tertan (1999)
in memory of anachronisms past
(with three quotes)
to have come to do to find nothing but distance
profuse
and designated
rich mathematical anomalities
happen
moisterizing to prepare the skin
light-hearted laughter of authority
it comes in the form of shaving foam
light-hearted
its hypodermic paraphernalia
and marginal
the violation of ... or wholesome
now
instinct-infected angels
more once already
more than
by no more money for money
vernacular greek order
punctuated by the refreshing sight of aluminium scaffolding
a texan in love
now
that i didn't get those tasty antibiotics i wanted for christmas
number
by each colorful telephone sacrifice
my meaning, my genres
waiting for unnatural poses
short of interim
relevance in irrelevant
happy white lymph rises
my meaning, my world, my genres
side-loading little
changing still, longing might
to think of neither kin, nor gold, nor love, nor heaven
lovers
the voluntarily separated lovers,
two halves of what's no longer a pair,
form the democracy of mutual predators.
once they were love-obsessed, each others',
lived like lemmings in their lair,
the voluntarily separated lovers.
but they forsook the dictatorship of the obsession of lovers
for the supposedly more delicate air
of the democracy of mutual predators.
they thought their attachment was a curse
but they were only attached by the hair,
the voluntarily separated lovers.
they grow apart and drift apart and worse,
they welcome it as good and fair
to live in the democracy of mutual predators.
and unless perchance the inevitable occurs
nothing shall break the indreamt despair
of the democracy of mutual predators
of the voluntarily separated lovers.
domestic
books on the white sheet of my bed
and a knife as a bookmark
(black matte plastic handle)
the blanket exposing my bare arms, shoulders, and chest
is it raining outside?
i'm drawn to the tranquility of lists
long comperative lists of facts and figures and opinions
they eminate gentle and irresistable pheronomes
time gravitates at a placid pace
only punctuated by the casual rituals of meals
but for now i'm in my bed
and the white walls recede
perhaps
and i reach to touch them
then more lists to browse
more joys of cooking
and the dust of the road
chemical ways
then a warm wave
rolls
makes its move
licks your chest
the young couple reads on a couch in font of you unsuspecting
and a strong
sensual attraction drenches you with its dry heat
your mind strips away their clothing to bare lust
the shirt from his taut upper body
the pants and panties from her hips and thighs
you steal a few more of their innocent glances
better leave the room now
at other times
false memories of a relationship
the robust liminality is here to stay
didn't she send me on my way
but unwanted
emotions sneak back
while reason stammers
her dirty magnet wan't let go of my misplaced thoughts
fugue
day gets better than the next each
gets better than the next each day
better than the next each day gets
than the next each day gets better
the next each day gets better than
next each day gets better than the
each day gets better than the next
as if
i'm just the quiet type you know
adventure as substance
others gleefully ominous too
maybe a gardener
what's your deal?
box-wood,
pink church,
day pervert?
duty me, maybe a gardener!
NY, manhattan
polder? tarmac?
what am i standing on?
fleeting shrink-happy faces around me
they unregister on each others' retina
on their way to somewhere
in this jungle temple of work
i must have pressed the wrong button
and the museums are so big
enough to overwhelm
and the museums are so small
enough to be inconsequential
raving-rambling
pulsing enegy everywhere
yet curiously lacking vitality
only the occasional urban debris
and some back alleys augmenting the criminal calendar
beautiful erosion!
