what is that
If you find the answer
I will destroy the evidence.
13
A smile is the last piece of evidence
That you have only been dreaming
Of being trampled by
night horses
14
As the night sweats
the blood of 10 000 trains
And all the engines of the world
roar towards their extinction
And the moon pounds its bloody hammer
Into the flesh of the wheat
Who am I ?
The sweeper, the sickle, the moon keeper
The dog barking with empty loins
The traffic roars in the throngs
And Paris is a mausoleum
to bury the poet.
Who am I ? Grey toothed aching happiness.
My pen fallen to the floor in exhaustion
My penis filled with ink
A penniless gutter song
It sounds so sweet
With my head planted in the ground and my feet in the air.
What is this ?
15
There is no you
No me
Only us
16
Winter sky
Suburb train
Dream trees
I am only tourist
I look into the eyes of my wife
Who is a stranger
I am only a tourist
on this street of
infinite heartbreaks
17
What stings and scars
and deformations a man will endure
For a little bit of honey
18
Grey, lovely Paris grey
Grey, the mother of all colours
Paris is the mother of all cities
New York can never be painted (only in parts)
Rome can never be painted (only in parts)
As London, etc.
Because Paris is a woman
She is whole
She has wide hips and a wide belly
She has long arms and feet
The breast of Montmartre
The crotch of the Arc de Triumph
The leg stockings of Tour Eiffel -
She gives birth to chimeras
She gives birth to hallucination
She gives birth to apocalyptic rains
And every kind of rank desire
And I am a flaneur strolling down
The grey pink dawn
Madly inspired in her wide open thighs
19
The Bridge of Signs(song)
Take me walking
On the bridge of sighs
Where long pale bodies
Climb the milky walls
Where the river has stopped
and we hang in a swoon
and our hearts have stopped
under the immaculate moon
Oh take me walking
The stones cry out
There is no shadow
Of a doubt
That you are here
Pale rider
That you are here
That you are here
Home, home, what is my home
I have none, I have none
Home home home, what is my true home
I will always be with you
I will always be with you
Walking right beside you
Oh take me waking
Sister of charms
The water fountain
Has many tongues
What it is saying
Few can hear
The fountains sermons
The whispering trees
Oh take me walking
In the evening
Don’t say a world
Don’t say a word
Now you are here
Dark eyed woman
You will be gone
You will be gone
20
Paintbrush
soft and curious
cuts to the heart
Paintbrush
Do not speak
Cut me again
21
The dreadful
human
way we say
I love
I wish
mistaking flea for planet
point of light for star
a chemical for a body
a thought for a God
the boat, the skin, and the drum
everything abandoned
on the last day
what will remain ?
an image projected on a skeleton
memory
achievements
not as remarkable
as ability to forget
the train will
arrive in two minute
you have a dream that lasts thousand years
the human
who invented the number zero
and all the other numbers
Why is he so fragile
Why must he die ?
23 What is this human (song)
What is this human ?
What is this human
Tree or monkey
Who worships the other
What forgets himself always
In so many positions
They cling to each other
In between stations
Mistaken, mistaken
A shadow on the mountain
A wind in the valley
Afraid of the echo
And the feeling of nothing
What is this human
What is this human
And why must he die ?
Filling his cup
With statistics and moonshine
Drooling at stars
Decomposing
What is this human
Who hangs by his teeth
Between heaven and hell
Between false positions
Where is going
What is he owning
What does he possess
But his imagination
What is this human ?
What is this human ?
Why must he die ?
Why must he die ?
