BEATFUL STONES
Felix Rian Constantinescu 2016 Muzei Noastre... Motto „Imagine all the things to cope I close my eyes that gives me hope It pures the silence” Stevie Nicks, Every Day
1. THE LETTERS OF THE UNPERSON Felix Rian Constantinescu 2016 – A GUITAR # Just a yellow brown toneless guitar That my parents bought me when they lived You cannot play anything on it Is like the dead soul of my Mother But soul nevertheless so I know That this loose strings guitar is a memory A moment in time worthy to be celebrated So I keep it nearest and sadden for her silence.
ON RELIGION X#
I am a worshipper of trees and ruins And walked the land forevermore Like Isak walking I have seen God and man The ignorant peasants talking and spading the earth I cannot work the earth like the hermit rodents So my love is born of Plato like the love of dor And everytime I go on the road in the field I hope to see myself but I never do my friend my tomb Like it would be that my soul is just this land Is made of earth and could be cultivated Like the Getshemani the garden of treason And decided hopeless unresponded prayer.
ODE TO A DNA # Two straws of hair growing around each other From eternity A black one and a white one like the Eskimo dogs You The DNA acid, unkind as the poison of the spider Bearing vases with Oxigen through the great halls of Valhalla And I am the soldier dead on the battlecamp somewhere You just come to the snow in which we all die and you are the Frost But more than that I put you under the microscope under the telescope under Gamma Rays I put you in the Shroud of Turin on the Tower of Eiffel
But still could not see you hear you know you meet you Are you a god an unknown god where are your temples Where are your believers Since my birth I believed that love is prophecy So in the Name of God I the Truth Call you Love. TO A MICROSCOPE +# Teller of diamonds and of infinite grace Green microscope made by the singing dwarfs With stones of glass locked in your steel body A mechanism of truth and measured reason In your three eyes I look for deeper truth And wonder at your discovering design The eye of eye of eye until the hidden You who transform every corpse in stars I wonder if you had the power to put me under What would you see with your eyes of stone Am I a star nothing less or man As every man before me going to the dead? THE LAD # You I sing youthful lad of the schools With eyes bright and a heart of blood Discovering the world of tricks and wonders Making one of know and play and love Whate'er mistake or pain ever be forgiven
For your tender brain and soft seed of your spirit You give the old school worth and no one Not even the old Schoolmaster is worthier than you. MELANCHOLY AND BLUES # If we grasped the color of the night What it would be not black nor blue The indigo of prostitution streets And the dazzling city lights of metropolii But night has no color just the tempting dark Inciting to sin and the new vices and ruin You can see it in the eyes of the packs of teens Discovering the world and soul damnation So my solace and redeemer is Melancholy The Blue Angel teaching me of Time And men who live to be -- like the mosquitoes And love in sorrow just to die of love. Selbstmörderpavillon (#) Empty halls in december Only the poor or desperate are here Outside the walls carved with names and years Liza 1960, Theodore 1957 Only the cleaning lady comes and cleans And the tired doctor drinks coffee with the nurses A sense of impermanence like anyone is cured Or dead And no one is locked up It's a wonder if Moș Crăciun will come at least to The women and girls
At least the priest would come and pray in the dining room Would be cool Cluj gets chilly And there's nobody out-there So a priest or a mythical figure could stand to excuse the absence of God. Working # We could build a monument a colossus a family Make our apprenticeships learn the masonry and geometry We would buy land and rise huge walls on them We would buy the bricks from the poor people And pay huge wages to the skilled masons We would put it plainly in the papers that we erect a wall More than an arch of triomph or a old tower buried in rust Our children would go at night with their cars and scribble Profanities about our beliefs the very core of our ideals Of modern purity - We would divide the ovo of the world In two the left side or the right side or the right side and the left And in the night we will be unseen at watch as the calm tigers We would protect our ideal - if only we would start today working. GIRL IN NATURE +# The girl wait sun depart from her soul The earth is raped and robbed far away She is alone like the lake alone water Moon A cosmos and time are before her her life The unknown of her life her nameless love The orchard is neutral with no fruits or flowers Mother awaits her dead in the cemetery And the sun is now away and she rises up.
