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there is a mouse in my house.


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good eyes

via katinkalinklove

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you found myself racing


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The Universe

Stephen Eichhorn

Tiger's Ear


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it feels like fall today

via Cahier de Travail Manuel de Louise Despont

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Spilling Over




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Estados Unidos debe ser un país lindo porque todas las canciones de amor que escucho en el taxi cuando voy a lugares están en inglés, y vienen de Estados Unidos.

Canciones de amor increíbles como de un planeta insondable.

todas las canciones de amor me gustan

todas las canciones de amor me gustan


-Cecilia Pavon

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But it passes like the summer
I'm a wild seed again
Let the wind carry me.


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The world had been created to comprehend itself

as matter: table, the torn
veils of spiders ... Even consciousness—
missing my love—

was matter, the metal box of a furnace.
As the obligated flame, so burned my life ...

What is the meaning of this suffering I asked
and the voice—not Christ but between us—
said you are the meaning.

No no, I replied, That
is the shape, what is the meaning.
You are the meaning, it said—


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Isn’t it always like this?
Something uncontrollable becomes the hero,
Taking off its dress, the ice plants
Sunburn from the center out
So we can see that their deaths

Of splendid rust and yellow are not ours,
We are allowed again the glare
Of the sand, the druid hills,
The grasses brushing the legs, though
Just to have felt it once would have been enough.





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My love, won't you talk to me?
Won't you lay with me?


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"It happens very often that a man has it in him, that a man does something, that he does it very often that he does many things, when he is a young man when he is an old man, when he is an older man. One of such of these kind of them had a little boy and this one, the little son wanted to make a collection of butterflies and beetles and it was all exciting to him and it was all arranged then and then the father said to the son you are certain this is not a cruel thing that you are wanting to be doing, killing things to make collections of them, and the son was very disturbed then and they talked about it together the two of them and more and more they talked about it then and then at last the boy was convinced it was a cruel thing and he said he would not do it and his father said the little boy was a noble boy to give up pleasure when it was a cruel one. The boy went to bed then and then the father when he got up in the early morning saw a wonderfully beautiful moth in the room and he caught him and he killed him and he pinned him and he woke up his son then and showed it to him and he said to him see what a good father I am to have caught and killed this one, the boy was all mixed up inside him and then he said he would go on with his collecting and that was all there was then of discussing and this is a little description of something that happened once and it is very interesting."


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Pina Bausch - Die Klage Der Kaiserin



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'Silently thou fliest upward in the morning.'



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touch my mouth with your hands.

wht's she talking about?



eros/thanatos, yin/yang, anima/animus, libido/destrudo,

the secret of the golden flower


the light side of the mountain is opposite to the light side of the river.


sun/moon



venus saturn and mars circling around each other's heads. look at the northern sky.





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tonight = treehouse excavation/un earth l ing i don't know where to begin it kind of hurts a little

books, turkey dinner, typewriter, wave, face! eat me.

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But I say that people all over the world are good.

People all over the world ain't bad.

But if they keep on chickenin' out,

They'll never get what they wish they had,

And that's affection.



it's, like, the same:

*was the world a dream or a dream the world?
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lima de carey

abro y cierro el cierre de mi bolsito manicure
y vuelve a llamar ella
reclamándome la lima de mango de carey.
jamás se la voy a dar
no por la lima
sino por la historia sentimental
por tantas lágrimas que hicieron
barro con el polvillo de mis uñas
apretando el carey, para evitar otra lágrima
y mirar fijamente la uña limada, para
no demostrarle que estoy llorando.
ella sabe.
por eso llama
y  la reclama.
ella quiere esa lima.
ella quiere mi lima.
ella quiere que yo deje de mirar su mango
de carey
ella quiere que la mire a ella
pero no la voy a mirar.

I copped a feel off the wall

Graffiti/Signs/Art found in Brooklyn, Queens, Pulaski bridge.

Story about a Brooklyn neighborhood I wandered into.


I am a child
and I'm not ready.



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ahora que estás pelona

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NYC: THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN FREE AND NECESSARY ACTS

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then let's keep dancing

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I came to this world in order to do something and I haven't done anything and the whole world is gonna end.

-E. Decorsey down by the river.


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My knees became water and when he told me not to cry because they would think that he was trying to hurt me I felt the ocean in my abdomen spill out from between my legs and both of us were drowned.

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'I'd like to have a pastry. We can have it on the go. Sure. Just let me get my wallet. I have zero dollars so we are even."


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Crossing the pink bridge under a blue sky the boy in the black and white said, "I'm going to be in a major motion picture."

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almost espasmo, the heat made it palpitate.

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"he had a thing for asphyxiation. he wanted to push my head under the snow but i wouldn't let him."

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I don't believe in the power of love. I don't believe in the wisdom of stone. I don't believe in a god or the mind.

and I'm not alone.


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"

There

where i put my hand.

There

where I close the door behind me.

There

where I unpack my bag.

There

where place incites me, chides me, invites me.

I breathe, smother, burst away."

-Nathalie Stephens in

Absence Where As

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felt like the girl in the river who wades from one bank to the other with a minnow in the hand slowly opening.

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Treehouse song
Just an impression of you next to me
And the terrible sound of the clapping of leaves
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thoughts of a young girl
by John Ashbery



“it is such a beautiful day I had to write you a letter
From the tower, and to show I’m not mad;
I only slipped on the cake of soap of the air
And drowned in the bathtub of the world."


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I CAN'T SLEEP

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spies.

more spies.