24
The young girl with pigtails was dancing with the old drunk to the
sound of an Ukrainian Street Band Bastille Station on busy Saturday
pandemonium and then She ran down the tunnel like colourful bird
leaving my heart hanging on a plate in the air and I know that she is
going to a place where the rusty knife is sleeping (And I know because
of her everything is redeemed)
25
This scarred broken painted crucifix piece of molasses colour monogamy that I dragged to all four corners of a karaoke planet is dead and in this guitar lie the souls of three women
The first woman taught me to be disillusioned and with a simple kiss threw me down a flight of stairs into a snow bank where I looked at the moon of which I could never swallow for my throat was as thin as a pin
The second woman taught me impotence even as she offered me every
pleasure I refused them all and weeping on the iron banister I took to
the road to plunder to blind to understand the gift that was given me
The third woman taught me treason and even though she gave me the
child of love she flew from me and I was left bereft a piece of wood
twisted and splintered beyond repair my throat filled with gravel I
sang
Dissolution, impotence and treason
these are the three muses
And the spirits in this piece of wood
These are my inspiration
There the gifts bestowed upon me
They my hope, my light, my road
My women of song
26
Joan of Arc
City of eyes
City of bandages
City of Lazarus
City of beheadings
This war of the bedroom
This war of the salon
This state makes war
A war for pleasure
The traffic goes
Over your bones
The traffic goes
Over your bones
There is nowhere to go
Anywhere in the world
There is nowhere to go
Anywhere in the world
Only swim with the fishes
Swim with humans
Swim just swim
In this human city
There is nothing to fear
Anywhere in the world
There is only one person
Anywhere in the world
This nervous angel
This nervous angel
This nervous angel
27
I met a strange woman (song)
I met a strange woman
in a snow country
When the world was nude
and stripped of fruit
She moved in her carriage
Over a barren landscape
In a naked world
Without borders
I met a strange woman
There is no need to explain
The wheels are burning
The truth is the same
Nadja, Nadja, sleeping in the padded walls
All the dreamers are locked up
Asylums of stone
But the doctor don’t know
Just what the fountain is saying
I met a strange woman
I don’t know if I was dreaming
But time had been conquered
Of all thought and meaning
For there is fire in the snowflake
And the strange woman
Although she is speaks not
Has heat in her silence
I met a strange woman
With tongues in her pale eyes
And in her barren womb
She carried a child
28
This is my resistance
To the great ALL
To the great EVERYTHING
A resistance to words
An assassination of words
Towards astonishment and silence
To Those who mistake there thumbs for music
Their theories for moonshine
Their priestly approximations and eloquent stuttering
For eternity
The medicine :
Pure Russian Vodka
Pure Night
Pure violence of the world
29
human city(song)
what have you learned
wandering through ghostly northern cities
in your snow carriage
scenes of winter and pale men
what have you learned
in your blistering southern cities
in your sun carriage
will you fall down to the valley
this is the city
you made with your own eyes
where the stars must fall
where do you flee to
in your snow carriage
in your sun carriage
can you flee from this city
this is your typhoon
city of New Orleans
you sold for a diamond ring
your midnight frenzy
this is the city
30
Tonight silver machines of the moonlight
Grind Teeth against bones and sinew
Teeth filled watches
Teeth with haircuts
Teeth filled with encyclopaedias
Teeth filled with ambitions
With teeth filled with sperm and saliva and blood
This body will not survive
Invisible teeth
This mind will not survive
Its visions
This day will not survive
The jawbone of night
Until it is obliterated
Then the raft, the body, the dream
Will dream itself
It will flow to its invisible source
And all those hurt by love
And in the digestive system
Of the sea beast
With no recourse to action
Will return to dreaming
And return to the cell, the atom
And before the atom even
Will return to
this true love
31
in the naked ceremony
you are touched and horrified
in the same moment
you feel an chill and an ecstasy
you feel orgasm and beheading
simultaneously
are bewildered by
what you cannot fathom
angels are beastly
beasts are sympathetic
nothing is quite what it seems
because the moment changes
infinitely in a blink
time will make
this sentimental opera weary
the powder faces will melt and bend
the workers anthems
will sound shrill and harsh
for nothing can be captured by formula or ideal
in the naked ceremony
we become stranger and further away
we bend and bleed
we make the strangest music
under a blue sun
and field of glass
in the naked ceremony
32
An eccentric lady comes out of the foliage
With her hair in pyramids
Speaking an occult language
Babbling horoscopes
Fatalistic moons and planets
The twin, the virgin and the two headed dog
Siamese twins, Caught in perpetual argument
Dreaming of seamonsters Under silk bed sheet
As Africans dust their glass slippers
And wean their children
Still the ghost of slavery ships
Hang in the windows
Life is suspended, caught in a crystal ball
Hearts sour and fermented
Words and deeds automatic
Life a sigh, a moan, a complaint
The privileged with their shrivelled heads
Have forgotten their feet, their genitals
Have build walls everywhere
Where gorgeous weeds wait
For their revenge
33
Brother, Sister
When things are hard
and you are sleeping in broken glass
breathing out your eyeballs
setting fire to prostate limbs
just to keep warm
under the pont de soupirs
For when things are hard brother, sister
And every flower has been beheaded
and like cliché postcard of Paris
you have been torn
abandoned
You have not been abandoned
You are only dreaming of being trampled
By night horses
Brother, sister
Remember
The sky
34
Don’t trust the things that shine (song)
My love don’t trust the things that shine
Or the riverboats gypsy eyes
They will break you
They will make you a slave
My love don’t trust the things that shine
My love don’t trust fashionable friends
In their jealous kitchen
They will try to
Crucify you
Don’t trust fashionable friends
Strong winds and hard weather
And broken tiles are so much better
Than all of the other treasures
You will find
Don’t trust the things that shine
My love don’t trust the elegant buffoon
He will leave you on a barren moon
Don’t give yourself to anybody too soon
My love don’t trust the elegant buffoon
Be wild be virgin be rare
Always keep your head in the air
Don’t look ford someone, and he will come running
Be wild be virgin be rare
35
Man/woman who is everywhere in
rupture, routine and riot
Not because of bread
but the conspiracy against sleep
We should riot in the street
Give us the right to sleep !
