Rated Aug 27 • 1 review • photography • flickr.com
O beautiful
was the werewolf
in his evil forest.
We took him
to the carnival
and he started
crying
when he saw
the Ferris wheel.
Electric
green and red tears
flowed down
his furry cheeks.
He looked
like a boat
out on the dark
water.
--Richard Brautigan
Rated Aug 27 • 1 review • poetry • m78.com
From Watashi wa Anjuhime-ko de aru: Ito Hiromi shishu (Tokyo : Shichosha 1993)
The dappled cat takes to the sky
After my wife's death I kept photographing the sky, Araki-san was saying
and so I feel the need to look at the sky
in all its camouflaged colors
I kept staring at where the light shifts
kept talking of getting a dog
When trying to live on as a voice
to another,
I need to keep talking, face to face
She agreed with me
my seven-year-old daughter did
We started speaking of getting a dog, then
could no longer talk of anything else
Talk of anything else was of moving from here
And then
obliteration, elimination
What I want is to wipe out my own emotions
you see, I continued
I continued talking to my-seven-year old daughter
I want to wipe out my consciousness
wipe out my existence
(What does that mean, what do you want to do, mom)
You see, I continued
the cow with stars on her horns, it's like that, what I want to do
It's like that dappled cat that jumped out the window, that's me
The cow and the dappled cat in the picture books
kept dancing for a long time, right
and then took off their shoes
Well that's it, thought the dappled cat,
My legs, look, they're all warped from dancing so much
beginning to try and express some emotions
but just then it occurred to the dappled cat to wonder
if there really were such things as emotions that need expressing
No, I don't know how to put it.
Somewhere, a man is raging, raising his voice
Just where was that, that thing called emotion
That's enough, a man's voice is saying
I can hear it through the music
Why do I keep listening to the man's voice, all day
The man is always speaking
It's not that I understand it all, and it's not my language
but here and there are words I understand
To jump into consciousness, between intervals of music
The blue blue window beyond the stars, so a man's voice says
Emotions interfere, so a man's voice says
Huge swarms of butterflies were fluttering their wings, so a man's voice says
Either that or just humming, a voice, like an instrument's
Strings
Creak
The reinforced steel in a collapsing building juts out
A person's nerves, similarly, get exposed
No skin, muscle or fat cover them
Touched by time, touched by space, touched by words, touched by every external stimulus
But honestly, myself, the reason why I live as I do is that
I would like to murder someone
I would like to feel the threat of being murdered
I think it may be alright to be killed without having lived long
To have sex with a man, to enjoy that, is--
what do you know--similar to the sensation of being killed
I want to murder someone
Of course it isn't something I can actually do, so
I was thinking
of getting pregnant and having an abortion
It is the easiest form of murder
within the scope of my thinking
I had always claimed that abortion had nothing to do with murder
that it was just an excretion
and now Araki-san laughs at my change of heart
But you see, the pleasure I get from having sex with a penis was just that kind of sensation
and I wanted to confront it
There
(What does that mean, what do you want to do, mom)
In the pith of the threat of murder I want to get possessed by the desire to kill
With something sharp tearing my skin
breaking flesh, pulling organs apart,
I want to be violently eliminated
I wonder if carnal love isn't something like this
The pain of that moment, intensely close to death
Yes, the pain, just at the brink of death, which is certainly not like pleasure
But on the other hand it is pleasure, I try to convince myself, but
No, it is not pleasure
Just pain, plain and simple
Very painful, without any sadness or such, but uncontrollable tears
It's a pain that simply hurts
Music comes tearing through my skin
I listen to music
I can't go for a second without music
I listen to anything, from classical to rock, from Western to ethnic
Music comes violently tearing through my skin
(What do you want to do, mom)
I want to hear a man's voice
His low voice
No, like pleasure, it certainly is not
From Ito Hiromi Shishu (Tokyo : Shichosha, Gendaishi bunko 1988)
Rated Aug 26 • 1 review • photography • flickr.com
Has anybody here seen my old friend Abraham?
Can you tell me where he's gone?
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He freed a lot of people,
But it seems the good they die young.
You know, I just looked around and he's gone.
Anybody here seen my old friend John?
Can you tell me where he's gone?
He freed a lot of people,
But it seems the good they die young.
I just looked around and he's gone.
Anybody here seen my old friend Martin?
Can you tell me where he's gone?
He freed a lot of people,
But it seems the good they die young.
I just looked 'round and he's gone.
Didn't you love the things that they stood for?
Didn't they try to find some good for you and me?
And we'll be free
Some day soon, and it's a-gonna be one day ...
Anybody here seen my old friend Bobby?
Can you tell me where he's gone?
I thought I saw him walkin' up over the hill,
With Abraham, Martin and John.
Rated Aug 26 • 2 reviews • photography • flickr.com
I'm not sayin' that I'll love you
I'm not sayin' that I'll care
If you love me.
