tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41225149116976023472024-02-22T01:01:48.431-08:00Pollenfire HoneybloodJustin Coateshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00623063199033575230noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122514911697602347.post-2848005887726084332009-09-03T20:56:00.000-07:002009-09-03T21:05:15.528-07:00Candy and Stellar Collapse<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">inside and out</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">I am an ever rotten and</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">rotting rainbow.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">I enjoy eating</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">myself in public,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">while simultaneously sucking</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">on the lollipop of failure</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">to kill myself; it is shaped like a word</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">and its shine is similar to that of a sad and sickening</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">representation.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Sometimes my ugliness</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">causes me to vomit all over those I supposedly</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">"love,"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">as they drink</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">in my melting color through</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">a very long straw; as they gaze</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">up at me and praise me</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">for my distinctive and divine</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">ability</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">to grow knives out of my eyes.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">It's all so nauseating</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">that it causes me to vomit a second time</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">in and endless</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">orgasm of refracted self-destruction.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">In this way,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">I have defied the inevitability of death and</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">will live forever</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">...just thought you should know.</span></div>Justin Coateshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00623063199033575230noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122514911697602347.post-42572184685123750632009-09-03T19:29:00.000-07:002009-09-03T20:50:01.209-07:00Pink Blossoms on a Wolf's Tongue<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZT23fgBDed79HTf6PwlA5nYdVc3_JRfqZJZt6Utw03bsV8Y76gT7XDW1S96c5kf-riOpYJaDL2VkrOjDsCRXhfyb2bvEWC5I_xEphNeg3ga6gRGfefoL5OncmyiZ8-vXzB-spfi6lwYA/s1600-h/IMG_0077.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZT23fgBDed79HTf6PwlA5nYdVc3_JRfqZJZt6Utw03bsV8Y76gT7XDW1S96c5kf-riOpYJaDL2VkrOjDsCRXhfyb2bvEWC5I_xEphNeg3ga6gRGfefoL5OncmyiZ8-vXzB-spfi6lwYA/s400/IMG_0077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377453755100646882" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTjYSQ4u1VQJCG3mIXVb5tu1Gq9V6ccvQ-vwDo6cps385KrPKZ49Xjr9Bu5dW067ClXZ6CFx_lz95iQ4xGjSYKeELoRjy-aEfD2zPpg-4FOTcngjIPVE1gUfbgh56WXfo8GDb1A0zAUSY/s1600-h/IMG_0076.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTjYSQ4u1VQJCG3mIXVb5tu1Gq9V6ccvQ-vwDo6cps385KrPKZ49Xjr9Bu5dW067ClXZ6CFx_lz95iQ4xGjSYKeELoRjy-aEfD2zPpg-4FOTcngjIPVE1gUfbgh56WXfo8GDb1A0zAUSY/s400/IMG_0076.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377453751215560834" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Stills from Stellet Licht (<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Silent Light</span>) by Carlos Reyagadas (2007)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; ">born in the nucleus of</span><br /></div></div></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">the Rabbit King</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">the poor in spirit brought warm winter soup</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and lambs unto slaughter wore garlands around</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">their throats</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and all the angels above sang light from</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">open wrists</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">but the baby just drooled on the ground</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">it just foamed from the mouth</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">like a rabid dog</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">it grew old as water's glow waned</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and dug for treasures hidden inside its</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">terrifying</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">body</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and rose higher and farther into the sky until</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">in the womb of a black star,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">it died</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">crying and laughing</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">at the same time</span></div>Justin Coateshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00623063199033575230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122514911697602347.post-28420198190585621442009-07-29T21:05:00.000-07:002009-07-29T21:09:49.033-07:00Fruit<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Reveal </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Reveil</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Reveal</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Reveil</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Reveal</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Reveil</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Reveal</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Vile are the hearts