THE EMPTY TRAIN # The train rides empty on the side of the river Inhabited only by a few commuters and robbers After crossing the steel bridge it sings like a whale Draging itself on the ground like an electric snake Up the hill is the old dungeon destroyed by the peasants And the forest of oak and bullfrogs and blueberries People die of sickenesses in the huts near the villas And the community events are football and drinking The railway-station is blocked with rust brown commodies And the train is now a memory of the other life lived right here Like the memories of an embrion heartbeating inside the woman The train is no longer part of the village - has its own way alone Another life the good one though we not know not even now What was so particularily good about it maybe the stolen beer The stolen meat and the kindness of the train official letting you go Inside only a game of cards is played and a woman reads the Time The card-players are the workers, the last workers - working But they still have time to laugh eat pig-lard and muse at the Colored drawings of the cards with servants, knights, women, And Kings and the woman is just a woman going to her cousin. SIGH IN A CEMETERY (#) Abandonment to the genii as to lovers
A life in self-denial abort in tunes The sense of losing once again the life And tiredsome walk to the ruins and spirits There is none there no man nor demon Just stars unborn prisoners in frescoes And the beds of the dead in anonymous grin & poetry with tender lips and eyes too old. TO A GAY FRIEND (#) Sweet friend of youth I remember you And your dear friendship me you bore Now we are grown no more stagg deer Al'most no more glee in our hearts of minds Then all our life was pain and sufferring Ununderstood and all the much desired A puzzle of the hearts in brain's cold toy And now we're dead forgotten in the world If there's a meaning in man's wretched life Then we should know for none had been More inquisitive then in all life's ornaments But life has no purpose and so not we – So die my friend and to God go as you please You were not born of your will nor of mine And me aswell and when you will arrive to the Banker of secrets - what will you say - loved me? TO AN EMIGRANT (#)
You want to leave the revolute world Go in another and I won't implore you You have your little suitcase and your Money - and a fresh will to start anew Like the wine - let's not think what Or when - lets live the moment - and Die and let die - so to the west my sad Traveler - and leave behind the tomb Of your Mother and your Father's vine And go where none can find you please But pray for what you leave behind. REFLECTION ON A YOUTH WALL (#) There is something in youth - the ignorance of evil The few seconds when you have all your life Right there unlived before you - and you hope - in Nothing In your own smile reflected on a thousand screens Yes there is something in the youth years The age of not knowing anything and Innocence And may be that Time is but a Lie to Tell That Soul Changes Heart and there is no Hope. The Hitchhiker & the Road (#) The trees sleep in permafrost Winter has come like december fish The street new every house newly painted Stars do not exist nor people Just cars soul-less mechanisms watches And the Hitchhiker a worm in the Road The day is cold like a bottle of wine And just the cars pass-by automatic
In the robot city robot cars robot hitchhiker. Humbleness (#) All life I longed for lamb's timidity Hard thing to get since I have claws And all this cat teeth and a hunger For meat. I am not a lamb nor can be But what I am what beast or deity That I inspire world all this catharsis What beauty is in me and what squalor Beyond t/ humble - angel-like & demon? WHEN DEATH VISITS (#) Death the Almighty King knocks and enters He is well dressed and polite and asks for hearts Your wait is finished lastly and you are anxious For the journey - He woos you and wants you In his bed - will you go? - to the New World To the lilies and butterflies - hungry for you Will you give him your lips and heart to eat Will you regret when you will be dead & away ? Death comes like a pretender - not to be refused Dressd in his suit and dead eyes and the black limo And all the regret of the world and home's farewell Death visits and you not know if you are asked by Doctor Mengele or Virgin Mary - and you go crying Like the bride - O Death your Love is everlasting Like the love of a Sequoia or the sleep in snow
& you offer precious rubies and emeralds to t/ Earth. TO ANGER (#) I've watched the old gray masters who tamed anger Love of God lead them to perfection I do now know I know'n my head's computer That use brings the calamity of feeling Man is a hurt robot made of sand and death W/ no power over himself or man A rotten puppet marching to the Ocean Of Mind and Introspection - knowing Hope lies in hoplesness & everyday rejection The mind of man broken in thought and image Inside mankind arising like the tears of termites. TITANIC ASYLUM (#) The halls are damp with moss and unteared tears And old and mad infants and fighting rodents The woman with no leg the Child with no Mother The crematorium breathes bodies to heaven Over the village - peasants walk blind and eager for Night - by the morgue a big dog sits hungry for life. MAN OF STUDY (#) Books - prints - old writings of the wise Ancient experiences that shaped the world So reach out and touch God and write Find the hidden meaning of the cosmos
And go to the dead wiser and let them know This is what you want so waste no time Go into your cell rewrite the universe And drop a dime f/ the ones you leave in Hell. PROCLAMATION (#) I believe in traveling - from Hell To Paradise - to walk like the Pilgrims To Jerusalem - to wander like the sick Knight - I believe in traveling and Love I believe that man should walk far and Broad - to linger at the Causeways alone Or in love - to look in the Lake and Sky To die on the Road - and not be Forgiven. TO GOD. A COMPLEX RESOLVED (#) Come with us to the great Waltz The blue Music of the Moon and Stars Come & stay with us & Prey on our Souls You are the Saviour & the Tormentor; The Saviour again - Tormentor of our unseen Souls - Left Alone in the absence of You And your Dreams - betrayers and betrayed; You are the God we wish Not kill anymore. THE INSENSIBLE POET (#) Inside the oceanic shell of his bones awaits For revelation of the words and poetic pleasure
Lives for posterity and eternity alone Silenced by the roses of his dreams Sees not the meaning of the world And writes unceasingly like the apostles There is no pain in him or in creation And blue is just another twilight word. TO LOVE GENIUS (#) I deplore you Genius of the World Sad atavism of the Lost Garden What's in your Heart I do not Know One two five six or Pardon You - tired Engine of the Spirit Always killed by the Simpleton & Weak Love Genius are why Arts exist You only my Loneliness comes Seek. TO A SYMBOLIC EXIT (#) On young poet Hai Zi's death.
