WORDS ARE NOT THE ONLY LANGUAGE
UNFOLDING SCENES ………PRIMITIVE ENACTMENT
RHYTHMIC DRUMS AT NIGHT
THE SMELL OF WOOD DRUG FROM THE SWAMP
WET WITH THE SWEAT OF HISTORY
JEALOUSIES AND INTRIGUES
THE YOUNG SOCIAL SCENE NAKED
SEX AND MONEY AND POWER
THE SPIT AND THE POOP OF A CHARMED SOCIETY
THE SMELL OF WOOD DRUG FROM THE SWAMP
PIECES OF SWEATERS WORN BY OLD PEOPLE
PLASTIC COMBS FROM THE LOCAL PRISON
INTERPENETRATION IN MEANINGS….PART AND WHOLE
TENSION AMONG ELEMENTS…….FIRE WANTING TO DANCE
THE SMELL OF THE WOOD BURNING
A SENSE OF WHAT IT IS TO WANT
WANT IS THE GOD OF DENSITIES AND COMPLEXITIES
TO BE REINTRODUCED INTO REALITY
the old persons sweater unravelled during happy hour
bingo – skin dry fingers tugged at the thread – tugged
the thread with fingers that had touched a thousand things
the thread unravelled
while he sat there listening to numbers being called
2
56
35
there was no pattern to the numbers but there was a pattern
on the sweater which was disappearing as the thread was tugged
with fingers old and dry he missed the sex the drugs the naked
scene he pulled the thread and slowly he unravelled in his noon
day chair
LIVING FOR UNOBSERVED EVENTS OF THE FUTURE
HOW FAR CAN ONE BE REMOVED FROM OBSERVATION ?
LESSER POETS SMELL OUT NONSENSE BUT KNOW NOT WHAT TO DO WITH IT
A LIFE OF NOTHING NAUGHT……..I LIKE MINE NON-VERIFIABLE
BANK EMPLOYEES SAY THAT I CAN’T ESCAPE EMPIRICAL SCIENCE
I LAUGH BECAUSE THEY WORK IN A CAGE AND I DO NOT
DO NOT TURN YOUR BACK ON THE POODLE-METAPHYSICIAN
FREE OF EXPERIENCE AS FACT LORD OF THE LEVITATIONAL FIELD
HE DOES NOT DRIVE A FORD OR KEEP KANGAROOS AS PETS
FRANK ZAPPA WAS A POODLE-METAPHYSICIAN A BLANK PAGE
HE CHEATED COUNTLESS PEOPLE OUT OF CASH
HE CHEATED THE MOTHERS OF INVENTION
HE CHEATED PEOPLE MUCH CLOSER TO HOME
HE WANTED ALL THE MONEY HE WAS SCARY NARROW
Frank Zappa hide his poddle in his hair – avant-garde kennel situation – Capt Beefheart – was originally know Captain Meatheart but wanted the meat to be more specific – read that in obscure footnotes from a magazine discarded at a dentist – found amongst lost molars – aborted fillings – elevator music played to lull –
workers in banks don’t understand the artistic urge – the call to arms – the narrative of what happens outside the spreadsheet –
when 1929 repeats itself and we are all eating our pets and our shirts are wet tissue thin – they will throw themselves off the tallest building heavy with regret
IN THE BACK OF THE ROOM CAPT BEEFHEART WILL SHOW US HIS HYANNIS
I ACTUALLY LISTENED TO CAPT BEEFHEART AND FRANK ZAPPA
AS A YOUNG MAN YEARS BEFORE THE BELUGA IN THE SHORTS
RATHER THAN A FICTIONAL COMPOSITION, A REAL LIFE
BEATLE HAIR AND BEATLE BOOTS AND SATURDAY NIGHT POISONED CANDY
listening to Frank Beefheart and Captain Zappa – you can see the semi quavers quivering cartoon style from the coffin sized speakers – Frank and the Captain hiding their voodoo under cookie dusters –
Frank and the Captain crime fighting on mean streets – we sleep innour nocturnal slumbers – safe as milk – boogie beluga was the name of backing singer – now sadly unable to sing – tonsils sold for heroin –
the sad demise of fictional heroes
FRANK ZAPPA WAS THE POPE’S PERSONAL CENSOR
FOR YEARS HE STOLE FORBIDDEN VERBIAGE
TAKING IT HOME AND CONSTRUCTING HIS LYRICS
IMPERFECTION COMPATIBLE WITH PERFECTION
UNPAID GYPSIES MADE UP THE BAND
POOR WRETCHED SEMIBARBARIC
MOTHERS OF INVENTION
THE SMELL OF PET DUNG ON THE PARQUET FLOOR
A WHIRLPOOL OF BUTT HAIR AND NASAL DESPAIR
LARGE POODLES AS IMMIGRANT BEAUTY QUEENS
THE VOLUPTUOUSNESS OF SOUTHERN FRANCE
BOUND BY NO LAW…… FREE TO TRESPASS
A BROAD SCOPE FOR AGITATED THOUGHT
agitated thoughts haunt calm minds – the onset of claustrophobia – concrete makes the buildings and it fills your head
the vastness of possibilities outnumbered the flies buzzing around the dung –
the parquet flooring was recently varnished and glistened in the fading summer sunlight –
sunbeams through the windows – dust particles – a wooden globe in the corner was missing a continent –
lazy explorers hadn’t bothered to report their discoveries of uncharted geography of verdant groves – Precambrian mountains – a 1000 undiscovered species
no need for the Otis men here, in a land devoid of floors, no need for their skills – let them dream their dreams they have earned their place in the fading summer sun
IS IT TRUE THAT LAZY EXPLORERS ARE USUALLY TRANSSEXUAL ?