Why must we drag our rotten corpses
To work for what money God.
Sleepers of the world unite !
The siesta is your true birthright.
But man thinks only of industry
he dreams a charnel sun
a stadium of spineless dolls
a river of beheading
He dreams a pillow sleep, a soft tranquillised river
the sleep of the defeat at the end of a day of emptiness
Ingenious industrialist
now that you have bought ever corner of the earth
Do you still possess the greatest gift given to man :
The sleep of vivid dreams
36
Dont chase away the green grasshopper
That comes in at night
- don’t drown it in honey
Because of her green coat
and green eyes
She is my beautiful friend
They say every friend has the seed of an enemy
every enemy the seed of a friend
Why choose ?
Or who does the choosing ?
If this is not an accident
Or a mistake that you came here
Please give me proof.
Because of the wind,
Trees bend and
the blue moon is more bright
37
The night my grandfather passed away
I had a dream
That child came out of his cancer
And happily flew away
He was so free, he was so light
No longer did he carry around
This heavy mass
And heavy brain
No longer did he complain
About the filth and fornication
Of The children of Aquarius
Who were all gone to bed
No longer was he marooned
In a England of sighs
In an England of seems
Or did his voice warble after a second whiskey
I remember him
By the pine trees and a lake in Canada
Smiling like a child
Eating his boiled egg
38
Trying to trap the autumn wind in its forceps
Eating sour leaves of a tree like a donkey
Walking blindfolded with the kitchen knife
The liberated man
The liberated woman
39
I walked in the golden sunshine
And saw 100 pigeons
Descend on some stale bread
I wondered
How can I love it
How can I love . . .
Economics
Aren’t we just like that
With our desperate pigeons minds
We descend on a dollar bill
Is this not the valley of death
And am I not a stranger here in every way,
The only thing I feel in common is a husk.
Oh happiness !
What have we given up for our comforts
Beside the skyscraper
A mountain of thumbs
Thumbs erasing themselves with words
Thumbs erasing blotting out what
Was a child who jumped when he saw the ocean
The Thumbs don’t jump anymore
They look only down at
The oblong shadows
Erased
40
Her feet hang off the ground
When every other feet touch the floor
Her eyes are wide and luminous
When ever other is looking sidereal
The young girl with the red shoes
In a halo of innocence
Whose feet don’t yet touch
The false floor
The moving shifting floor
The floor that seems so absolutely hard
In a metro car going south
In a sublunary hole
She stands on something more solid than the floor
The air, space, dream
She is standing on the turtle
That holds the ocean
She is standing on something
more solid than this world
41
Because the snake knew I loved her
She let her self die
At the moment of her death
she transformed into a bird
I watched her fly away
Towards a blue that cannot be described
42
Where is the oasis
in this dark house of flaming stars ?
43
We are slaves
Rowing our slave ship
for the unknown master
We are the slaves
making our colourful dance
brotherhood of dispossessed
in a mental Amazon
a humid jungle of the heart
the slave makes his music of war
his beauty forged in blood
because despite everything
despite war, he says yes
this must be overcome
the mean, the mass, the many
The eternal drugstore, the plasma headache
The slave
Now rows the boat
How his bright white teeth shine
Like a king
45
Blue flowers grow from the stony crown
Of a beheaded aristocrat
And how sad that nobody every gave him
A real pearl.