of all men</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Everyman is an angel of the Lord</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">An angel of God, Most High, Glorious</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">upon a golden throne</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">in Heaven on earth;</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">and lawless is His army</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Lawless and without body</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Fire-walking to their ocean</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">graves</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Sqealing like snails</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Salt in their torn shells</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Praising their pain with cinnamon</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">flowers that twist skyward in</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">fists</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">fits</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Reviling in their soil</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Calling up from their rotten deathbed</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Nipping at the final color of a fallen</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">tangerine</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Waves and waves</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">waves upon waves</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">of mercy</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">and of Spirit.</span></div>Justin Coateshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00623063199033575230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122514911697602347.post-11659464119284332832009-06-03T09:33:00.000-07:002009-06-03T09:52:08.046-07:00Rotten Soil<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibSUYADxENxXnI1DSM_NfMwJML3h06Sdm-TH-CRMDgILlown9E4eIkzqZj8Cg3kAGYz41IlItOFMa_wgla5SczlDR1yVm3IbhfaAc6sITT6vfVB17q-fFcqjrl_jDlm4Y-mep9p10cdoY/s1600-h/blurb200_lg.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibSUYADxENxXnI1DSM_NfMwJML3h06Sdm-TH-CRMDgILlown9E4eIkzqZj8Cg3kAGYz41IlItOFMa_wgla5SczlDR1yVm3IbhfaAc6sITT6vfVB17q-fFcqjrl_jDlm4Y-mep9p10cdoY/s400/blurb200_lg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343144777346969250" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=5157819"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Gregory Crewdson</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, "Untitled (Ophelia)," 2001</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">You can't crucify a hummingbird.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">No matter how hard you try.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But, if by a miracle, you succeed,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">the image of it,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">the sheer symmetry,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">the divine sensibility of its form,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and the Truth that drips like blood from its beak</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">will snatch up your soul in rapture</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and you will weep for the wrath of God,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">the Almighty One:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Who cultivates the tusk of the Mammoth?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Who harvests the appetite of the Hawk?</span></div>Justin Coateshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00623063199033575230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122514911697602347.post-9990582678449898722009-05-25T00:30:00.000-07:002009-05-25T00:37:53.691-07:00Clumps of Matter, Inter Acting<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">a rock in the shape of a perfect sphere</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">turning in my stomach</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">defying its fate upon the lips of water</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">rejected by the dirt</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">(its mother, the whore)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">receiving the fluids of plants and animals</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">sky and sea</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">the piss and tears from our little sun</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">the life-blood of time and space</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">turning in the center of me</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">denying its self</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">other people pass by</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">they put their hands in me</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Onto the shape inside and</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">feel me like a bloated baby pig</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">prepare me for dissection</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">ask me questions about myself</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">(their hands still deciphering my sphere)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">I go home and want to bathe</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">away</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">the afterbirth of normalcy</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">coating my neck</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">sitting on the top of my hand</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">talking to my face, saying:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">"Let me enfold you--</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">and all of your senses</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">your pain is not real</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">I'll show you</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">wake up, swallow</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">breathe in and out</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">drink liquids</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">vomit </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">touch bodies</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">fall</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">cut off your head</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">pretend to understand other people</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">while the fog of typicality</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">bleeds over your virgin eyes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">like the sunrise dies</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">sleep, and</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">repeat this day after day</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">in precisely the same manner."