………………A HERMAPHRODITE ROLLED IN FLOUR…………………………
borderline ghost half yielding to the need for erection by obedience
FASCINATION WITH THE FADING SUMMER SUN
HORRENDOUS ERRORS……..BUFFOONERY FIRST CLASS
OF COURSE THERE WAS PHYSICAL REPULSION
OLD SCABS NEW SCABS THE COMPLEXITY OF BUTTOCK SMELLS
UNCONSCIOUS FATALITY ALWAYS JACKS UP THE COMPULSIVENESS
LUSH SWEETMEATS: DELICIOUS SEX
WITHOUT WARNING……….A LOT OF FOUL WEATHER IN THAT COMMENT
WHAT A TRAGIC DISCOVERY TO FIND OUT YOUR STRIPPER GIRLFRIEND IS DEAD
A TOUR DE FORCE OF METH, BATH SALTS, AND PCP
YOU JUST KNOW SOMEONE IS GOING TO WANT TO DISCUSS THE MATTER WITH YOU
WILL IT HELP IF YOU MENTION THAT YOUR WIFE IS ON THE MOON ?
OR THAT BULLS LIVE OUTSIDE YOUR BEDROOM WINDOW ?
REMEMBER TO STRESS THAT YOU ARE A PATRIOT-HISTORIAN !!
TRY NOT TO BE LIGHTHEARTED, FRIVOLOUS, OR WITTY !!
TRY NOT TO USE THE WORD, SWEETMEATS !!
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WORDS ARE NOT THE ONLY LANGUAGE
UNFOLDING SCENES ………PRIMITIVE ENACTMENT
RHYTHMIC DRUMS AT NIGHT
THE SMELL OF WOOD DRUG FROM THE SWAMP
WET WITH THE SWEAT OF HISTORY
JEALOUSIES AND INTRIGUES
THE YOUNG SOCIAL SCENE NAKED
SEX AND MONEY AND POWER
THE SPIT AND THE POOP OF A CHARMED SOCIETY
THE SMELL OF WOOD DRUG FROM THE SWAMP
PIECES OF SWEATERS WORN BY OLD PEOPLE
PLASTIC COMBS FROM THE LOCAL PRISON
INTERPENETRATION IN MEANINGS….PART AND WHOLE
TENSION AMONG ELEMENTS…….FIRE WANTING TO DANCE
THE SMELL OF THE WOOD BURNING
A SENSE OF WHAT IT IS TO WANT
WANT IS THE GOD OF DENSITIES AND COMPLEXITIES
TO BE REINTRODUCED INTO REALITY
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the old persons sweater unravelled during happy hour
bingo – skin dry fingers tugged at the thread – tugged
the thread with fingers that had touched a thousand things
the thread unravelled
while he sat there listening to numbers being called
2
56
35
there was no pattern to the numbers but there was a pattern
on the sweater which was disappearing as the thread was tugged
with fingers old and dry he missed the sex the drugs the naked
scene he pulled the thread and slowly he unravelled in his noon
day chair
LikeLike
FOR $10 SHE PULLED THE THREAD AND HE SLOWLY UNRAVELED
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LIVING FOR UNOBSERVED EVENTS OF THE FUTURE
HOW FAR CAN ONE BE REMOVED FROM OBSERVATION ?