46
If you could only grow fins, grow nails
grow organs, fall down to earth
If you could ascend, throw away you
mad contraption of feathers and glue
If you could only give up technique, pull out counterfeit wings
banish foolish hymn to beauty
I look at you’re the light in your eyes
That shines directly from your heat
For your body
Is a wasted thing
torn apart by time
And your words are growing static
Having been over refined, brittle
They easily snap
But there is still a spark in you
47
The Bastille prison is open
The many tongued harping
collective orchestra of velvet peach
Peace, Peace, Peace in a crowd
The peace of noise, the peace of din, the peace
Of a flying crepe static
Liberty : blue flames in the heart
Fraternity : red flames in the brain
Equality money love monkey love
White underwear of freedom halleluja
The prison of stone has fallen
The prison of static remains
The walls have come down
The wall of noise has come up
The nervous angel music
Creeps through the fog
With a million faces
Prison of Metaphor
Tombs of ideas
The subtle gas of the crowd
Nothing is felt but pleasure
Pleasure of beheading
In this packaged vacation
Prison with golden wings
Only one yellow flame
On the tongue of a liberty girl
Tastes the sky
Arc De Truimph
Melancholy rain
Victor Hugo’s ink
The bleeding eardrum
Of the Arc de Triumph
The bourgeoisie salon
A dimension of static
The biography of a mute
The drooling furniture
The colours of riot
Do-DO birds in their jewels
Concoction of truffles and pig-shit
Feast of eardrums
Giant blue genitals
Veins of traffic
Crooner going mad in the courtyard
Restructured Limb, by limb
Surgery beast
Hedonist of love
Larger than Napoleon, larger than Caesar
Larger than anything yet conceived
Looms up in the sky
On the sidewalks and in the stones
With blood on shadows
The Arc, the Arc
Monumental Ape
50
Edgar Munch
Where ice and fire meet
Where the child scrapes
The womb of the sky
Just so that he knows
Even when coughing blood
That death is blue and not black
To express the inexpressible
Using every medium but privileging none
Breaking down the hierarchy oppressive angels
He scratches and mains and murders the canvas
As every face looks away
As every monster leans into the tall shadows
As she walks by her face of concrete
The love that was once indistinguishable from forests and fjords and red skies
Now dripping with blood
What then is courage
Perseverance against every irony and insult
To stay in ice to stay in fire, not to be swayed by anything
To remain humourless as an icefield
And to never fill the landscape with false music
This pure and awful genius
This love denied
This love that endures
This love that smashes
In the jealous afternoon teaparty
This love of mystery
This beauty of eternal imbalance
The eye, the cold eye, the eye so cold
It makes a blue flame
The beauty so penetrating
It seems ugly and misshapen
But was undeniable expression of
The faceless avalanche
The mouthless kiss
What is truth, for one who has been denied
Death is blue
51
There is a need
to fill the throat with a word
the icy universe with a star
before this raft, this arc, this body
Is taken away
52
What is this
this temporary dwelling place
a hermit crabs kingdom
it is so sad here
there are so many tears in separation
but sympathy grows
the ocean with
all of those creatures
that have still not learned to walk
I swim through the city lights
my feet don’t touch solid earth
a pavement that moves under me
temporary
so many clowns in sea weed
won’t disturb the silence presence
a blade of grass contains
power of pregnancy
time violently and slowly
breaks through the human edifice
53
The floor is darker now
The door is half open
The tea is a bit cold
The girl with the green pants is laughing
The walls are scratching their heads
Who is this shadow ?
This shadow of a performance
This street that is empty of laughter
Where children of spring
Come out to play.
It is spring but where is your laughter
Lost in encyclopaedias
Lost in soap bubble dreams
Your pants are green
But where is your head
Somewhere floating with the sea weed
Time is so many minutes and seconds
And space is so many miles of dark highway
And all words are approximations of eternity
The lamp on the table
Soft light of the evening
Baby wakes from a dream of blurred shapes
Her world, this world
Just seems, seems, seems
To happen
How did we get so caught
What God put a hook
In our throat
54 La Vase Croque
Broken vase
Moon comes naked and white
Shines through
She cannot be obscured
She is populated by none
She blissfully penetrates all directions
So cool and white
She shines without the scars of thought
On this broken vase body
Flowers burst and seeds burst open
The sun aches, all of nature waits for
The cool sleep of the moon
She ties us softly to the sea
she smashes our explanation
The moon
The invisible seed
A wordless dream
Queen of a slumbering planet
She wakes in me no other longing
But to be with her in this moment
*song 55
This is my fragile offering
The birds chained to my breast
My heart it overflowing now
As winds blow from the west
No women and no country
Could ever be my home
For I am of ancient tribe
The sign of scorpion
I woke up by the winter dawn
Was Swollen and deformed
With broken teeth and blinded eyes
And a women at the door
Asleep under the hornet nest
I called the jelous queen
oh jelous queen what have I dont
and she replied
Sleepy man oh sleepy man
I will crush you with
My two hands my two hands
Dark clouds over cornfields now
The rain it is so sweet
This is my song of freedom chains
That I lay at your feet
The river dances onwards
No image in a stone
Everything is just like this
A kiss and then your gone
56
Paris is a woman (song)
Paris is a woman
In the evening hours
With her breast a monument
Her stockings at tower
By the dirty river
Where the Africans come
And beat there drum under the bridge
Cause Paris is a woman
Paris is a woman
Unreasonable and cruel
An eternal argument
A winter of fools
Dreaming in her feather bed
As traffic runs over her head
Soft as the clouds
She waits to be woken