</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">The life of the living dead</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">is interesting to the same extent</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">that it is interesting how static electricity</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">makes the hairs upon my arm</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">stand and then sit down again</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">stand and then sit down</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">But, me</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">I am a kitten</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">pawing at a ball of yarn</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">on fire</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">and I prefer this</span></div>Justin Coateshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00623063199033575230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122514911697602347.post-4156910082993701742009-05-05T09:14:00.000-07:002009-05-05T09:41:53.067-07:00Stasis<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTddewDrckE5ZhY1DdWEroyHUsDZQ5l6Q3rmpGikKQDf0QNyjcq1OEyv0oLovHextphrVwaqNmQahb0Diy6MjatP04_7hvrIQ4sxL41jr5sbDprk6GRjjHFlNF0H1X2N-pcBWPXIvCy6k/s1600-h/marcel-broodthaers.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTddewDrckE5ZhY1DdWEroyHUsDZQ5l6Q3rmpGikKQDf0QNyjcq1OEyv0oLovHextphrVwaqNmQahb0Diy6MjatP04_7hvrIQ4sxL41jr5sbDprk6GRjjHFlNF0H1X2N-pcBWPXIvCy6k/s400/marcel-broodthaers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332378626852180418" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Marcel Broodthaers' </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://www.diagonalthoughts.com/?p=626"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">La Pluie (Projet pour un texte)</span></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, Belgium, 1969</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">On a day</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">once</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">but not today</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">a lizard</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">wrapped its arms around the earth</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">with</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">each kiss from its lips</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">the cement we all sleep on craked a little</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">bit </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">more</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">desert roses spouted </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">from the spots where</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">it salivated</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I saw this happen and approached it </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">with a bit of wetness</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">in my eyes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But the lizard</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">crawled into the sea</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I could not go there</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My home was far away</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I had to get home</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">to walk on my carpet </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">with shoes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">to move between walls</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and create</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">the meaning I manufacture there</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">in my home</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">washes over me</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">over my whole and enticing body</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">while I sleep</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">in my bed</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My appendages are made </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">from industrial plastics</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">They smell like dead </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">daisies</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I bleed in technological terms</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">that you wouldn't understand</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My body has been sterilized</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and its fluids replaced </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">with matter raped of motion</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The things I build are aesthetic wonders</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I stand</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">facing them as they face me</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I cannot go away from them</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">They are my shelter </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">from the stench of rain</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and the diseased