nocturne communique/nocturnal e-mission
i am a deadpan sensualist, a listener lacking in phatic expression, the beauty of a partner in transgression.
textual relations/e-ruptions
first piece of pie. first pair of pants. first post-coital cigarette.
circulating an empty space. like a hive that has been hollowed. hatful of hollow. all the vibration happens in surface pockets.
we are not searching for an inside and an outside, but for coordinates that point to an excess that is not reabsorbed into a system of objective violence.
dead rat on the sidewalk. preserved in ice. or dry as parchment. either way disgustingly in opposition to the life and lithe footsteps that dance round it. lost in new york city.
a knife in the hand is worth two in the bush. i know the knife but not its function. i know the handle but not the key. i know the wavering reflection of "i" in kn"i"fe. when all is said and done, when all is just doing, just silence, a juicy silence. cuz it's not quiet but there are no words, no presumptions of understanding but just reaction. yr body is divided into infinite discrete points of light and entry and intrigue and i can push up against it or i can get into it or i can face the literality that extends beyond or rather presupposes semiotic abstraction. cuz you know more than surrender and you know what i'm after but you also know how to make procession count.
LOOK!
arctic unicorns in icy display
bat for lashes - moon + moon
1 comment:
there's just a few things, honey
I'm not old enough to do for you.
And they're the things, momma
You just never care to show me.
So this flim-flam lover boy
Found him a flamingo.
And his flamingo
Showed him how to tango.
And when they tangoed
It'd send their heart's a ‘flutter.
Teased him 'till he'd stutter.
Made him so young and tender.
Sweet to surrender
And so sweet surrender.
In sweet surrender.
sweet surrender to love.
But now you're gonna go out
And get yourself
A reputation.
But I'm gonna have to show you
Where to start.
And then you're gonna bring back
Your little reputation
And prove to me
What I could not prove to you.
'Cause I was just too young at heart.
I'm just too cold, honey.
Just too hard to care.
Just too hard, 'right
Sweet surrender
Surrender to love.
If we could
Just surrender
Love would heal the mess we've made.
So give it up, momma
It 'aint gonna be no good
It keeps goin' 'round and 'round.
You hurt me.
Then I hurt you again.
All that's left to do
Is give it up
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