you've got work to do here
new chapters in an addictionary
conscript of fresh ditch
the clutch is stuck
no more
innocent-looking
tautologies
question
adamantly
the relevance
of rationality
lured by the prospects of inadequacy
pregnant with others' abstinence
no more
celestial
rigid & soft
a distemper not injurious to the soul
rosehip & tigerlily
so cursed with leisurely affliction
cohorts & miscreants
entertain defunct esteems
vinyl & maple
nothing in the vagina for two weeks
volcanic & tentative
echo of utmost residuality
zinc & oats
democracyland
blissful democracyland
you are so unfairly beset by numbers
experts' numbers,
the numbers of expedience,
numbers subject to proportions and imperatives
subject to the distribution of concerns and contracts
democracyland
your streets are paved with futility bills, designer marxists, and decorative sales assistants
to sell, pay for, and explain your worth
we are your citizens, democracyland, if only for tax purposes
we are enterprizing animals
and we are constantly subject to expedience
we eat to the beat
eat our greasy greyberries
and also nurture our Kalvin Clein ambitions on the same diet
can't be too particular
with so many of our nights filled with boring dreams
it's unbecoming in you, democracyland
meditative
creamy
white blood drips
taking its time
one
drop
then
two
three
more
like tears of a candle
my white blood flows free
hot and cold
cold fever
unsettling
thick nervous stripes quiver
confined by orange shame
lame limbs of the soul
space presses against you
recalcitrant triangle of cheekbones
dark eyes seek out the self-reserve in the corner
red red red
upper Fall
leisure rusts
in measured tones
palette of impressions
not pensive
the senses take a picnic
gender serves
sexuality
all dressed and codified
beige by the pond
open embrace
cavalcade
over flatly flaming floor
primary emotions wash over
thus the multiples
in clear fog
the whole runny spectrum
a toe a stocking a tie,
an embrace
to endorse
diagonal
such is the ocean
frozen race
and above it in the depth of air
sharp sunrays sail
still
and straight
thick here vibrations
diagonals carom
bright
betrayal
(for dr hulsenbeck)
all yellow
fat curves of bile
social double-chin tremors symbolic
pimps and pimples
auction and leukemia
city of new darkness
flooded in urine-yellow light
foreground: beggars
forehead: varicose
darger and wolfli hold hands in the ballroom
choral utopian
somewhat off,
rather structures,
quite serene,
most enigmatic.
somewhat faint,
rather rigid,
quite vibrant,
most committed.
grace, boredom, and lust
give me white marble crenellation for vantage point
for grace, boredom and lust to peer down below fom
in the sicilian sun
to peer down at the world
with curiosity?
with grace, boredom, and lust
to lean against a bonze statue of a beast
staining the white marble with its green oxides
the detail
among the olive-colored emptiness,
and the pair of mighty trees,
and the unworn yellow footpath between them,
and the rolling meadows sloping towards
the light surface of the lake,
and the rocky island in the distance,
and the towering cliffs of the opposite shore,
there is the tiniest detail,
the insignificant figure of a man walking
simple dishonesty
simple colors,
red blue yellow,
and so dishonest -
red-blue-yellow,
like man-woman
their cartoon faces set
on different directions,
only the speed
unsimplified
truth progression
one equals one
two equals one plus one
three equals one plus one plus one
four equals one plus one plus one plus one
five equals one plus one plus one plus one plus one
six equals one plus one plus one plus one plus one plus one
seven equals one plus one plus one plus one plus one plus one plus one
eight equals one plus one plus one plus one plus one plus one plus one plus one
ambiguity
imploring eyes
reflect and refine uneasines from the darkness of the room
the delicate imbalance invites desire
to recoil
like a slow pussycat
guarding unvigilantly a missing subject
behind the half-open silk gates
just as apt to purr at to leap forth
and scratch
vibration tank
thick is the air with the movement of speed
blue silver-brown sounds swirl in it like goldfish
bird-shaped
or growth-rate diagram
still-frame reverberations within
the aslant gaps of the shutters
wings and waves juxtapose on them
wrapped in the veins of gently swaying palmleaves
they shimmer in dense dance
gesture
porcelain
white gesture
or its concept
provoking in its heresy
dignified in its indifference
boring in its aloofness
it insinuates a sense of
gesture
seven
holes on infinity
seven slashes
proud and erect like reeds in a lake
vertical-violent slashes
premeditated
tension relief
the surface curls up at their edges
look through the holes on infinity!