Paris is a woman
That is coming undone
Her purity is stained
In the obscure winter sun
In the chimeras and shadows
In the quartertones
Dark as midnight
Will leave you cold and alone
Paris is a woman
There is no explanation
There no reason
For this spring blossom
There is no way to find her
And no way to flee
Her perfect logic
Cause Paris is a woman
57 Ecole des beaux Arts
The surgeon artists take out their axes
The bull in bronze sits in the corner
Radical eggs with no hair or teeth
Hack apart Picassos bull
Negatives
The photo of an egg
Fleshless bodiless planet
A orgy without dimension
A thing that eats itself
A self eating creature
Each window a different face
each face a different longing
each longing a different colour
Pale rose is the colour of embodiment
Blue is the colour of deep melancholy
White is the colour of vanishing
With these colours you reconstruct the night
With our eyeball lenses smash the mirror
Give flesh its primary raison
58
Ornamental solfège
fall, lisping like school teacher
in dark Canal St. Martin
So peaceful and blue the night
it is not stars in the sky
but traces of light in the body
Ghost of jazzmen homeless now
bleeding music phantom life
haunt the tone deaf republic
Now the quarter tone
and music, bled white
takes on its true colour deep blue and solar black
Bone flute
Blood accordion
Skin drum
In this deep revolution
you need to be blind and dumb
to hear this music
born in Phoenix ashes
61
Rue Geoffery Asner
Human city of wounded pride
slowly builds itself in its sleep
each brick of pink flesh
Who will complete this human monument ?
monument of ideas
fabricated from fear
No Iambs trochees
just the clumsy construction
of thoughts
Pink buildings
because they are dilapidated
they are beautiful
Human city is a grotesque sunflowers
straining its long green neck
towards the sun
Human pollution is just a thin rain
human construction just a partial thing
zeros and minus signs against palate of stars
This dark age with its quarter tones
this gutter song
a breakdown of noise
In her clumsy hand
so many green sunflowers
in the fog
62
Versailles
Cold hands of the Toad King
still bend the sidewalk
shadows sit on benches
The frozen geometry
the golden gods
sit naked and freezing in the garden of the Queen
in this enormous ghastly landscape of power
Power of accumulation
power of slaves
power of a counterfeit sun
that shines without warmth
only heat
Heat of slave limbs
heat of hidden dungeons
blood that is in each paving stone
What is this medusa
who in her polar rigidity
inspires pandemonium in each microbe
One toad who build a palace
for his hysterical queen
63
Neuilly Sur Seine
millionaires weeping golden tears
sipping golden tea
under a giant clock
they are breasts fed on money
dragging a golden bird
each crumb paid in flesh
Why are they so heavy and sad
accumulating of trinkets that are not worth a rats ass
when they get to the other shore
64
Damm you damm you stingy petty accountants of the world counting all
your pennies in Hell damm you all and your little bank accounts and
your rotting livers and shrinking hearts and porcelain gods and your
waxed moustaches and your demented irony and your shrieking laughter
and your blue haired mother and you manicured lap dog and Damm all
those tiny stingy pin throated bitches and witches and cows and dog
faced lunatics with your trinkets damm you to hell for not letting a
child even pee in your dirty hole without a golden penny you long
faced and righteous lawmakers and bureaucrats and fashion hounds and
little bourgeois salon of god where even the furniture complains and
you can take your "sous" and put them in the cunt empty and barren of
all generosity
65
Gare de Lyon
This concrete is also
A kind of vegetation
A queer curiosity
Just as the noise
Of so many hammers
Is a silence
Where the brain stops
Stops on the way
To the clock tower
That is guarded by
Nude titans
Stone beasts
Divine lawmakers
Below the tower
Human insects
Rush helter-skelter
With suitcases of algebra
The wind of empty thought
Towards a void
A hole
The traffic stops
The lion roars
66 Fulfillment
Young Marcel Proust
On the Champs-Elysées with his attendant
saw Young Bernadetta for the first time
This image
was the beginning of desire
and the war of the worlds
Precious pastoral image
the birth of longing
blooming flowers in the sky
Zeppelins planes, trench gas, iron lungs
Unfulfilled oedipal love
The seed that fell unnoticed
Now this avenue
Is a lunatics haven
An anorexic paradise
It is the dry sound of money
The gasmask fashion
The trinkets for trench warfare
The diabolical price of shoelaces
blinding money god
dizzying massive charnel wheel
As Marcel watched the bomber planes fly over
He thought the beauty, the beauty
Not loss, but fulfilment
Is hell on earth
67
Here I lie there on my own grave
with my eyes painted red
fog in every corner of the world
deep earth silence of worms
night of wrathful trees
and dark rain
this is my heaven
heaven of a grey fox
sleeping on the entrails of a beached whale
What you call good or bad
Is nothing
To me
68
How wonderful it is to be alone
completely alone
without you
To hear the space roar
and the sound of birth
cutting the night
How wonderful it is
to have too much oxogen
too much cold space
How wonderful
a body clothed in itself
and not in the other
If we happened to be together
how wonderful it would be to ignore you
to not even know you were in the room
To make no demands with eyes and tongues
to have soft genitals
and to not speak
If we happened to touch
only to forget each other
only to be utterly and wonderfully alone
How wonderful to be
totally inhumanly without this language
of want and need
69
See how the water and the stone
Touch and yet are distinct
come together and dissolve
So many times in a life
Stone, water
Wind, trees
Friendship has no tongues
It is too fine a thing
For definitions
70
Rue Des Martyres
Stupid theoretical birds
Caught like webs in their abstractions
Stupid martyrs who died for an abstraction
What oceans
have you lost
Building your warlike sandcastles ?