Death must be a metaphor A bag a Bible a book of stories A Romantic novel and the Kon-Tiki Raft. Dead - chopped-off by the Procust Train - The butchered brain of China
And something that evades. MOON THINKING (#) In the Night - I am not alone Although I do not know the modus I am with Someone - with the god of Night Looking at me with his empty eyes Inside books people wonder if not Live - inside books - I live: Inside the Night as we all - I walk On Clouds and Wait the time to Fall. IN THE MIND OF GOD (#) The Star moves in the Mind of God Relentless & frozen lost in Logic & equations. Just a brain of Meat and Soul - - Heart In the Morning the Errand to the Market And the few Money in the Sock Childhood and Angels and old Age And the Angelus chant. TO A WHITE POET (#) Discovery of Man and of the World Friends are few they saw - 4 or 5 at best But isn't Intoxicating this perpetual Orgasm?
- Always with the right People Never a Bum or a Hobo a Negro a Homeless A Loser - Friendship enwings us to the Peak - Like Vultures and prototype Zeppelines The last Illusion of our Times. R. S. THOMAS (#) We look a/ life's Wound Prophetic As to a Libellula quadrimaculata Or R. S. Thomas alone in a Book Or City – with living Uncertain Eyes - What's more to Get? What's more to Live for? - Except Those Cat eyes & the Nothingness o/ Alone Unselfunderstood Spirit. TO A GIRL (#)
The brain was dead Reversed polaris of anima And heart was perculating As an electric water-pump The disarticulate movements The silence of the street And the cry Lord Jesus mercy me. COMPLEMENTARISM
(#) .To China
I am just a cheese doughnot But something makes me special Don't know what - I'm a lamb grower Maybe your radiosongs There's a complementarism in our friendship I eat all my cabbage with meat and think You work & as my Mom wish help I can work & you can learn. A CHRISTMAS TREE IN CHINA + (#) In China There is a big tree An evergreen The tree walks What is wrong with you Tree? Say the mountains of ice But the Christmas tree waits Xmas. WORDS FROM T/ GIRL (#) I love you tells you the unconscious girl Walks w/ you on t/ paths & asian bridges Inside brain – the darkness of darkness Like the interior of bee-hives or tombs
You - light – burn for the machine or life You god of t/ patron truths of heaven & hell The one t/ never die or lie – sacred oblivion Burn your secrets in t/ abbey of 86 bn cells. AT THE PSYCHOLOGIST + (#) The telephone is useless - uniting Two dead planets – Moon and human Dreams -- nobody existing -- the reality Of the era – and no one deserving to be The library too – a treasure of corpses O – man – o – woman – what is in Thee? – in me – my embraced trees of rot and Soul – Half heartbeat and half sacred... Cemetery of books dead in my broken eyes River without spring – please – the origin Of logic – be gentle with these Children Failing w/ centuries f/ homework or Death. Recollecting Sylvia Plath (#) The pause on the road blank and Alone - the moment when one isolates And thinks the modern thoughts and Puts them in practice - this is t/ worst Failure success sex/ love suicide - all Leading to theology and waste When - a Dog howls in Agora - will The mad twentieth century end?