I'm not sayin' that I'll care
I'm not sayin' that I'll be there
When you want me.
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I can't give my heart to you
Or tell you that I'll sing your name
Up to the sky.
I can't lay the promise down
That I'll always be around
When you need me.
Now I may not be alone each time you see me
Along the street or in a small café
But still I won't deny or mistreat you
Baby, if you'll let me have my way.
I'm not sayin' I'll be sorry
For the things that I might say
That make you cry.
I can't say I'll always do
The things you want me to,
I'm not sayin' I'll be true
But I'll try.
Now I may not be alone each time you see me
Or show up when I promise that I would,
But still I won't deny you or mistreat you
Baby, if you loved me like you should.
I'm not sayin' I'll be sorry
For all the things that I might say
That make you cry.
I can't say I'll always do
The things you want me to,
I'm not sayin' I'll be true
But I'll try.
I can't say I'll always do
The things you want me to,
I'm not sayin' I'll be true
But I'll try
--Nico 1965
Rated Aug 26 • 1 review • photography • flickr.com
Seventeen, a beauty queen
She made a ride that caused a scene
In the town
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Her long blonde hair
Hangin' down around her knees
All the cats who dig striptease
Prayin' for a little breeze
Her long blonde hair
Falling down across her arms
Hiding all the lady's charms
Lady Godiva
She found fame and made her name
A hollywood director came into town
And said to her
"How'd you like to be a star?"
"You're a girl that could go far"
"'specially dressed the way you are"
She smiled at him
Gave her pretty head a shake
That was Lady G's mistake
A-hey-hey-hey
Lady Godiva
He directs certificate 'X'
And people now are craning their necks
To see her
'cause she's a star
One that everybody knows
Finished with the striptease shows
Now she can't afford her clothes
Her long blonde hair
Lyin' on the barber's floor
Doesn't need it long anymore
Lady Godiva
Rated Aug 26 • 1 review • photography, poetry • flickr.com
up into the silence the green
silence with a white earth in it
you will(kiss me)go
out into the morning the young
morning with a warm world in it
(kiss me)you will go
on into the sunlight the fine
sunlight with a firm day in it
you will go(kiss me
down into your memory and
a memory and memory
i)kiss me,(will go)
ee cummings
Rated Aug 25 • 1 review • photography • flickr.com
Lyssa and Sid Mothman
One of my first jobs after school as a teenager was at a hash house called the Agora in downtown Columbia Missouri and one of my earliest memories of the place was of this self-absorbed couple that was out almost every night, even school nights, and they'd come in fifteen minutes before closing and easily four hours after they had started drinking to snatch a load of the greasy tacos we peddled. They both came from good families but they always needed to come in and play it out the same way every night no matter the season or weather.
Well old bad things die hard and time passed and they married, and darned if I don't look out the window tonight and there they are in their post-post-post-modern regalia of poodle ensemble for Lyssa (originally a wolf spider) and Sid (of the Mealy Moth clan) decked out in a pseudo-gaucho culotte; out tripping the light fantastic in their cups. Not a thing changed. I can hear him through the glass as he taps on the window with his wings and mouths at me "She's gonna eat me, she's gonna eat me, haw, haw, haw!" and damned if she doesn't, just as soon as she's quit spinning and sets and cocoons him up. Light snack, ol' Sid.
Rated Aug 25 • 1 review • photography • flickr.com
What a dream last night
dressed in orgundy
clothed in crinaline
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of smoky burgundy
softer than the rain
I wandered empty streets down
past the shop displays
I heard cathedral bells
drifting down the alleyways, as I walked on
and when you ran to me your,
cheeks flushed with the night
we walked through frozen fields
of juniper and lamplight
I held your hand
And when I awoke
and saw you warm and near
I kissed your honey hair
with my grateful tears
oh I love you girl, I love you
Rated Aug 24 • 1 review • photography • flickr.com
I could have been a sailor, could have been a cook
A real live lover, could have been a book.
I could have been a signpost, could have been a clock
As simple as a kettle, steady as a rock.
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I could be
Here and now I would be,
I should be But how?
I could have been
One of these things first
I could have been
One of these things first.
I could have been your pillar, could have been your door
I could have stayed beside you, could have stayed for more.
Could have been your statue, could have been your friend,
A whole long lifetime could have been the end.
I could be yours so true
I would be, I should be through and through
I could have been
One of these things first
I could have been
One of these things first.
I could have been a whistle, could have been a flute
A real live giver, could have been a boot.
I could have been a signpost, could have been a clock
As simple as a kettle, steady as a rock.
I could be even here
I would be, I should be so near
I could have been
One of these things first
I could have been
One of these things first.
Rated Aug 24 • 1 review • photography, advaita, who am i, self inquiry • flickr.com
By the inquiry 'Who am I?'. The thought 'who am I?' will destroy all other thoughts, and like the stick used for stirring the burning pyre, it will itself in the end get destroyed. Then, there will arise Self-realization.
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