Throw your hands in the air
Breath for no other reason
Than this
You were once a fish with gills
now you are a man
With great laughing lungs
Beauty is right here
her stocking torn
The spring wind aching with sex
The beauty of a child
who jumps
at the sight of coloured ball
71
I ask myself
What will make me laugh
At this moment ?
Every moment
I don’t laugh
I am being
Eaten
72
While politikers rave
While public mocks
While institutions confound
Bright fishes swim
Under the concrete
When your brain
Starts to melt
The tropical fish will come
Creatures of finer and more inticrate order
that our own
Happy, autonomous
absolutely perfect, supremely wonderful
The swim past these dull creatures
of metal and flesh
*73
The riptides smash solid earth
The riptides of dreams
The come in sleep
Long white fingers
Seeking pleasure
They grab the soft throat
Of a child
What can we do
to protect
our children
frorm the truth ?
74
Neuilly Sur Seine
Spring
a green wind
that blows high in the leaves
Humans insect like
float in the air
What are they anyway
beside these Noble Trees
and their strong roots
Luxurious street
of sorrowful perfumes
skinny girl
playing with a red ball
When we stop
Hating each other ?
When will we stop
Hating each other ?
75
The Olympics
Olympus town of
plastic gods
useless
Gods laugh that laugh with out mirth
manic perfection
poetry too eloquent
I prefer this place of hard weather
hail eclipse and riptide
terrifying pure
I prefer vast barrens
deep melody,
bone music
I prefer the grey wolf
shadow among shadows
In the ruins of Olympia
Look, Look !
at these ruins
Look, look,
Look look ! : at your city is in ruins
What do northern winds care for
Capricious Gods
76
The baby sits smiling.
Point !
Clap !
Bow !
What !
What !
What !
What is the use of seedy Icons !
What the hell is the use of your complicated religion ?
Why do we sit here makes replicas ?
Tall Grass grows
Perfectly strait
Under a full moon
77
What is this human ?
What is this human
Tree or monkey
Who worships the other
What forgets himself always
In so many positions
They cling to each other
In between stations
Mistaken, mistaken
A shadow on the mountain
A wind in the valley
Afraid of the echo
And the feeling of nothing
What is this human
What is this human
And why must he die ?
Filling his cup
With statistics and moonshine
Drooling at stars
Decomposing
What is this human
Who hangs by his teeth
Between heaven and hell
Between false positions
Where is going
What is he owning
What does he possess
But his imagination
What is this human
What is this human
78
Don’t trust the things that shine
My love don’t trust the things that shine
Or the riverboats gypsy eyes
They will break you
They will make you a slave
My love don’t trust the things that shine
My love don’t trust fashionable friends
In their jealous kitchen
They will try to
Crucify you
Don’t trust fashionable friends
Strong winds and hard weather
And broken tiles are so much better
Than all of the other treasures
You will find
Don’t trust the things that shine
My love don’t trust the elegant buffoon
He will leave you on a barren moon
Don’t give yourself to anybody too soon
My love don’t trust the elegant buffoon
Be wild be virgin be rare
Always keep your head in the air
Don’t look ford someone, and he will come running
Be wild be virgin be rare
79
That she forgets
Therein lies her strength
That I remember
There in lies my conundrum
Woman is not a stone
around my neck
Woman cannot be accessed
by my poverty of need
Only when I am richly adorned
Will she come
And unburden me
Only when the sky the air the trees
Applaud me
And when I have no need for her
Will she come
80
Man or fish
garbage or flower
wisdom or smoke
What is this vast contradiction of
multiplying forms
multiplying life
flood of appearances
are any of them not a dream ?
humans are confused appearances
in a vast city
breathing through gills
81
Not here !