essence
light-grey silk dress
faithfully
follows her young curves
clings to her voluptuous body
essence of femininity
only
depicted through the eyes of another woman
thus the puerile face
impenetrable for the gaze
interchangable tradition
wandering clouds
or silhuettes of autumn ponds
their incomplete chessboard pattern
plate zinc units sit
flat against the ground
against a sensuous wood parquet
unassuming
carpet of a sculpture
history
alas, history marches on behind
in pastel colors
and with exquisite finesse
the rococo morality soars frivilously
on the intricacy of drapes
and into an undefined context
all so elaborately stylized
Tiepolo's stately princesses
alas, history has marched on ahead
sweet rows
chocolate sweeter
green 34, red 249, yellow 107
whole cakes, rows of them
the sharpness of their outlines blurred
melting under the fumes of sugarwater
frosting fills the eyes
rows of it
whipped-cream drowned dreams
spongy sweet
entwined by androgynous ivy
through letters or flowers
dreams arrive on green wings
in green garbs, 'mid green leaves
so lost the green eyes
of youth
in reverie
so lost the green hues
in the drapery
wooden chicken
the purple shade of defiant smiles
blondes, boots, bikinis
emancipated upon man
trampling, dancing on his primitive instincts
for panties, lipsticks, stilettos, and boobs
the fences are down, the gate's ajar
the battle of the sexes is on
and it's for sale too
and you know who is winning
turquoise glow
it's kind of age to have preserved art
soft glow gives way
expels from its body the firmly carved details
wrinkles
a tunic with white-bread softness
a countenance probing the depth of the glow
angling the human into focus
it's kind of art to have preserved age
honeycomb
bald and red-faced time's youthful muscles unveil
blue allegory
under the scrutiny of abandoned masks
and in the shadow of tanned madness
distorted body-poses fondle their own nudity
in the manner
and kiss between the golden apple, the honeycomb and an arrow
ready for the rosy blessings of chubby angels
and you melancholy dragon girl
don't you sit there with your exaggerated detachedness
conflicts of solitude
arms so thin
she sits away in a field
one among the vast array of dusty grass
vast is the distance
vast the solitude
vast the potential for despair
possibilities stretch toward the horizon
she has perhaps a mind fixed on it
chiaroscuro
nightshades of social classes
workers, artists, industrialists
carefully manufactured contrast effects
work is as glorious from the outside as it is contrived
the smouldering ingot blinds all
gorgeous daughters have to turn their heads away
thus forges the weighty labor of the iron
the gracefulness of realism
bridge!
shimmering shimmerings
the freshness of summer morning light
rich mist of colors
air saturates the vision
a bridge without ends
willow and lily and reed
melt
into one surface, into one pond
primary
balance-
discipli
ne-order
-universe rhythms so
in
o me
f p
l
banished and e
interspersed r
powder and perfume
from the lush mist of foliage
soft garden of delight
flamboyance emerges
bright pink with flirting
among the pathos of statues
the surfeiting extravagence of tension and laxity
thick with undergrowth and sensous glances
a shoe flies high
and old servant blends into the garden's shade
sanctity
red stands for love
blue for its loss
red angels of a burning heart
blue solace seeking
red lips of the beloved
blue-fading with memory
red is the pain
blue the eternal beauty
garden game
columns of a grove
ceilings of the trees
magic sparkles
along the avenue of game
along the avenue of game
glides the eye with ease
through the porous tunnel
lives and days vibrant with charm
eternity
wind-stopped movements fly still in time
joyous Hope and ruddy-faced Love
shake scatter about their vigour and love
the feather's torn from the wings of Time
like a wound spring, so tense, so fresh
they gesture with abandon and ease
and warm colours solidify the ease
to keep eternal optimism fresh
morning's gossamer
frostbite in the italian sun
soft mirror for a pillow
gossamer on the trees
butterflies as flowers on the riverbank
the sky holds
the secret
to such fragile an atmosphere at daybreak
and the painters
shadow-box
frugal relevance
partial wiremesh
yellow-ed stamps
and old articles handmade
the whiteness of nostalgy
a missing parrot pervades
the closed world
ornamental dream
relevence frugal
black canoe
candle in the canoe,
beauty and sorrow row side-by-side.
a white pearl she is,
like her tears,
her breasts heave heavy with sigh.
