Cadeaux #2 – More Gifts

 

We only rise from sleep, we only come to dream. It is not true, it is not true, that we come to live on earth.

— Tochihuitzin Coyolchiuhqui (1390 – 1450)

 

 

                               

 

                                  

 

 

 

 

V. For Gottfried Benn  

 

             rather than a, b, c

& repetitive order              

I am seeing for the 1st time

what this mind has to offer

 

 

 

 

VI. For Wols 

 

squiggly symbol

I am invisible

looking at the 

squiggly symbol 

presently it tilts 

(my mother calls)

squiggly symbol

 

 

 

 

VII. For Ossip Mandelstam 

 

based on prior experience 

I have doused the chains

so the actual fires were 

a belated goal of experience

death grins at me & blinded

              I feel my way into her realm

                   

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

  

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F for Fake by Orson Welles (1974) – Chartres

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VGPPUY40Y7k 

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Peter Bies © 2011 

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Cadeaux – Gifts

 

“I have great faith in fools – self-confidence my friends will call it.”

— Edgar Allan Poe 

 

 

                                                         

 

 

 

 

 

I. For Rimbaud:                             

  

I began to notice movements

I’m not sure why I was happy

to watch the fiery falling star

a lifetime and a universe ago    

 

 

 

 

II. For Manet:     

 

I feel the first stirrings of something

resembling meaning, figments of my lonely mind –

not all of them, but

they were expected to be at work today  

 

 

 

  

III. For Utrillo:  

 

Time to breathe & sober up,

and check my heart rate

for my Maman to believe it – 

I am alive!     

 

 

 

 

IV. For Baudelaire:  

 

Rest of the pills

down the drain,

& head back to  

the living lodestone!               

    

 

 

 

 

 

 

                      

 

 

 

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Man Ray’s experimental short film: Return to Reason (Le Retour à la Raison, 1923)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nh4RO_i5Cno&feature=related

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Peter Bies © 2011

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Ozone Fault Line

“We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.”

— Charles Bukowski

 

 

 

November 7, 2021

 

HAMMERBROOK STATION…  crisp reactor coolant sky & I wanted my I put down – influx overload! These vacuum tubes protruding red hot from my forehead – are they real? I’m going insane & it’s beauteous… Brodmann area 41 whispering oblique subpoetry… time wars on limbic slavery/ toad poison hailstones & quivering/ mushroom clouds! Sunlit subway tracks went up, diminishing in perspective… I heard the shrieking train, I could smell the ozone fault line… Doll Mother, starve my heart with your antarctic soul! Sure, cut my pain reliever with your pheromones & turn your back on our past… empathy plus delayed insight equals bitter-sweet regret… I’m picking up the mirror shards…

 

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Anne Clark – Sleeper in Metropolis (1992) 

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-fEX8Tv12LE

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Peter Bies © 2011

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