Not here !
Not yet
Not yet
almost perfect
almost real
When
When
When ?
82
master
no trace
but still here
the trees
twilight
evening belly of cloud
perfect summer
a heatwave
red balloon
a million summer seeds
sterile truth
dance again
under dragon moon
so full yet
shape changing
indescribable
dragon moon
clear overflowing river
soundless tasteless
luminous and blissful
dragon afternoon
city of gandharvas
appears suddenly
83
deep France
train wheel sparks
amber ponies
mysterious orchards
Venus hills
Dolmen stones
conflicted heads
routines of static
gone
red earth
a cut in the hills
benign death of giants
You don’t remember but once we were giants
I gave you a handful of red earth
And you said yes yes yes
And I fell down into a forest that was burning
But now its raining chords
finally
84
The market stalls
smell of wax and blood
hint of ancient sacrifice
every hand every eye
grasping for food
pigeon life
The eyeballs of slaughtered calf
still frightened of the blade
please let me live just let me live
a child carries a red balloon
candles of five pointed stars
a watermelon
pretty Algerian girl
flower of dark flesh
If only you truly existed
85
Who lives here beside the gym the mall the stadium
Where they go for muscle meat and pleasure
In this cosmic pharmacy
Where all the birds and stones
Are too sad to vibrate
Even though no one lives here
I will take big strides
I will be the last human
How, how can I abandon you now
86
Brother if you cannot feel
the ground under your feet
remember the sky
Sister if you can feel
a man beside you
remember the trees are strong
the trees are all
Human if you cant feel
the river calls
for all of those humans
who are animals
in their dream
The sky the sky is always clear
The sky the sky is always clear
In spite of us
In spite of us
87
prayer
lord of water
lord of wind and fire
earth lord
gather here
without spite
without hesitation
without question
and unleash this majestic and terrible
correction
88
the glass filled with wine
that touched your lips
walk through the mirror
that cannot be broken
89
why should we be sad
a wind blew through us
now it is gone
what we needed has been exhausted
now it is gone
some birds are made for nests
but not I my love, not I
90
a woman’s voice cries out
in the fragmented darkness
’take heed’
the man wanders
on the abandoned railway
in the streetlamp fog
the corroridor goes on and one
the eyeball vibrates in its socket
on a wet pavement
too much electricity
too much whiskey and longing
too many train tracks
too many things
for a drunk eye
in building after building
square windows
cubic life
alas so much beauty
in desolation
10 000 seeds in the dead grass
empty wind
sounds like a sheet metal choir
91
What puppet master pulls these strings ?
who are these bees that dance in the retina ?
what is that shapeless shape in the dark window ?
Many many moons
many many words
I dance with my wooden legs
I sing with my iron lips
This display
cannot be
When will I understand ?
92
Poem for Han Shan
The ox remains the ox
the plough the plough
the pig and the dog
still wallow in dirt
and the chrysanthemums
and peach blossoms
still hang on
some forgotten tree
93
The crows where so black
The sky was so blue
Where you walked
The woman by the river
with her hands tied
watched her baby drown
Teacher : the way the river cuts stone
the steam that rises from the water
the sky drinks
Teacher : what swift current is this
what sails flash
what deep river runs
teacher : the crow scratching my eyeball
as the invalid of samsara
dreams he is in an oceans tombs
The crows were so black
The sky so blue
Where you walked
94
postcard notre dame
it was nice when you cut off your head and left it under the Pont de
Notre Dame and stopped you fucking bla bla bla and just kissed me
that was really nice the suggestion of sex the suggestion of eternity
the suggestion of happiness the suggestion better than the act the
gesture better than consummation the moment better than the
expectation
and then you put your head back on and started talking about this and
that woman and this and that man and i had to kiss you again because i
was getting really bored of being in a postcard of man woman on river
seine by Notre Dame the postcard of the kiss was one I will not tear
up and burn like all the rest
95
Montmartre breast
pale blue sky
mothers milk
the day divinely
opens her skirts
like mama
human skin
melts into blue
lost all weight
sky beings
sky temple
sky people
rising of blood
rising of sperm
rising of moon
rising rising
everything rising
up towards infinity
down below
a gentle fog
the fog of human transaction
the fog is gentle on Saturday
it gives us a repose
from our daily slaughter
it doesn’t matter
where we have been
everything is going up, up, up
it is the combination
of kiss and stone
against pale blue
divine revelations
that melt the faces
of disaster
96
Mummies
Wrapped in old cloth
we move
through tombs
Cherishing our wounds
bruising and battering the ones we love
scraping our faces off
Shadows we walk
in our mental darkness
which we prefer
Stubbornly resistant to love
except involuntary love
which escapes from us like a trauma
A geyser
our ancient blood curses
comes pounding on the door of our skull
In a drama, we can barely see
that our past is dead
and that we are only holding on to a ghost
Fascinated by the play of lights
we see the many fragments
but never see the whole
Thus we fall into such strange twilight worlds
thus we are fascinated with
shadows walls and windows
We perform our blood ritual
hyenas laughing
in front of powder faced queen
This is our life
Can you not see how shallow it is ?