embroidery hangs heavy with water
from the side of the canoe;
fog may descend any time i fear
on this lingering scene
image
bright pastels of shallow surface
it is a mighty
show
of denominators
how to confront an era face to face
he says less than he means
yet he means just that
setting the pace for the no-longer-distant future
distant from self-awareness
harmonies
if ever your mind skims through the centuries
don't hesitate to stop in the netherlands
say, put your visit into the 1570s
to a painter's studio and watch his hands
compose a figure with a splendid black hat
a flute player, whose stately presence leaves
all music's chords and harmonies intact
in the loose folds of his blue and white striped sleeves
the pose
she stare stare with so open eyes
her red hair red, did up in crazy mess
she sitted cuddled up
full of afraid full of so intensity
black stocking legs twisted open
underwear so like rags it reveal her sex
she nervous it vibrates the air
want to touch her shivering skin
frail i thinks they say
cannot resistable
fresh fossil
lEatheR aND wAx anD rUsT
cUt anD tOrN aND cRusheD
bRowN anD gReY
dEcaY, rOttinG aND dUsT
the overwhelming sensitivity of frustrated anger
tHeY sLiP iN anD oUt oF eAcH oTheR
WITH UNEASY EASE
oN tHe tHicK aRtificiaL fOssiL
nocturne verde
love me, sickly beauty,
green sky
you fluffy scream in the night
riding on the pale shadow of moonshine
many a mast elegantly pierces your haze
rising from the ill-defined surface of your oily river
dark stranger, you do
and appeal
to the stranger amoral senses of man
savage harmony
dazzling blur
shoots forth its savage colors
flaming
against nature's thin and open expanse
undistilled dance of swirl fills up space
fills it up full of tense flatness
flowers race upward
climb in and out of their heat-saturated ground
all this in the rich flavor of ripe fruits
scandinavian nude
blonde northern light
shatters on the moraines
then scatters like shards
to pinch the fair skin
scant vegetation between the rocks
the stream a liquid crystal
cold and clear
the air a myriad tiny needles
they freshen the body's circulation
and pinken the plump bosoms
black bodily
ripped and torn
black bodily
oozes
with supreme dignity
and modest resolve
its mural-sized sensuality
perverted
only
by jagged bolts of the lighter humours
nerve-stifling
brown space
whirls tempestuously, unwinds
exuding forbidden religious eroticism
with a stretch or a yawn?
black flowing hair hides the red sun
naked tragedies sit behind dark eyelids
passionate tension simmers
offering her breasts
her soft abdomen
intensity
o d a a i u d l t o
f r m t c n u a i n
c t r c g s e f r h
a a a t u h s o t h
u i o m l u i n e t e
n f r i l s o s t l s
m t s n o y i e h n
e a e s r v b s a g
i d z l n a p r t o
n a z i g p a i i n
portrait
she's a girl of undetermined age
young or younger
she turns her head away
from the spectator in us
curious darkness looms behind her
and her cardigan looks soft and nappy
and is bright
with little pink and red flowers
four and three
how and had you
out for but are
our bed not ear
she let her may
die too him far
the all his who
see man now saw
was war end one
beginnings
the human project started slowly
and rather late
first it needed to notice
wine, appetite, and singing;
it began with the discovery of the peasant
in us
the variety of shapes we take
to start us on the way to earthly wonders
off-surge
flat interpenetrate
geometric defined this apparent
in dominant of demonstrated
section handling combined intersecting
make an came
with the he began
when was for from
steadily towards among
pastoral green
hairy landscape
of blue and green bands
curved, clear summer sky sits on top,
sits on top of a hill,
a hill's gently rolling slopes
a small villages almost blends into the scenery
only its slate roofs glimmer in the sun
over a grey pied cow
grazing on the pastoral green
composition
composition
composition C O M P O S
composition O M P O S I
composition M P O S I T
composition P O S I T I
composition O S I T I O
composition S I T I O N
composition
composition
lyrical
quiet lyrical chaos
washes of palm trees
seductive restructuring of the landscape
into yellow, purple, red, and ink-blue
serfs litter the tilling
and an underclad muse nurses one
one with white hearing aid
sheep, raven and scattered books
scattered under the foreboding sky
quiet lyrical destruction
california straight
strictly blue
strictly bright
strictly straight
splash from an unmanned diving board
rigorously deserted
rigorously modern
regorously still
spring mythology
feminine like the night sky
a subtle darkness dotted with minute designs
small fruits and tiny flowers
in the floral harmony of the night
and around the florentine centre
a spriteful dance of dance
of allegorical diaphanous gowns
renaissance grace moves
with unsettling delicate energy
light-tunnel
sun-glade, dawn-air
freeing themselves from the lusty brace of trees
cold flame bruises the last patches of mist
fertile undergrowth
valiant foliage caresses the distance
the figures of cows like butter beans
across the silver surfaces of puddles
and in the draught of the yellow light-tunnel
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