LAKE DISTRICT + (#) A destination - like the Westminster Abbey A place to rest on the excuse on good books With all the lakes and angelic soft stones With Wordsworth & Coleridge in t/ West Wind the undying instinct - of life unvanquished or losing the decision to live at any cost - to live adamant like the hermits and rodents & a/ night to enter back in t/ crematorium. Mother. A Lullaby (#) Mother is a Romantic word Carved under a fortress Or in solidified eternal salt & dead Mother stainless; Where a/ you? asks t/ orphan None reply except t/ stone of tears My postwar Mommy - did galaxies Took form? - One? Cosmos? YELIZAVETA YEVGENYEVNA. A CAROL + (#) Beautiful - a bit manly - with a decided spirit Probably a painter or a pianist with cinema Lips and big dark Child eyes - sits like a poet A poet maybe - t/ love of A. I. Solzhenitsyn?
Could be - who knows now? - they are all dead In the dark book of their life - and her smile & Look on British paper - who are you Yelizaveta Yevgenyevna: a lover?: a victim in love exile? I look at you now on the holy day and think I prefer to think that you did not waste your Life & feelings – that you loved – Solzhenitsyn Stalin: whoever – a dog – b/ n/ sit Saturn sad. TO AN OLD PHOTOGRAPH + (#) A mannequin - not of t/ surface b/ of t/ soul Of surface too - delicate and high-time A woman - from day H - infernal little girl Witch with a tuned soul – unloved An old woman walking alone on the road Childless or barren or bereft - crazy With words and silences & dead friends A portrait of youth and pleasure years. PSYCHOPATHS (#)
The common sadbrain rot - like In bark of trees & t/ fish heads Ext. life and own existence seen On the blackscreen of the need To kill - to kill - just to kill randomly Without explication - just to provoke Undesired death - despondents left
Alive - A Godplay - mad luciferic I's. EMILY'S GAY CHILD (#)
A gay man - n/ wishing to be thus Just existing - like the water pot Like Perpetua & - mauve Saturn A martyr? - Of what? - who can Agree/ - George Michael - greek The preacher singer & bluesman An adored excluded - the year of Youth & abuse - hm/btf Jesus Mother sick with self-torture - lone Endures - permanent sense of loss And religion - unsatisfied omens Gossiping friends & severe society Mistaken dreams - She doesn't Live - _Her_ Child is a homosexual Why? - She blames the abortion And lives for nothing - hurt pride. SOUL. A STREAM (#)
Stream of soul - men and women Girls and boys - unconscious Proteus Spirits' communion from one to another Through time - life breathing by posterity The unseen spending the _being_ - every Man an eye - a space built with art/ When life will not be - will be
An a x i o m a - doubted and cornellian. ENLIGHTENMENT (#) Satanic brain - reproved to the core Light burning itself in t/ carved pumpkin Books - not books - handmade dictionaries The art of article - and word lapidarium Pictures of great men & courageous w/n Prodigal Childs and Novgorodian icons Life lived in the writing cell - @ t/ notebook T/ ones - sacrificing t/selves 4 t/ poor. GROUP BEHAVIOR (#) The church - the school - the army - social Truths – the horas - pass-by gms: success & Torture - & all the laughs of t/ cool people - meaningful occupations - hobbies – science The paria condition of the solitary – kids – never Remain in books & dreams – alone - unperson Beauty - Moses rule in reverse everywhere & Beat hearts praying f/ ending – Death Redentor. SONY + (#)
Tape Walkman – innerworld & autism – C 15/97 Cliff Burton Bach Duke Ellington
& Louis Armstrong & Solitude & Ich ◌ dich – said to the wall – Sony Angst Dire Straits thrash rap guitars Angst P/Floyd Swing pop flower-power San Francisco '80s T/ J.H. Experience concertos Teofil Phoenix & Pittiș – double-bass & kigo. HEAD MUSIC (#) Meditations - bypass - piano Electric - sadness of the lobes - head Music overdose - music, just music Instead of everything: orgasm or play Memories forgotten downtown - key change And the silence - like a cell - monastery or Prison - love after love like Cluny Stone - meaningless life - & redemption. A LIFELONG QUARELL (#) Angry words and beats - self-destruction Everyday loss - a furious God – 1 more family Hidden to wall of meek howls and silence Furious-youth Father & Punk Child – echec Dead Mother - eloped relatives - bitter - a Name with no future - the despise/rejection Of Xtians and stable spirits of society – art battle & anarchy - & no answers but WWII.
