WhiskeyInTheJar

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0zEZriQOA2o

There is whiskey in the jar.

And Twenty Shoes.

Cannot Do Multiple Reproductions

Cannot do multiple reproductions
but cropped off intentional
looks on the thick detail of life
which have their fixed identity.

Through this tight rectangle
looks at the world upside
down encourages abstraction:
is it Art, Your Name is Woman?

At this point she takes
a scalpel to time itself
and dissects human e-motion
unstable on tripod feet

- this world as fragments
not as perfect wholes -

verisimilitudes, your muse,
meanwhile, looks down on a pile,
of marking, cross & redpens; idiot-proof,
bemuses herself with stable lies ; presses on.

Aan...

Aan...

Een gat in jouw muur mijn lijf
een speldenkussen als mijn zintuig
mijn kunst ik jouw muur schrijf

dan werken wij samen heel loos
zonder aanraking vol spanning
mijn kromme vingers nagelen
lange scherpe krassen harde
lijnen een streep door zetten
jouw behang graffiti heel cool
heel sexy ongevuld maar zwoel

My Twenty Shoes

Anne Sexton - As It Was Written

Earth, earth,
riding your merry-go-round
toward extinction,
right to the roots,
thickening the oceans like gravy,
festering in your caves,
you are becoming a latrine.
Your trees are twisted chairs.
Your flowers moan at their mirrors,
and cry for a sun that doesn't wear a mask.

Your clouds wear white,
trying to become nuns
and say novenas to the sky.
The sky is yellow with its jaundice,
and its veins spill into the rivers
where the fish kneel down
to swallow hair and goat's eyes.

All in all, I'd say,
the world is strangling.
And I, in my bed each night,
listen to my twenty shoes
converse about it.
And the moon,
under its dark hood,
falls out of the sky each night,
with its hungry red mouth
to suck at my scars.