バービッジ

Baabijji（バービッジ） Poems June 19 to August 24, 2010 Japan

Guides August 24, 2010

Don’t walk into the sky Don’t pick up the pieces.

Feed the cats and focus your attention On the pavement.

Run through the cushions You’re not falling.

White, red, green, yellow Rags in tatters.

Play dead.

Cut your nails and live your lives upside down.

Beat up the man that everyone hates Sell it to them one more time and drop the hammer.

Cross an ocean or two before you go to bed.

Suck teeth.

Smell sheep until your stomach turns.

Burn Eat the air inside a plastic bag Wear blue.

Hurt July 4, 2010

Discontiguous realities Photo DJ, Drama Queen When was there anything In Between?

A wedding No invite No revite No re-spite.

A mother, a brother no son, no lover, no dog To sing to.

Come out all sweet and dripping.

Light creeps along the carpet A denial, a betrayal A pursuit now deemed.

No ruptions. No thought Vowed Don’t trouble the crowd Under hors d’oeuvre Stay at home There’s simply not enough champagne.

Slash and Burn July 4, 2010

Pus-drawn, one-eyed railroad crack Half-sewn mouth Pale pink and white smear Tanned chasm, ably bridged Flecks and scratches of paint.

Direction in one, obverse stroke Deliberate failure to die; Success for show.

An arrogant blob Struggling against healing.

Momento ante mori No blame attached or implied.

A sector Tigris and Euphrates Depart the aboriginal crater Pissing whilst bleeding Against a wall A territory now mapped and drawn I am grabbed as I fall.

Nonsense Verse in 3-7-3 by 2 June 26, 2010

Where’s my pen Said the bishop to the wren?

Over there States the hare.

Says the donkey to the bear Like my hair?

Grown too long, Wish I could write a song About trees Buzzing bees And a girl that never leaves.

Under eaves Bats they hang Inside, choristers sang Before knaves Patient raves.

Said the bishop to the wren Where’s my pen?

Gut Instinct June 26, 2010

With the smell of cocaine Ringing in my ears I descend into the sunshine To smoke My digital camera is a barometer of my shaking Three mils? Fuck that.

Teeth clenched. Marlboro Red Stripey pregnant woman in the mall Rubs her belly Highway to hell Reads a T-shirt I am early for the trains as usual And wait for one going the other way To pass.

Nil by mouth Over only two hours It has to be worthwhile for me to stop And write, or take a picture.

No time to explain My symptons. Drink this Lie down. Supine Nasal drops.

A swab. A sting. A spray.

Is there somewhere to sit down.

In the shadow of Radiography Vehicle YKS. No sedative, I say.

Relax. I’m calmed. My stomach is OK. Cranes dig a metro extension A one-eyed worm at the beginning of a tunnel.

I jolt.

“I’ll fry the other one.”

I recoil and apologize

And shudder Involuntarily Though they take it as nerves.

A sculpture maybe? It looks like a seat to me.

I begin to convulse.

They lower the table A hand pats the camel’s back Can you walk? Lie in another bed.

Another bed? I stare at the curtains Rustling In the breeze of some unnamed machine.

Some many hospitals, so little time.

What’s wrong with me?

He shrugs I retch and cough 1500 mils of lager in my favourite spot It has become quite hot And overgrown this summer Topless, shoes off.

Ukon Super and a burrito To ease the shock For three days.

No drink. No drugs. Few smokes.

He smiles approvingly and invokes A remedy Of further days Of pain and parody Overwhelmed by my torrent of side effects He tacitly refuses me mucosta; OK, I’ll treat myself Thank you doctor.

Onsen June 20, 2010

Politics is work We shower and scrub Then bathe in the tub.

I have no loincloth Cough and droop Sensei tells me a story Of his youth And darkness, Mixed sexes Of old women watching him I am deftly aroused I have no loincloth.

They wait whilst I listen How to interrupt Seventh century koreans Waseda university; London Southbank Students built this Drill a hole You’ll need a licence.

And ten yen for the locker.

Nude Poetry June 20, 2010

I need some clothes on Because I’m about to expose myself In a different way.

Rational drug design June 19, 2010

Real-space grid Optimized effective potential Master and slave nodes Subcells Coarse grained Configurationally averaged forces A protein that pumps a proton through a membrane by the energy of light A path of chemical event Lambda equals coupling parameter Approximate functional Supercritical water Glycine forms a zwitterionic structure in ambient water Vapor-liquid coexistence It requires strong acid Dehydration of alcohol in hot water It proceeds without any catalyst Radical process Redox potential of the cofactor A guide to rational drug design.

Seminar June 19, 2010

Magic clusters How to synthesize No surroundings Weak interaction GOLD 20.

Dangling bond Control Individual properties Theory Tungsten-silicon twelve.

Direct mixing of plasma Vaporize in the order Especially generated in neutral state Silver oxide clusters.

Chemical probe method Halogen doping Photoconductivity of anthracene Hole injection Mobility edge Disordered potential.

Moth June 19, 2010

Camouflage moth on a step So well hidden That I trod on it.