ANSWERING THE PHONE (#) Wait: if you would answer now I'd Say that there are many people Around - workers poets business -women - and they all deserve a Destiny you'd probably say they Do not quest it - and there is a Lack of logic in our love, I would Think; you do not answer, I n/call. ON SEEING A COUNTRYSKYLARK + (#) for Eliza She speaks - about beautiful moods Alone in the pulpit - preaching the Unseen - atheist religion of smile & silence - She is beautiful – not Like the wind or a morn of May Melodic lips - true - and everything Contained in sound not letter - She Sings - a skylark - finds my soul. THE BAD PARENT + (#) Looks down the road - kept Alone thinking of the dead & Broken - self-accusations - regrets Like egrets falling upon him in One frozen kiss - the embrace of
His young years - he _was_ young When e/thing was possible & at hand - waits death coming w/ t/ groceries. Epitaph (#) A Child's friend - actor and teacher Of enlightened years - of worlds and Meanings - a dead brain - dead serious - dead man - no - a suicided urchin Walking from one indigo blackboard To another - like Peter Pan running From death to never - a madman Puck on anything killing my C/hood. A blackbird beak (#) ĂŽn the Prunus armeniaca the blackbird - black With intimations - with her red painted beak - looks at me friendly - She knows - I am a Blackbird aswell - a poet of villages and time Blackbirds show only in early winter like The circus - giving to Children glee & The Mothers sand - but they do not Sing - only look for crumbs & fellowship w/ Cats. 2. BEATFUL STONES The beauty & the dead (#)
She loves him - a dead boy - sweet Once - a puppet/Joe Doe somewhere - anonymous friendless - pastless - lifeless - corpus - a shell of 1 time meaning and thought - but can he still _love her_ - gossip the old church ladies And the young Mothers - and mean city - a Mystery - a secret of the depths - dead. The Outsider + (#) Lives outside the poor village Far from the wet cemetery and The old and new house church He is alone there - only with a black Cat and mad Daughter - a Maria Bolkonskaia - true - not dismissing God - he is a God - an old migrated Shaman & Judge of G-d & good Is The peasants revere the man and /mock Him - exclusion - like of a Master Of painting or sorcery - he mutters Unfaith - and nobody visits t/ table.
Love is a British Movie + (#) Love is a British movie
Life a French one Coproductions useless Movies about language And one kiss In tweed and Natural born Natural born
under sky requiteness gentleman Lady.
Tear (#) We come in sleep to the Beautiful gates - warriors In dream - and someone Speaks in our burning brain A demon maybe or an angel We do not know life's Answers - and on Christmas Night - miss someone alone. Asperger dogmas + (#) World is stupid. 6 is evil. Brain is blind. Love is fake. Death is now. God is me. Satan is I. World is I. Man is bestia.
Jesus is lamb. The singer + (#) Alone at the microphone - long dress Dancing and praying in the sphere Auditorium - with the friendly bass-player And keyboards girl - and four thousand Hearts - she sings about things felt And the magic world - a place to be A place to dissappear in happiness or Not/ness - t/ Bermuda of love & now. Roads (#) I always think of concepts & roads Which is strange today I never Travel - remember long travels In the night to Blakmen monastery Or the hurried pace at the crossroad Where demons wait & easy-picking Pebbles in the road like the mindless Birds - forgotting t/ reason of walk. Unkindness + (#) Hitler was very bad - very _Unkind_ - the way of refusing Love or business - Hitler Is the demon of we all –
And so - reasonless - we plan Holocausts in our steerless lives We burn ourselves or others At the stake - Joan, Anna, Ana We _are_ unkind - every king can Say - so there is no use pretending There is no final solution to soulgeld But accepted tears and endurance. The madness of witchcraft. An allegory + (#) Leaves of bookplants - researched by the Disturbed - for life or death - sole salvation Biochemical miracles and social respect A family line of mental illnesses and Glory - in crime or pure moments In religion or war - the lifeless brain Rule of the neverkissed - except one Time - the psychopath heroes - & poetry. The Painting (#) Jesus replaced Apollo - can be seen in heads The idol of lightgiving - Jesus A solar figure - sun's Replacement - bigger than the sun Funny though - if one thinks He being a man - tired
