light the color of champagne invents morning in response to morning here within the current tense sheer curtains veil young colored atmosphere from inner light frail as a photograph in sepia the slim parsed light away from here becalms the spoken genuflection now the hour and at our beck and comma because falt lines simmer in the breath and ponds are there the stream also as if clean daylight led to other moments traced to this and we can gather every moment of the pacing and the transitive miscues and bloodlines where the veins run sweetness also fuel also configured to mean supple in the way the mind can choose to parse what comes in feeling form and patches places already repaired and chooses from a gathering of haste and moisture larvae and venting to come
The child of the infant man construed another path in footsteps over driveway moss slick, rained upon by harsh rain.
Syllables rolled across. They did not work in daylight. Did not mesh. These droplets of Platonic rain across a moss-slick surface of a place to drive home. Close to vegetation that requires buckets of rain, consistent rain. Rain you can count on. Rain joining other rain.
for everyone who might next catch a beam of what I send I wish you full receipt and fuel from what is there and the variety the arithmetic (accent on 3) bandwidth broadcloth to append invigorating justice and bequeathage and purposeful delirium wanted for repetition's sake and all forested magnetic kiln prepared to make and make again then generate and in the way of doing depth afford and spawn more than mere evidence in everlasting ways the scent of snow from faraway along this line mid-heart with warmth mysterious as logs snapping in rhymed couplets sparklingly affirmative
and we dance we lose experience if we don't Dance we are non smiling we need a/n @ Dance like surgery would say, words have lists of absences that waltz and swirl and circle and spin and twirl and wheel and then spin and turn around and round and the drops of sweat on your left eyebrow and the motion poetic as it is sensuous and the ripe corn under the undulating air undulates like an ocean shelley and the @ and the @@ and finally the @@@ feminine OR masculine because you look at the world with perverted eyes, and it is suddenly turned upside down perverted and you find guilt outside always outside put the blame on it we are multicultural by birth but write conventions looking into facial traffic again!! and the man restrictive (mirroring, perceiving that constant dance) touches upon transexual empathy here was Woman, with a capital W, tricky and awful, inconstant as the weather Styron and political - Fuck! and - legislation is basically feminine, Flickr - I don't know - male? wickedness...masculine? it is a feminine noun in Romanian..the errors he made in pitch and in language would be so amusing that the geishas would giggle with delight Mailer and the monuments and sheila and discipline and absurdity and eric and /t/ed/crescent and panic and then david/matina/clifford/harry and unsteadiness and marco/xavier/jukka/runran and prochronism till she felt the heart within her fall and flutter tremulously tennyson ...
@ the moment Flickr obsess e motion we're perceiving ourselves again!! Transexual this transexual that - this taxidermy,this cosmetic surgery gone too far no? Some post Victoriana I guess the more haptic we get - did somebody say non substance, no it was the traffic a constant boring bore in the background the more poetic one gets one must lose the "poetry" of poetry. They won't let me perform dance, I'd accept it but dance is the main way in which we can stimulate new language to describe multicultural experience. Fuck! I'll have to write a to do list. Dance language allows the transformation of culture, in a way that words would only hamper.
For example: I, 1 man alone U I plus I, me and U T, a crucifix, to stand with arms splayed O to inspire, an absence of, or two c's, somehow feminine. S to slant, snake like, submissive perhaps, or smiling (mirroring facial expressions). F, feminine an extended arm to denote empathy.
and so on so forth. Dance also allows touch and breaks down social conventions and allows experimentation between differing cultures. This has to be more important than the political approach of squeezing our behaviour by restrictive legislation, here, there, everywhere!!
To Do List: Buy a video camera Do some dancing Stick it on the Internet.
air conditioning prolongs the sound of storm within the confines of this house. within the confines of this house are fine slabs of absorbent wood. fine slabs of absorbent wood help one remember why the quiet here makes sense. the quiet here makes sense always a blessing is in process.
a blessing is in progress that confirms about the lake all that we bring here. all that we bring here concerns portability that goes with feeling. portability that goes with feeling shapes us into better beings. better beings prepare for better lives shouldered by early versions of perfection.
early versions of perfection help an individual find sleep. an individual finds sleep after incessent seeming daylight. incessent seeming daylight comes to fruition that remains half small. fruition that remains half small epitomizing commitment distinguished from indulgence.
commitment distinguished from indulgence paves the avenues. the avenues define how we are viewed by others living on this block. others living on this block whisper to pictures of narcissus. pictures of narcissus are the only moment to improve on the original.
Stop By discontinuity I am original this is hapax legomenon drop the phrase, Matthew Arnold Hyperperplexiaparadoxium
We're all fucking omniscient looking at Google Earth we see how moon 10 from it is said
and done, I don't expect no money feminism is its opposite after all (I leave that to women) by acting out to animals I don't compare women
Its condition sucks! But I'm further from human essence my director is an eighteen year old girl neither animalism (perennial slips) histoire (slippage 2) scientific or that otherwise makes fuck all sense
we must matyrdom of anything vaguely to affect us from the immigration discrimination of females construes a robot age
is in hay hay gay a witless half an ounce is a compromised other self (mismatched) try to be gay (needless or quietly needy) self sooner or later a compromised
3 degrees to drum my fingers is to status, by the way I cock and sneer fucks sake I ain't no snake my presence I would talk about
but slippage (she liketh wan and pretty certificatage) a degree like any profession means nothing level without a career change dancing to perform professional
suffrage a good groan you must have a dance degree half cocked and where has you been, taxidermi appropriateness de rigeur this is cinema
Occasionally I find an artist whose work fascinates and baffles me. Yell Saccani is one such artist. I have never seen anything quite like Yell's work, it strikes me as very original. If I was an art critic or historian in the West, I may describe Yell's work as "Outsider Art, composed using digital means with an accent on the macabre" or something similar. Of course, this labelling is rendered completely irrelevant when attempting to comprehend and appreciate art by Yell or similar artists from outside the West. Yell's art and work by other,similar artists will lead us to rethink our conception of art and art history in the West.
The above picture is entitled "Me Trying to Choose...Dark or Light?" by Yell Saccani (Copyright Yell Saccani - all rights reserved).