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).