And crying and preaching about going To the bathroom -- Apollo _was_ a god. The Rat (#) Runs in the shop squeaking Afraid - I could squash it Black and funny - useless Without meaning - or friends Here - hiding from the neighbor's Little tiger - a rat - arrived From the damp ploughed field - I close the door - & walk away. Complexity (#) Some are just beautiful - others Write well - or dance divine Make the best mouse-traps - others cry and preach and do Comedy - man comes in various Shapes and sizes - in w/man sts In tragedy/drama or smiling girls Sentimental for the romantic boys. Three musicians (+) (#) Three musicians - playing the harp Some oriental far-eastern never heard
Instruments - Buddhist and Ancient One is the star of the group - other The apprentice - between them is the Spirit - the spirit of Tokyo - an older Lady - Japanese - who's grain of being Cries cosmic - I want to live - leave me Alone - sounds from the heart and logic Born in the War - like the morning-sun You can see me - but you cannot touch Me - I have no logical truth to give. Leaving home (#) I put Johnny B. Goode in the Mp3/player tk w/m Poesii Maiorescu And my medication and walk out The door of miracle - to poetry Ready - a bit feeble but good And just walk somewheres - like Huck Finn Davy Oliver Matia Romain Kalbris Linda Maria Baros writing. The white dress + (#) Every girl's dream - a pure Glowing on her vowed body Baptized w/ God & offspring Seamed in times of loneliness
In secret - like guilty masturbation - she wants t/ dress - she _needs_ It - ant the stone church - and walk o/t/ aisle - alight and white - Virgin. The house at the crossroad (#) Always the same - in light or Dark - full of books and Silence - the cry of dead Mother and the mourning Of the other - the house Of the crossroads is barren And the road to the castle Blocked with a Communist Fence - generations of builders And died - Child getting old Walking to the big cemetery - one day - here spirits visit - and demons wait - but more Than that - a hermitage - a place To find your mind - when You lose it - far in the world. Melancholy. A dor (#) National virtue - self-deprivations - superlove Feeling storms - unrequitted tears - brain pain - silence together - and alone - lost in books And collected memories - ancestors friends
With spiders and volves - the taming of the Aspid in the communion glass - sadness & Virtue - a life lived with brief embrace and Replay - girls with rocky eyes & lovemyths. Prayer (#) After a long day of poetry in t/ amfora Of heavy head pottery nothing remains But prayer a gesture aword like a Piece of cloth in the swollen mouth Choking it time of beautiful words Has gone/come and in the rough Nerves the wait like in an official Room or a mental institution crowded & alone. Madonna + (#) Mother of God and trouble - 17 Sits enthroned in the television Sorceress & adolescent - lover Young - the deer of the cosmos Born for birth and love - woman Adored by human history - antichrist & teacher - bowed down in earth Nameless & abandoned - Mother. Social barriers + (#)
Love obstructed by wealth - family Aborted by racisms & epithets - what Will she do when Daddy returns From prison - who marries the sick Girl - the God of the gay and insane Law and piety - enciclica of fraternity - stalker boy - bad girl - the no goods T/ multitudes - friendless kids on welfare. The psychopath + (#) Redemption in a Girl - pedophilia Demon - murder rape suicide A prince's madness - and all The vices and gods - the Parcae Drunk at the Infant's head - a killer In every war in Europe - a shouter Twister - snake - a deadman - devil A Child - alone too much happy/sad. Seeds of grass. A prophecy (#) In the night of George Michael's exit I dreamt a dream coming to me Timely - I was sucking me again Wasn't very nice though - and There were seeds of grass in
My dreamely uncircumcision - I Was taking them out w/ my tongue Revelations come and go - but This brainia strange and moving. To a Christmas Death. Homiletics (#) Singer - young man - one hears people Die - but never _sees_ it - never grasps A concept death is not - and yes - you Were gone with the Christmas carols Who entered for you - Marley? - Jesus? Answers are there but unspokable In death on Christmas there is a light Like the wise sadness of Child forever. Alzheimer (#) I wonder on the meaning of diseases Alzheimer for instance - what Does it mean - what is life trying To say - to teach the old and man To forget-the past? - grudges - instincts On top - what is to forget and why Is needed - the Holocaust - and what About the millions of years and slaves? Or is it a signal - to remember? - to try The Mothers - the dead - the lovers Or Saints - sorrow and sin - just to Remember - like the Mississippi time.
