Ode to the Stars

“The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.”
– H.P. Lovecraft, Supernatural Horror in Literature (1927)
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DISFOG MOONAQ

BUCCUR IOMTAM
ARZAIC ASUSYS – 
GHETRA ELAPHO!

ONBLED TWYRGY
JADORT SUXANS
OZIMUM YLUMET –
TONEOR TURDYS!

UQELAM TERSYX
OHYSMO URDAAC
ZOBNON PAPMYL –
INQDOL POFBOA!

GADMIB CHBOSA
DPIPYS JENKTU
EXFUUL GUROWA –
AALSKR FFONFT!

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WORDS: PETER BIES © 2015
IMAGES: NASA
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Cadeaux #14

“Light and matter are both single entities, and the apparent dualities arise in the limitations of our language.” –  Werner Heisenberg (1901-1976)


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XXIII. For Claude Shannon


A tired, a tender parfume

w/in a cold & lucid dream –

let bygones be bygones

& redundant hearts 

beat in lost code

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First photograph of the dark side of the moon by Lunik 3 (1966)

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Words: Peter Bies © 2015

Images: Wiki/NASA

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Merger with the Shadow – Part Two

“The valleys have their imbeciles; it is from the mountains the poet and madman come.”
– Edgar Saltus
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retune your eyes – ignore

limbic drive early fixation!

drunk recollections drown 

drowning forever in word  

dreaming off precious fear 


& torture my self-image &

migratory letters swerve for

bees house daily bottom tic 

dreaming first day deviation –

a blow upon my bleak house


deference a chink in my armour

in middle shiver movie time –

deft scribble pithy monolog! 

tomorrow poetry police own, 

recognize & denounce my myth

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Peter Bies © 2014

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Cadeaux #13

“Happy, happy they that in hell

 Feel not the world’s despite.”

– John Dowland, Flow My Tears 

 

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XXII. For William S. Burroughs

Nova police edit human flesh film of history —

mind control destruction

seduction sublime

prevent subversive time

addiction triumph!

Survive explicit 

narrative punishment days –

subvert equivocalscaffold acts of film classic!

The radial eye god sum of image! 

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Valeria Mignaco & Alfonso Marin perform John Dowland’s Flow My Tears 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jkRrzAo9Wl4

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Peter Bies © 2013

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Puppet

“Art has no need of certainty.”

– Friedrich Nietzsche 

 

 

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footsteps

on the beach 

court of below 

fake reasons corrode

 

a felon the chief

of this vicious island

brain tubes protrude &  

envy my parroting  puppet

 

shells

& shadows 

gunning first roses

abandon by blackish remote

 

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Cabaret Voltaire – Kino (1985)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u4IAnSdtbNY

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Peter Bies © 2013

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Cadeaux #12

Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in a broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming – “Wow! What a ride!”

– Hunter S. Thompson 

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XXI. For Ernest Hemingway

I found the brandy bottle

tried to listen to the dark

it had called on me

& echoes were too loud

we each took a few

maybe two diving

& two in the bottle

& a vast glow spread over

death I had sneered at 

aboard in my own element 

peace had died on me 

& I hoped nobody knew

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Johnny Winter – Mean Town Blues (1970) 

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tXSG34RqgGk

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Peter Bies © 2013

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Random Shakespearean Sonnet for Hipsters

 

“Writers don’t own their words. Since when do words belong to anybody? ‘Your very own words,’ indeed! And who are you?”

 – Brion Gysin 

 

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As there can live no hatred in thine eyes,

Thine eyes, that taught the squares to think, 

As I for thee, not for myself, dig freakish highs

Yet who knows hipness is not born of ink.

 

Weeds among weeds, or flowers with flowers gathered

To her that bears the strong offence’s fines, 

All hyp’d and scourg’d with mellow leathers,

which I have skinned off unsuspecting minds.

 

On both sides thus is solid truth suppress’d:

Desiring this chick’s cool, and that cat’s scope,

Though in thy groovy pad I once confess’d

 

That love’s oppression is not eas’d by dope.

Like, nimble thought can beat both time and space,

My car-sick Muse cut out to ‘nother place. 

 

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Summer break! Last entry for a while… 

 

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Scenes from Anthony Balch’s Cut Ups (1961-1965) featuring Brion Gysin & William Burroughs

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

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Peter Bies © 2013

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