dirt</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">the viciousness of flowers</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">These things I make are more</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">massive than the ground of all</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">being</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So as you can see</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">it was not possible for me</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">to go where the lizard went</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Though I saw my reflection </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">in its blue tears</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">as it slipped</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">into the ocean</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and though I looked up </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">from the ground and saw the sky</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">invite me in</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I am only human</span></div>Justin Coateshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00623063199033575230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122514911697602347.post-48202689997657231382009-04-29T23:52:00.000-07:002009-04-30T00:15:44.110-07:00Angel Pi, Lulla By<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGxVfNImSlkUt7CMRhrimgOV-zQfe2ABVJsYJZfqQi0BwrjnSjmtE3dsiyK3VXL_2X0JNCM3fDCB8daw3LvReosqBQNuV3Cs9D3fFk_OsQpx0pCyZ2um-ZXCbafFc_6y1wPYpon2QTOJY/s1600-h/ALYFR0089.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGxVfNImSlkUt7CMRhrimgOV-zQfe2ABVJsYJZfqQi0BwrjnSjmtE3dsiyK3VXL_2X0JNCM3fDCB8daw3LvReosqBQNuV3Cs9D3fFk_OsQpx0pCyZ2um-ZXCbafFc_6y1wPYpon2QTOJY/s400/ALYFR0089.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330378014670322674" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Francis Alys' </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://www.postmedia.net/alys/freematrix.htm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Paradox of Praxis</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Mexico City, 1997</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">little lamb</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">crying</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">crying</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">on the mountain</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">crying</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">atop the sacred</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and filthy mound</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">angel of death</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">floating</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">above her cloudy crown</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">like a glass wing-ed fly</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">like a wasp on fire</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">incantations</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">incantations</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">to a God who is bleeding</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">milk</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">alone</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">the eyelids of a strong animal</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">a lullaby</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">in sleep will come</span></div>Justin Coateshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00623063199033575230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122514911697602347.post-11357998398554415152009-04-27T00:00:00.000-07:002009-04-27T00:14:41.990-07:00a Garden<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwh9fE0e8Ri28BfqiSaFsNxFNWvzoFBPT9KmyaGUcktjwgbDS07MEbebdViAXrruJ6sMiSWZHHj5SIifCil_aL5qrWnczX66ryqpB-Jdx05JIZaOzpefaJjdhfJHAwIpa0zpMunmuL3B8/s1600-h/IMG_3344.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwh9fE0e8Ri28BfqiSaFsNxFNWvzoFBPT9KmyaGUcktjwgbDS07MEbebdViAXrruJ6sMiSWZHHj5SIifCil_aL5qrWnczX66ryqpB-Jdx05JIZaOzpefaJjdhfJHAwIpa0zpMunmuL3B8/s400/IMG_3344.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329266100722044882" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh08faxsEiTMHj9DmcPLPiFWVSsgPet_nwUXA7Sm6gJEQ4SGx9IXAuzXtMYquJYMFxe9d8eVA_TdgOqK2gNhFpHMFZOTKAy00oieZcV6ABEeFSs02OgAyrA-31-8ofeB9r4pdUiQOpNvZE/s1600-h/IMG_3353.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh08faxsEiTMHj9DmcPLPiFWVSsgPet_nwUXA7Sm6gJEQ4SGx9IXAuzXtMYquJYMFxe9d8eVA_TdgOqK2gNhFpHMFZOTKAy00oieZcV6ABEeFSs02OgAyrA-31-8ofeB9r4pdUiQOpNvZE/s400/IMG_3353.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329265953052591170" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQVl7MVmiJVgr2kRLLlI42ObfpKo53Ay5XMo-ZksyHxED635R_x4NUSU7m2tKaUvMlEt0BsP18kh_x_vafbsaZalDkiToTS95FUF27lownQZwyUHug1xBf-WuJfRqGofo-rQyp5zIB76U/s1600-h/IMG_3389.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQVl7MVmiJVgr2kRLLlI42ObfpKo53Ay5XMo-ZksyHxED635R_x4NUSU7m2tKaUvMlEt0BsP18kh_x_vafbsaZalDkiToTS95FUF27lownQZwyUHug1xBf-WuJfRqGofo-rQyp5zIB76U/s400/IMG_3389.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329265761745602130" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">we have tried to sew our miseries<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">to the tree wings of the bumble-bee</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and we once slept upon</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">the caterpillar's rainbow underbelly</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">while her peacock pupils spun a web of jubilee</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and received us, disintegrating</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">into their illuminated womb--</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">we almost died poetically, coalescing</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">without form and within eternity</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">piously, grotesquely, we cry rust</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">as the corpse of repentence is burned</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">a pyramid of roses acts as a primitive