Fantasies (#) Visions - memories and fantasms - recicling & feeling lost - pleasure – images – a try for Beauty - negation of loneliness - Joy of Life And oh - brokeness mended - for now If we are still human and sin is not here Faith hope love written by the prophet And our life - to love a person - to love Just to love - in sin and secrets – broken. Oil filter (#) I found it on the side of the road While coming home on foot and I took it as a knick-knack - metal Instead of porcelain - in the window Black dirty filled with grinded pebbles Filled with olive salt - A symbol of the Industrial man - to me - the walker T/ bum - t/ primitive - t/ biblical Child. The rape (#) End of highschool. I accompanied a girl To colleges - to see the student market A dear one - a dear one - and there I Took the drinks -vodka - and I made my
Move - I kissed her holding her - and And what I did - one of my sexual assaults Was a psyche rape to Her - now: friendless I don't ask f/giveness some don't - just cry. The Poster. Portrait of an Artist (#) Sits in his room barefoot w/ the lamp And personal computer - looks a/ t/ Keyboards with hallowness - with Regret - he will never make them Sing - he just copy/pastes videos And meaningful scenes and universal Art - he is an artist of posting - and He knows it - like Beethoven/Nightingale. French origins (#) Noble - from the Medieval Loire of fortressess And visions - a world devoted to the Immaculate Conception - defeated warriors of d'Arc - exiled In all the Orbus - the old Polignacs - Romantic Birds of centuries - with the mind & superlogic Brain inscribed in castle towers - in the faith Of France - artists of war and grammar - losers French origins - undying - braindead & heartful. Me and the Witches (#)
Every now and again witches spell me Defiant and lost - wishing me bad luck And omens - I try to resist the charm But the witches enthrall me If only I could ever let them go - banish Them - kill them dead in my heart and World - the witches are rulers of dark - from which I unwilingly come. I want to get married (#) I want to get married - with a Girl - the one that I love - shall I wait her? - stay pure and Simple - can this be? - tell me Sincere - honest - can you? Are you pure - is your religion True - is love to be? - is love A truth? - I want to marry. Dopamin (#) Broken circuits - the music of the eyes When it gets cloudy you have true Take your raincoat - if you have One - or stay home - but upside Sun is invincible - brain transmuted in Tears - why people drink and dance and
Love - the mad Earth and the lost Years - everybody's having fun just me. The poet. On Susan (#) Brain is a shell - empty or Pregnant - what creature is he - the Poet - beyond its sex - a hegelian Concept - pure as a bird In space - in his hour - and then The light closes - and the raft Is Dark - a humpback in the Ocean - prophet prayed and preyed. The Demagogue (#) Elections passed - red - propaganda resurected Is he bought? - college teacher - a man of the 80s Easy money - speaks at the radio again with wife After Christmas - t/ unemployed of Italy & t/ wall Of Mexico - the sinistre face of democracy - and The poor life - and I think - another one goes back Like t/ zombies of our past - t/ eightiers are purple And now they are ready for their own Revolution. The Feminine Man (#) The feminine man is made - not Born - prayed not bore - He is
Made by disjointing in the cradle By interested parties So legs would grow tender and Graceful - the beauty boygirl & by mad incessant prayer of Orphan Mother. The Scorched Tree (#) Stands in the fenced field - a big Nut-tree - no priestess comes to Pray and sing the hymns of love And nature - dead - dark - and Meaningless - alone - untrue Nobody will base a world Religion on it - he is ignored As nobody can pick and eat. Walk with van God (#) The day is cold - seems an Arctic summer Sun everlasting dead in the sky - on the Tractor roads I carry the Letters I - and Thought that machine - stone - angel Nevertheless - but dead van Gogh was None - I look at the book unread - and Believe - in man and letters - I walk With van God again and ask for reasons.
Masturbation (#) God in solitude - the woman god - beyond Recollection - life of defeats - beauty She Sings - chirrups - an enemy - think But what an angelic one - coming for truth In the evening - the soul who plays and Sings - obsessed with you - until death And true is in heaven there is no place For secrets or relief & angels love not. Meaning. A Love’s Shyzofrenia (#)
After genesis - intimate silence - Girl broken World becoming science-fiction - hermit 'S sad friend despaired - deserving to be Will give her her body as a beautiful crutch Would let herself crucified for the Saint But oh She just have to sing in the broken Monastery and be - be - Pu Yi's second Best - somewhere in t/ Greenwhich Moon. A Schyzophrenia (#) Ideal life & self justifications - a dementia Of will - pain contemplation - and true Holy Rosary - every woman Mary - maybe A buglike brain larger than man & t/ dopamin
Shots - is he a monster or Age's wo/man Would never know - just walks the road A century after another - a measure & a lie No/y helps a schyzophrenic - t/ is t/ reason why. Poetry & Love (#) I have read a haiku about Love And thought Man changes Nature - with Love - not Man But the Poet if Poet is All We are - and what true God Can be - tears bring wisdom That is a verse of God & Love is Pain not Pleasure. The Flock (#) This field is a place for potatoes & sheep Shepherds come – with rams and dogs And build round stone fires – like ancient Priests – the earth black and gold In solitude I love the field – like Isak The space of a new world today – Electric thought – But the sheep are the Same and the spring remaings of fires. The Bum (#)
Just a drunk – living alone With twin brother – sleeps In a cold room and drinks Toward death – no food No friends really – just a Drop and a cigarette And memories of playing Guitar at Gatherings Just a bum to the world Ill sick and careless Just a sullen orphan Dying – & not a bum. Mangods (#) The right to step on – the Logic behind it – the old Potter – The rabbit – the Casual friendship of The mangods laughing Against life – antichrism Torture room of the head & night again in the sea. Pleasure (#) Man a psychiatric robot moved by pleasure The thought giving dopamins – the blessing
And the curse – pleasure of existence – of Just be – this is the key of life and man Takes pleasure in everything even in men Grief – Nothing brings him down or breaks His heart – in orgasm and proteins – he’s God – & he deserves to be – & sick uncool. The Confession (#) Humble knees - a fugue of sins In the years of the Church - to speak Up - opening of the little book and pray I did and I dreamed and I thought The heartful sinner - will he go to God Or never like the Ancient peoples? Please - Jesus - give f/giveness - will Sin more? - or not - like t/ sinful woman? The Comedian (#) Up before the crowds - speaks Contemporary words - he is alone There - in his life and wisdom Walks the alley to the fridge And thinks existence - he is a Priest - psychanalyzing the world They all laugh and build up Religion here & t/ comedian goes.