Can you not see there is happiness right here and beyond ?
What a painful drama
Where there seems no release
From this orgy of eating and being eaten
Please take off your
ceremonial skin
and be naked as an atom
97 Animals
The cat will find a protective place
And sit under a tree
In silent communion
She is not asleep
But she is speaking her heart
to the beloved
The cat who watches
Does not see the drama
But only the traces of the drama
We are infinitely more ignorant
It seems we allow ourselves
To think that the movie is happening
Thus the animal knows how to play
How to contemplate
How to dream
How to feel affection
How to be bright
And how to die of broken heart
The savage kingdom
Is not as savage
As the human realm of mirrors
Our bondage to psyche
Our bondage to the mirror
Our bondage to 10 000 forms
We treat her
A the simply a plaything
Of the spoiled child
This animal, this animal
Did we forget
Our totem
Our instinct
To beauty
The subhuman
Is the one
Who mistreats
The animals
The animals
The animals
98
Mother, mother
You are on the other side
Of the border
Forever
Twice rejected
Once from the womb
Then from your
Protected house
Like every man
And all the lovers hereafter
Who I blamed failure
I am trying to forgive you
Father, father
When I grew dangerous
When I grew sex organs and pubis and muscles
When the furies came
Where were you ?
Lost in your own oedipal drama
Leaving me a piece dull meat on a cutting board.
macabre moon
tinsel sea
paper boats
beach littered sea monsters
this is my drama
this is my damp theatre
these are the 10 000 clowns
Must I always
love mother
murder father
am I this animal ?
99
It is only by disenchantment
And disobedience
And dyslexia
And love gone wrong
that we lean to read the weather
That we learn to play
And with gravel in our throats
We learn to sing
100
Sun-scar
The child comes into the sun
bright radiant boundless in spirit
he stares too long at the sun
and retreats to the shadows
limitation
the first sun scar
the child in the windy forest
finds a kingfisher by a lake
he watches it swallow a fish
he sees the eyeball terror
of the fish as it dies
mortality
the second sun scar
mother is on the other side of the border
mother has been taken by the dictator
mother no longer protect and give warmth
the sea monster opens her mouth countless flesh hungry teeth
fear
the third sunscar
the child leaves the palace
he sees a leper on the side of the road
’what are you’ says the child
I am a leper says the creature with burning eyes
I am a doomed creature
I live in dust and dirt and filth
I ache and hurt and burn all over and my skin is falling off
sickness
the fourth sunscar
the child grows
he sees a woman naked on the beach
he feels a hunger and a longing and desire
he feels himself grow hair like a monkey
he feels an erection coming on
he touches himself begins to rub against a tall while pillar
the seaman comes and all the unborn children fall the sand
as the woman smiles aloof, cruel, Egyptian
sex
the 5th sunscar
the child becomes and athlete
he loves to use his limbs and his body
he loves the fast beating of his heart against his ribs
he lives the fight and the chase
he loves to win
one day his legs turn to jelly
his bones crack
his blood congeals
his eyes get crooked
he looses the game
shame
the 6th sunscar
the child is now a boy
and the boy meets a pretty girl
she kisses him in the dark
they make virgin love in the hay
their minds are as blank as the sky
until the horses come
and the pretty girl runs away
with all the bright and lovely horses
loss
the 7ths sunscar
the boy becomes a man
and he meets a woman
then fall in blind love
the say words like always forever
they make a million promises
when their love has become a fat rich fruit
is falls from the tree
the man is left hung over the abyss
in an ocean of pain and anguish
the word love to him is worse than murder
betrayal
the 8th sunscar
he walks out of the hospital and he is in a seaside town
he sees the northern sky and the high cliffs
he sits on the high cliff
with all the sunscars
he thinks of jumping
but he doesn’t jump
a sailing ship drifts on the horizon
he has never seen anything so beautiful
the warmth that fills his heart
and then he starts to laugh
the sun has no scars
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