A Non-Sense Adieu?
What is Visby without a V
What is Visby without la vie
What is Visby before me
What will Visby tend to be
This land brings me
You have to choose category
I am diluted in the sea
Visby is the capital of the swedish island Gotland in the Baltic sea.
ΤHE ESSAY SOLUTION
The knuckles of his fingers opened
so as that the materiality of the moment be betrayed
And there was neither in reality, nor in the poem,
(depending on the will he set onto a pregnant line
to H.V. < J.A.< F..P.
The hand is stressed to reach the lens
Nevertheless this is a historical poem
OBJECT IS THE OTHERNESS OF THE OBJECT
to Eleni Vakalo
Ηow do we expect the CERN experiment
Another fall like as I am not
While you move away
And these meters look like a feeling
“It isn’t for certain that we can encircle with words the same
And what a strange thing: not just of the fact but also of that
Why do we ask ourselves for motives and choices before
Let’s go on then this one way direction that carries on the
Neurophysiology was the obstacle of our time, the
Here they whirl –and if they stop they will appear I told you–
Lumini and Sombri
If I was in dread of something, it was a third unidentified version.
the dispositional axis of thought breaks through parallel
it leaves displayed all the circumstances in which it has been
the most interesting joke is this distance between conception
o ludwig ludwig oh ooh oooh
–sorry but what else can be done, this free besieged
atavistic mind– ooooooooomonobloc!!!
humbugging for a counterpoint!
in a way proportional those voids that say “full of sense”
–a sachet that flies and flies (American beauty)
or when control and reason were lost (genuinely only
that step onto invisible rules of the motif art
they do not exist but for their void itself
within limits of a “pre-established” harmony
“Ladies and gentlemen velcommen; quiet please; as you can see, that is, as you can’t see, we know not whether our compliant cat is dead or not. Right now, I would ask a member of the revered audience to concede to paying to the order of a reversed proof, a proof anti-poetically literal (and not, one hopes, literally anti-poetical):
What about you, my pretty, lovely, come closer, ready?
(a cat is revealed comprised of innumerable phosphorescent d o t s)
Voila! The feline in love’s place!
if not it passes to your left and right → right through you:
What are you waiting for?
Love, ooh, love is delivered along this experiment’s interpretation before a mirror
if you are courting knowledge that already possess
Who, though, can occupy a viewing platform from the inside,
since, in order for something to hold meaning, some other thing must hold none whatsoever, a state regarding which, cherie, we lack all certainty
Unless the cat’s both dead and living!”
mr. archie passed through north carolina with a trombone
what is the meaning of adjectives
descriptions of obsolete emotions: poetry
whatsatstakeisthisss : the wagtail’s ssslithering
taken further the analogy between one oxymoron and another:
a nice bench with an ancestor on it sitting cross-legged
– what is he doing?
starts: after crushing the yin-yang medallion
(on his knees) please: no more moving speeches
a form of resistance to the sickly sweet connotations of words
which topali strikes down: the sparkling firework of noble breed
(indeed, how is the import checked of non inductive reasoning
within boxes in the depths of the mental landscape?)
what if everything has been shifted from drama →irony and vice versa
and the deep in breaths, the attributes of the catalyst
whatever is there for one spark and one alone …due to lack of oxygen
imaginary life is bound
a thought below a compound of gasses was a newsworthy item
certainly, most certainly, I have forgotten that friends and parents… no thing… no thing
come, come: the resolved ambiguities of the present
postcard 1: breathless woman incircled by damp gothic buildings,
while, in borderline states you crave for all or nothing
in the manner in which that will imitate both you and itself!
nevertheless, you cannot find an escape from atonal reality
with a redemptive rhythm: you will be wounded unless
where you do not wish for the poem to come to an end
to circulate as a hologram in your garden
poetry cannot be only whatever evades the word:
(your extremities have already begun to paralyze
while everything around you becomes curved your missiles are parabolas
for you to see to say to do to make appear the final vision
— your dislodged self next to you dismayed
“forgive me but it’s not my fault that we are part of some other part
you bred your mystery and brought it to fruition”
to state it face to face would be absurd: don’t say it:
bear reality inscribed in our nether parts
WHO TALKS ABOUT MELANCHOLY
[ – How’re you doing, how’s everything?
“Garbage has to be the poem of our time”
Acceleration de tous les sens
Baaden-Bit could be