LESSER POETS SMELL OUT NONSENSE BUT KNOW NOT WHAT TO DO WITH IT
A LIFE OF NOTHING NAUGHT……..I LIKE MINE NON-VERIFIABLE
BANK EMPLOYEES SAY THAT I CAN’T ESCAPE EMPIRICAL SCIENCE
I LAUGH BECAUSE THEY WORK IN A CAGE AND I DO NOT
LikeLike
DO NOT TURN YOUR BACK ON THE POODLE-METAPHYSICIAN
FREE OF EXPERIENCE AS FACT LORD OF THE LEVITATIONAL FIELD
HE DOES NOT DRIVE A FORD OR KEEP KANGAROOS AS PETS
FRANK ZAPPA WAS A POODLE-METAPHYSICIAN A BLANK PAGE
HE CHEATED COUNTLESS PEOPLE OUT OF CASH
HE CHEATED THE MOTHERS OF INVENTION
HE CHEATED PEOPLE MUCH CLOSER TO HOME
HE WANTED ALL THE MONEY HE WAS SCARY NARROW
LikeLike
Frank Zappa hide his poddle in his hair – avant-garde kennel situation – Capt Beefheart – was originally know Captain Meatheart but wanted the meat to be more specific – read that in obscure footnotes from a magazine discarded at a dentist – found amongst lost molars – aborted fillings – elevator music played to lull –
workers in banks don’t understand the artistic urge – the call to arms – the narrative of what happens outside the spreadsheet –
when 1929 repeats itself and we are all eating our pets and our shirts are wet tissue thin – they will throw themselves off the tallest building heavy with regret
the bodies will be empirical
LikeLike
IN THE BACK OF THE ROOM CAPT BEEFHEART WILL SHOW US HIS HYANNIS
I ACTUALLY LISTENED TO CAPT BEEFHEART AND FRANK ZAPPA
AS A YOUNG MAN YEARS BEFORE THE BELUGA IN THE SHORTS
RATHER THAN A FICTIONAL COMPOSITION, A REAL LIFE
BEATLE HAIR AND BEATLE BOOTS AND SATURDAY NIGHT POISONED CANDY
LikeLike
listening to Frank Beefheart and Captain Zappa – you can see the semi quavers quivering cartoon style from the coffin sized speakers – Frank and the Captain hiding their voodoo under cookie dusters –
Frank and the Captain crime fighting on mean streets – we sleep innour nocturnal slumbers – safe as milk – boogie beluga was the name of backing singer – now sadly unable to sing – tonsils sold for heroin –
the sad demise of fictional heroes
LikeLike
FRANK ZAPPA WAS THE POPE’S PERSONAL CENSOR
FOR YEARS HE STOLE FORBIDDEN VERBIAGE
TAKING IT HOME AND CONSTRUCTING HIS LYRICS
IMPERFECTION COMPATIBLE WITH PERFECTION
UNPAID GYPSIES MADE UP THE BAND
POOR WRETCHED SEMIBARBARIC
MOTHERS OF INVENTION
LikeLike
THE SMELL OF PET DUNG ON THE PARQUET FLOOR
A WHIRLPOOL OF BUTT HAIR AND NASAL DESPAIR
LARGE POODLES AS IMMIGRANT BEAUTY QUEENS
THE VOLUPTUOUSNESS OF SOUTHERN FRANCE
BOUND BY NO LAW…… FREE TO TRESPASS
A BROAD SCOPE FOR AGITATED THOUGHT
LikeLike
agitated thoughts haunt calm minds – the onset of claustrophobia – concrete makes the buildings and it fills your head
the vastness of possibilities outnumbered the flies buzzing around the dung –
the parquet flooring was recently varnished and glistened in the fading summer sunlight –
sunbeams through the windows – dust particles – a wooden globe in the corner was missing a continent –
lazy explorers hadn’t bothered to report their discoveries of uncharted geography of verdant groves – Precambrian mountains – a 1000 undiscovered species
no need for the Otis men here, in a land devoid of floors, no need for their skills – let them dream their dreams they have earned their place in the fading summer sun
LikeLike
IS IT TRUE THAT LAZY EXPLORERS ARE USUALLY TRANSSEXUAL ?
………………A HERMAPHRODITE ROLLED IN FLOUR…………………………
borderline ghost half yielding to the need for erection by obedience
FASCINATION WITH THE FADING SUMMER SUN
HORRENDOUS ERRORS……..BUFFOONERY FIRST CLASS
OF COURSE THERE WAS PHYSICAL REPULSION
OLD SCABS NEW SCABS THE COMPLEXITY OF BUTTOCK SMELLS
UNCONSCIOUS FATALITY ALWAYS JACKS UP THE COMPULSIVENESS
LUSH SWEETMEATS: DELICIOUS SEX
LikeLike
WITHOUT WARNING……….A LOT OF FOUL WEATHER IN THAT COMMENT
WHAT A TRAGIC DISCOVERY TO FIND OUT YOUR STRIPPER GIRLFRIEND IS DEAD
A TOUR DE FORCE OF METH, BATH SALTS, AND PCP
YOU JUST KNOW SOMEONE IS GOING TO WANT TO DISCUSS THE MATTER WITH YOU
WILL IT HELP IF YOU MENTION THAT YOUR WIFE IS ON THE MOON ?
OR THAT BULLS LIVE OUTSIDE YOUR BEDROOM WINDOW ?
REMEMBER TO STRESS THAT YOU ARE A PATRIOT-HISTORIAN !!
TRY NOT TO BE LIGHTHEARTED, FRIVOLOUS, OR WITTY !!
TRY NOT TO USE THE WORD, SWEETMEATS !!
LikeLike