George Michael at Westminster Abbey (#) Preys there - cries in t/ rembrandtian Dark - altar boys hear his nightcry The new spirit of the Abbey - another Dead in the African stained-glass And communion wine - the true holy Ghost of yesterday -- telling us all About the bad place and the secret Of it -t/ bad place of love-(saved?). The Phoenix (#) A fire in the night - far With the fields - shepherds Sit around the phoenix - n/y Awake - blue star melting In the night - the sorrow Or the Graal - burning and Cry for her love - t/ shepherd. Sacrifice. To my Lover (#) Don't you want to be a Grandmother In the ruin house of your dead Mother When you will be old and archetype To count the years & stars lit in dusk To devote your life to English poetry
And at death be buried in this palace By kinky priests holy or homosexuals & the Queen /7 her seamstress sitcry. Crystal Man (#) The rotten apple near the lit lamp He sits at the computer not knowing To say Aye! - books are closed Long ago - with only mind trampled By thoughts - the world an eye Universe an I - God an Ay! & he a crystal man - if man could He be - death impossible - life. The Naked Woman (#) She sits naked in the cold of the camera She wants to be loved - feels unwhole Needs a Friend quest for in all the world - her porcelain skin makes her special - but only in these true moments - she is The naked woman - longing after the Rain and sky - beautiful Because contrary to God - she loves. The Happy Child (#) His name is Happy - given by the kings
And he is - he does not remember himself The pain of his birth and white conception No angel or demon can equal him A boy or girl? nobody knows and love Love is not pure enough for this Child He is the Happy Child - trapped / forever In the ivory palace of his marble brain. The Nightingale (#) You hold me in your palms little bird And your eyes sing to me you say - you Are my Nightingale my little lovely wing I am just souldark and afraid - I am Your Nightingale - Priestess of t/ Temples I wait in dark for the Moon - she has Your face - night is an eye and you are The night - not love song just cry. Blue Glass Icon (#) Blue Mary singing in the temple The old men pious and rebelde Look at Joseph he is gay And every Jew eats But what big She is Like a Venus of Willendorf Is She sick does She have Elefantiasis or is She pregnant?
3. WORDS OF THE NIGHTINGALE (14 AMERICAN POEMS)
The American Raven The Raven Flies Sad Mother Dies The Baby Cries White Raven Flies. Ode to a Computer The Moon is in It The deserted Street The Oak where We Meet The Heart and the Beat. To Amerigo
Lar of America Herald of Night
All are In You The Big And Dead. To Work
The Broken Arm And Broken Brain Joseph has No Hands Mary Blind. Alone in the Cemetery
Alone with Jesus In the Cemetery The Dead are Silent The Rain Speaks. The Pogany Castle
In Night Castle is Wet In Night Sun is Set Dead Ghosts fly Dead Night cry. To the Genius of America
I was Buried In a Garment of Stones And I Built A Cranium Armor I Walk inside the Worm I Live with Ignorance Down in the Grave Forever Alone. Transylvanian Night Comes Night I fall Asleep Town is Foolish Moon is Deep My Dream is A River And my Head A Stone.
To My Mother At Night At Day When Black Comes Gray To You I Pray With Death Alone To Me She Say Life is but None. Waiting Death Death is a Glimpse Of Light Excess I learnt the Truth I must Profess Down in the Path There's Nothing True So me and Death Is Stamp and Glue. To the Werewolf From the Vampyre I write American Werewolf London and
Kerouac Wrote American morning. To Dollar
You The Blood of United States of America The Paper Of Confessions The Nuggets Of Liberty. To Liza All the Factories Are Mine All the Workers Are We. To the End
Love is the End
Like Death When Music Is Done Only Dark. CONTENTS 1. The Letters of the Unperson 2. Beatful Stones 3. Words of the Nightingale (14 American Poems)