casket</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and floats like flame upon water</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">the smell, thick with power and victory</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">we are holding hands in satiated unity</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">in the glory of the fleeting sunrise</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">death all over us, having just gone for a swim</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">in the left over water of baptism</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">its so hard most always to melt away</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">out of existence, into oblivion</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and to be wept out of the literal </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">eyes of God--</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">please accept these flowers, every one</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">adorned in finite-ity</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and sucked from the belly of the air</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">wet with mud and gold</span></div>Justin Coateshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00623063199033575230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122514911697602347.post-46727417151971560572009-04-21T20:00:00.000-07:002009-09-03T21:10:47.526-07:00Light/Open Mouths<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC8L2Z4KwTnErakHosrdMzm1Ul6i7sARGuZEEBXuL_Zhif2ZSUI-kT1rHMjIrKuthOMTdnw_gTCqNMvDso2F80mUYVQE2oCOKEW1cax2I7gBqMey2X5CHXz3JxY5rxdpHIr3wc1M70SRA/s1600-h/DSC_0065.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC8L2Z4KwTnErakHosrdMzm1Ul6i7sARGuZEEBXuL_Zhif2ZSUI-kT1rHMjIrKuthOMTdnw_gTCqNMvDso2F80mUYVQE2oCOKEW1cax2I7gBqMey2X5CHXz3JxY5rxdpHIr3wc1M70SRA/s400/DSC_0065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327346465958846834" /></a>Justin Coateshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00623063199033575230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122514911697602347.post-1994376121471538972009-04-20T12:52:00.000-07:002009-04-20T14:09:22.631-07:00Floating in the Air, above the ground<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKrO-uvtj79NrpHfbOYzFlPJoaTFquq3bCrzjShXCJ_-RzNJrmmVczYgMOXc5cYvkJCmFv_4q7-_YhNV1D2RdnRM05ygotesbBM5BvRO5DQ7kgrT4nUvLzOo8_93jvKvdOv4jVpH4OeT0/s1600-h/I+like+American,+America+likes+Me.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKrO-uvtj79NrpHfbOYzFlPJoaTFquq3bCrzjShXCJ_-RzNJrmmVczYgMOXc5cYvkJCmFv_4q7-_YhNV1D2RdnRM05ygotesbBM5BvRO5DQ7kgrT4nUvLzOo8_93jvKvdOv4jVpH4OeT0/s400/I+like+American,+America+likes+Me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326863960919897906" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Joseph Beuys</span>' <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://www.tate.org.uk/modern/exhibitions/beuys/room4.shtm">I Like America and America Likes Me</a></span>, 1974 at the Rene Block Gallery, NYC<div>Photo: Caroline Tisdall</div>Justin Coateshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00623063199033575230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122514911697602347.post-90471579739339543002009-04-20T00:51:00.000-07:002009-05-05T09:55:14.005-07:00Infinite Seed and Spilling Into It<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBHCeHnDU5-PZewk5YQlk2rH6tExK_NKjrFoD5fMD3eLmcI3Z_HF0papksXCGDOMBnjTHjJ0g7msnJhPZ2tWb7lssS-rsXe-wxILzEzfPv0a9SIRX_XqKrsO1nFn-keh-XYj-Ipyf3yHM/s400/IMG_0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326680129436171170" /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Still clip from Daft Punk's <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fv36PMvjPIE">Electroma</a>, </span>2007</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Go on, look through my body of glass.</span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Manipulate the mirrors inside your eye</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">so as to illude my perfection into existence.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My driftwood heart is floating in a bath tub</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">of dirt.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And from this mountain, I can see the red star rise</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">in the ecstatic sky, like a colored-in triangle.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My eye lashes are attached to the vertical tug-of-blood</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">drops, sluggishly seeping out from an oblivious cloud;</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and, the black-night fire</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">is reaching down from somewhere to swallow</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">all<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Of the wild flowers, who will stand tall</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and weird?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and drip in the translucent shine of destruction?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Who will walk into darkness, eyes wide?</span></span></div></div>Justin Coateshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00623063199033575230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122514911697602347.post-3959868238673014232009-04-20T00:42:00.000-07:002009-04-20T01:14:56.633-07:00an Other Daffodil Disassembling in Tune<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKgDH_ATPODZVOc8b0E58gAO0_dHDFsHdzSw7NjlvnTMdjzLYym5ucvS03_47WZbgaOZ-cSvjDuIaVMpajZCXuTtZlmoOapgbtzCK3PXqo5m3I96KtSWK63C-hiZWxTdURMVMTrPyproM/s1600-h/The+Seeds+of+Stars+(2008).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKgDH_ATPODZVOc8b0E58gAO0_dHDFsHdzSw7NjlvnTMdjzLYym5ucvS03_47WZbgaOZ-cSvjDuIaVMpajZCXuTtZlmoOapgbtzCK3PXqo5m3I96KtSWK63C-hiZWxTdURMVMTrPyproM/s400/The+Seeds+of+Stars+(2008).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326677618272227090" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size:13px;">Sunflowers hold the seeds of stars</span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">on the tip of their heart's tongue,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">or in the wake of the wind's repose,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">and only the flutter-by knows.