Shatter 2

Thank you to Miss Boux for letting me use her photograph in this picture.

A reflection on the "Postmodern identity".

Legenda Luceafarului

Vespers (17)

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

light vespers 16

rain

do construed Syllables count in the worktext ??

rain

the tons of moss in me

require more rain

consistent , but transparent moss-slick surfaces cover cheek bones and eyes

exposed

in open open daylight

and

child droplets slick, child droplets slick

rain again

rain chooses her footsteps carefully home

joining Platonic vegetation

Vespers (16)

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.

Rainbow Trail

This is an image manipulation; the spectrum was added in processing. I used The Gimp. The original image I took in the yard just outside LACMA (Los Angeles County Museum of Art).

I am a forested variety of depth

faraway

again

the couplets are enough evidence

the everlasting logs are, too

only ways are snapping along prepared magnetic beams

close

again

Vespers (15)

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

not yet, first burn

the Commission for the Promotion of Virtue and Prevention of Vice

.

Continuing experiments on a photograph by Miss Boux

Simon

@@@

@
and @
and @@
and @@@

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 ...

i like David E. Patton

19/09/2007

@ 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.

continents, sheila

i coded this scrap
and made it a canary story
an animation room

timepunctuationmapssssscriptbooks

animation rooms recall hungry texts somewhere
include needs
smoke
shouts

texts shouts texts shouts cheap

prayer rudiments riveting
on metal spokespeople
night this is the night zone of prints
the air balance gone

displaytalk with heavy skin
given to repertoirline

FontArialCourierGeorgiaLucida GrandeTimesTrebuchetVerdanaWebdings ha
SmallestSmallNormalLargeLargest ha


Preview
continents

Vespers (14)

many of the repertoire
gone hungry why is night
another time zone
the canary pounces on
a stick of gristle

faun line somewhere felt
prints cost hominy
this room includes
a punctuation shouts
maim into recall
coded language
animation givens

planks of prayer smoked
turn our thoughts to
riveting expressions
for another who in need
wants to have read
a self-mourned script

when balance kismet
there are rudiments
of how skin takes in
night air
also scrap
books metal continents
on maps held
in excrow

whose property is this
display things start
to slip the story
becomes who did
while the people
and spokespeople
watch and talk

.

Thank you to Miss Boux for letting me use her lovely photographs in this image!! :-)

Simon

Untitled

Miss Boux in full flow!!

Simon

Vespers (13)

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.

Hallways in the Sunset

Which one to choose...

Vespers (12)

prayer kisses
deflect the error
of misplaced light

roof pops
I forget to write
it down

summer lifts
the way a curse
is severed from view

no matter how still
intention proctors
gesture

meeting you
I lose color
of your eyes

if I write
I will remember all
but what is written

Back from the Moon (The poem "To the Moon" backwards)

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

Vespers (11)

over the litany daylight paths its press point

in a mint of field

in a field superimposed on choice of blooms one upon the other prompt

chastity

selenium york pincer

sprawl awake to farthing

adage lorn prose

soy machine

naturalness

extension

ploy

flank

bedankerie

chance fraught with

chum

lambast

vault

apprise

vaunt

glyphic

flaunt

show(er)

flaut brass

Mechanism 1

"Crystalisation" technique with mechanical flavour!
Much thanks to MissBoux and CGRob whose photographs are somewhere within! At this point abstracted out of any recognition.

Simon

To the Moon

appropriateness de rigueur this is cinema
half cocked and where has you been, taxidermi
suffrage a good groan you must have a degree
to perform dance

a career change dancing at professional
level means nothing without
a degree like any profession
(she liketh wan and pretty certificatage)

I would talk about slippage but
fucks sake I ain't no snake my presence
is status by the way I cock and sneer
or drum my fingers

to 3 degrees or sooner or later a compromised
self (needless or quietly needy)
is a compromised other self (mismatched) try to be gay
yah yah yag a witless half an ounce

of female construes a robot age is in
discrimination
to affect us from the immigration
we must martyrdom of anything vaguely

scientific or that otherwise makes fuck all sense
neither histoire (slippage 2)
animalism (perennial slips)
my director is an eighteen year old girl

It sucks! But I'm further from human essence
by acting out its condition - I don't compare women
to animals (I leave that to women)
feminism is its opposite after all

is said and done I don't expect no money
from it moon 10
looking at Google Earth we see
how we're all fucking omniscient

drop the phrase Matthew Arnold hyperperplexiaparadoxium
this is hapax legomenon
by discontinuity I am original
stop

aloha akhbar

the blue in foam's brown eyes

paternity is influenced by breeding synchrony and density in the common yellowthroat kevin

morose you vend
your west end
corrosive flith un
toward becourse

the monody in yellow
paint thrift dumbs d
own fence city
alongside leavening

synchronously commodious
stylishly wide
concentric as an oval
wannabe oh yes and mild

lab ratatouille gives
bratlight to the masses
singular whose opacity
threads dark with pearly flight

is it a job it is a job

to be
to do
to think
to be
to do

natural not natural
synchronous not synchronous
accurate not accurate
clear not clear
pure not pure

Yell Saccani

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).