tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-598855261912396057.post9187109117560970213..comments2023-10-25T11:03:30.625-04:00Comments on wrd.wthiin.woord: phanephased cave of Baudish ikontroylloydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14706450196335510065noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-598855261912396057.post-9829265315705974002009-01-23T06:57:00.000-05:002009-01-23T06:57:00.000-05:00body laircemetery cementgrass plots(excellent.)= =...<I>body lair<BR/>cemetery cement<BR/>grass plots<BR/></I><BR/><BR/>(excellent.)<BR/><BR/>= = = = = = =<BR/><BR/>bodily lure trapt<BR/>tombstoned trace,<BR/><BR/>what weird flowers<BR/>bloom in brain,<BR/><BR/>cracking concrete<BR/>of spaceless place,<BR/><BR/>arrest thru womb<BR/>with corporeal such lain.<BR/><BR/>:troylloydhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14706450196335510065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-598855261912396057.post-36468304925834784112009-01-22T11:23:00.000-05:002009-01-22T11:23:00.000-05:00body laircemetery cementgrass plotsbody lair<BR/>cemetery cement<BR/>grass plotsStephen Nelsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16321373971010017819noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-598855261912396057.post-74873239626082785592009-01-20T14:39:00.000-05:002009-01-20T14:39:00.000-05:00" Yo no sé nadaTú no sabes nadaUd. no sabe na..." Yo no sé nada<BR/>Tú no sabes nada<BR/>Ud. no sabe nada<BR/>Él no sabe nada<BR/>Ellos no saben nada<BR/>Ellas no saben nada<BR/>Nosotros no sabemos nada "<BR/><BR/>...Oliverio Girondo<BR/><BR/>= = = = = = = = = = = <BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/>white eyelids<BR/>& stupid sleep<BR/>thru foggy cock<BR/>of gasping last rattle,<BR/>impalpable fatigue<BR/>amidst mask & fabrics,<BR/>slaked pillow<BR/>frames soft skull<BR/>in glassy casket,<BR/>a fatal avidity<BR/>diamondlike or feverish,<BR/>sublime functions<BR/>falling funeral thud,<BR/>wicked bitter & hollow<BR/>heavy haste<BR/>of enormous unvisit'd ecstasy<BR/>upon brittle wings<BR/>gazing thru gauze,<BR/>thickest pitch<BR/>flashes as damned<BR/>& the gnaw of foundation<BR/>shall termite monument<BR/>to clean the carcass<BR/>of shoddy civilization,<BR/>whether it be<BR/>the beauty of monstrosity<BR/>or the attraction of abyss,<BR/>whether it be<BR/>luminous brute blood<BR/>or mysterious phantom flesh,<BR/>the swords shall surely<BR/>be broken<BR/>& the skies shall<BR/>open wide,<BR/>for the filthy bitch<BR/>screwing our skeleton<BR/>loves the rottenness<BR/>of Nature<BR/>& throwing these bones<BR/>will worm words whole,<BR/>will climb over corpses,<BR/>will feed the infinity<BR/>of our shared vertigo<BR/>& crush such dust<BR/>with an exquisite grimace<BR/>whispering intimate secrets<BR/>within the brow we shadow<BR/>& crack this vile mirror<BR/>into a million shining shards<BR/>as bright as any hellfire<BR/>& weaving our banal canvas<BR/>abstract from illusion,<BR/>no image.<BR/><BR/><BR/><I>lest flu doom maul</I><BR/> <BR/>◦ ◦ ∞ ◦ ◦troylloydhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14706450196335510065noreply@blogger.com