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She dances endlessly through the flame.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Ablaze, yet she will not consume,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">nor be consumed;</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">while her joy lives by candlelight inside her soul.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">We will whither the petals to tealeaves.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Light's blood will be forced down our throats:</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">a desperate medicine,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">a cure for our ignorance, unknown.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">In her sleep, we'll pluck her perfect wings,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">and blow at them, as if at the bare neck</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">attached to a dandelion's weary head.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Her body's parts will fall like rain</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">All over us</span></span></div>Justin Coateshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00623063199033575230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122514911697602347.post-48814693190260670112009-04-20T00:22:00.002-07:002009-04-20T00:42:25.379-07:00Love alone<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP3JrqJWr94CrhvvnP3IN5FPEMHyKmyPzBOubGumB5Uta7qSSpLaAQdmfruXJ-7c15x_T7Ln4SVP2qq6aKmpjZikVRt8PvWq2svC1TocmdPf_7z8viikf4TDSKePqPmIgNL132ryx_gcM/s1600-h/IMG_0042.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP3JrqJWr94CrhvvnP3IN5FPEMHyKmyPzBOubGumB5Uta7qSSpLaAQdmfruXJ-7c15x_T7Ln4SVP2qq6aKmpjZikVRt8PvWq2svC1TocmdPf_7z8viikf4TDSKePqPmIgNL132ryx_gcM/s400/IMG_0042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326675727016043202" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">I can feel my soul unraveling</span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Stitch by stitch,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">left for dead beside my body,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">a mound of tangled black thread.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Contorting itself into an everlasting cloud,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">it opens its mouth wide to suck the stars,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">and consequently drools upon my pillow: blood.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">My mind is drenched.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">I eat flowers to try<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">My mouth hole is open but no one can see inside.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">It is not me.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Carrying the weight of forests and ecstasty,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">I want nothing more than to be no more.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Existence itself oozes from my eyes like an infection,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">while I dream of the heaviest knife that never existed</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">meeting my glowing heart.</span></span></div><div><br /></div>Justin Coateshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00623063199033575230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122514911697602347.post-21772254402759857022009-04-20T00:14:00.000-07:002009-04-20T00:21:54.914-07:00Decomposed in the Foreword Fur of Eden<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh50qXM7p9R-fDaI8kVCBvdQp1TvFND2WQBFS4vSVDNeWbLr6mTfyk3cWsA_WXOU-Kb0y3CFITm1ojZoZVgAWDxDQEHsmgPrhC5pEcFTIgjsY81xy8QgITIrowq6aIejvmsb1-I_SCkFMk/s1600-h/Blood-Tear+Mountain.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh50qXM7p9R-fDaI8kVCBvdQp1TvFND2WQBFS4vSVDNeWbLr6mTfyk3cWsA_WXOU-Kb0y3CFITm1ojZoZVgAWDxDQEHsmgPrhC5pEcFTIgjsY81xy8QgITIrowq6aIejvmsb1-I_SCkFMk/s400/Blood-Tear+Mountain.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326670440329282978" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Morning</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">has passed, is gone.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">See morning.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Then, the yellow lake (and the cannibal fish),</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">the naked body,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">rotting,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">and the cloak denied.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">In the morning--</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">The ear that heeds not, the great mountain's soft song,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">when in the morning, you rise up and destroy,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">and the heart of the sun is licked at by our broken tongues.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Morning.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">has passed, is gone away.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">See morning.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Then, the black sunflower (and the adulterous bee),</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">the eternal winter,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">swallowing,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">and the fake snow.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">In the morning--</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">The owl that breathes not, into the mouth of the blood-horn,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">when in the morning, you awake and annihilate,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">and the sun suffers and settles down now over our rib cage, exposed.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Morning</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">has passed, is gone, </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">far</span></span></div>Justin Coateshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00623063199033575230noreply@blogger.com0