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all the love
all the love inside you
feels my stare
getting closer to you
on the shore
sing your love
to the stars
that are guiding me back to you


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today is yesterday

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when i was a very small child of
photosensative

celluloid

eyes,

I saw my head laughing
rolling on the ground



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Ce n'était qu'un rêve

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Now as a little girl you must've been magic

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I can't stand what you do I'm in love with your eyes

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you're trying to fool somebody but you wind up fooling yourself.






Someday we'll all fall down.



going to go jump in a great lake, burn sparklers, eat cake, set sailboats on fire with rainbow bombs and too much gin.

which actually sounds more like this: Now She's Gone by Felt (same name different band).


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Nothing, my lord.

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CORDELIA:

[Aside] What shall Cordelia do?
Love, and be silent.

Picking apples for the kings and queens of things I've never seen.



I wonder why we listen to poets when nobody gives a fuck.



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tindrummer

still the best one ever.



Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?



Wish you were here.


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pretty song

Everness


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naked

Sigurd Winge: Naked. Etching 1956

. “If I were just careless and began to have the conversations with myself

if I were a blank page of time

a page of time

that everyone around was folding

so everyone all around just kept folding

parts of me all around up

downs and ups and ups and downs

soft little rips
of visions of morning

WHICH MORNING?

ALL THE ENDLESS MORNINGS AND

ALL THE ENDLESS VISIONS OF THEM ALL

IN

C

utting delirium out

love is not even

little bits of shredded papers

WHO SAYS?

HE

SAID IT SO.

in any way and sleeping through that or the invitations to,

all strange men and woman having conversations

and having conversations

all kinds of conversations and all of them kind of

all of the conversations beginning to be had all

at once in swift ecstatic rotation

spinning and spinning and spinning

feet

flickering off feet flickering the fuck off for what seems an eternity for what is only three minutes really

until sinking to the knees.

the reason i called is to tell you about my dream I had a dream of you last night. Did you. Yes you were this old Indian guy standing on the back porch
and there was a pail of water there on the step with a drowned bird in it--
big yellow bird really huge you know
floating with its wings out and you leaned over and said, Come on now
get out of there--and you took it
by one wing and just flung it right up into the air WHOOSH it came alive
and then it was gone.

LOVE IS A FOG THAT BURNS WITH THE FIRST DAYLIGHT OF REALITY

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an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
but anyway i told the truth

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Charles Bukowski's definition of LOVE

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Don't sing love songs...

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cute one in the sun

Gullivera y O Palhaço

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O Palhaço

Gostava só de lixeiros crianças e árvores

Arras trava na rua por uma corda uma estrela suja.

Vinha pingando oceano!

Todo estragado de azul.

Gullivera

La mujer más alta de la ciudad es seria

y muestra una sonrisa perversa a deshoras

cuando ofrécete un bombón que otro regaló

cuando gravita las cosas al rededor

y dice ‘liliput yourself in your little place’

No sabe la mujer más alta de la ciudad

que la altitud puede ser un peligro

y que tienes ardiles para coger seres así

¿pero para que tú quieres capturarla

si puedes tenerla sin suelo solo aire?

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but enough is enough.

Cantiga para nao morrer (Ferreira Gullar)

Quando você for se embora,
moça branca como a neve,
me leve

Se acaso não possa
me carregar pela mão,
menina branca de neve,
me leve no coração

Se no coração não possa
por acaso me levar,
moça de sonho e de neve,
me leve no seu lembrar

E se aí também não possa,
por tanta coisa que leve
já viva em seu pensamento,
menina branca de neve,
me leve no esquecimento




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foto via this one here

the truth of the erotic event can only be found by those who abandon themselves to the risks of emotional intoxication.

-simone de beauvoir (more or less)

echoes in form

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it is what flows between us that is dangerous

and that, though beautiful,

has bombed the world.



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your mother and i want you to know

that love has taught us nothing

outside of its own terrific force

which though we have withstood it

has only

cracked us open

and made us spill

out.


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waits

son.

it is in the design of what i have called love

to not be able to be completed.

it is this incompleteness

that has brought about the spillage

and leftovers that for millions

of years perpetuated the world

and it is this selfsame

incompleteness

incontinence if you will

that will end it


waits


very shortly, son,


waits





shortly,

shortly now

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...
Ariana Reines



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I don't know no love songs,
and I can't sing the blues any more.
But I can sing this song,
and you can sing this song
when I'm gone.


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...where absent is present and now can include then without ceasing to be "now"



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this woman is amazing

Take Away Show #100 _ SOEMA MONTENEGRO (part 1) from vincent moon / temporary areas on Vimeo.

SLEEPWALKS

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ONE THOUSAND TEARS OF A TARANTULA


SLEEPWALKING THROUGH THE MEKONG

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"Women of Troy"

You were the green pastures of Ilium
You are the crumbling theaters of Troy

you can fall

take it to pieces

Yesterday I smoked the placid lake

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . s a i l bo ats cr as hing

. a ll their little swarmings

threw them more tomorrow

I woke

I went

I drank

I went

I kept walking

I reached


I told myself


I came

I thought of you,

¡Oh!

¡You!

/ desperate delirium gushing / / / / / / / / / / / /

Julia Kristeva quotes Mayakovsky on his experience of rhythmic rapture:

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“Rhythm: “I walk along wordlessly interrupt

trimmed poetic work

. . siren raining . .

sun

“there is tornado”

my dress my head

Half way through the garden

harder

I pulled some of the broken ones one after the other

desire

the dangers of living

o

wanting/looking

Us Tomorrow

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I AM THERE WHILE YOU CHOKE ON ME

Show me
To my
I meant
Your kinda chocolate