SPOONBENDING



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I Leave me I am late in my life and have seen many summers my mind now is only wreckage and waste once houses stood and people teemed a busy anthill watched over by the quiet dead rice paddies glowed …

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Tide Edit

Encumbered, embarrassed, he turns day to irony and spikes each word onto the carpet One come-down itches another, and perpetrates its dreams of ghosts, haloed in gold that black and white day ignores The Academy turns opinion in its kiln …

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Metamorphosis Drumming | Tambur Metamorfosa

Metamorphosis Drumming let there be a river let there be a rock let there be water let there be earth let there be a fish let there be light on the sea let there be a ripple let there be …

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Waiting

at night the traffic lights change rapidly almost erratically / cars parked 90° front to kerb their noses grazing the nature strip in a mizzle of rain / it’s autumnal when your taste for news peaks in the morning / …

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Companion Poems     from the French

apricot asparagus baba bald man in a polo neck basket bamboo boutique bar bean blind man on wheels bonhomme brackmard brush snake cat cigar with a moustache crackette crossbow custard puff pastry daisy dart earthworm fig firebrand grinder/gripper hot water …

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from _Memory Cards_

A thin black hand, a white ham hand. Confucius with a typewriter. The poem loses history, like the small stuffed animal we left on a Madrid subway station bench. I went back on the train, but it’s been lost again …

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Found Names

The police called her ‘Precious’, acid burn on her skin, long drop toilet, Humansdorp. A nurse named her ‘Vicky Unknown Monday’, rubbish dump, Lotus River, March 2010. And ‘Moses’, on the banks of the vlei, ‘Valiant’, who was covered in …

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The Allure of History | Зов истории

A fugitive of history like me, he nevertheless discusses it with enthusiasm in the back room of a café – a vestige amongst the plastic chic of Acland Street, where the walls are impressionistic paintings stained yellow and green. Aging …

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Their Bodies | Onların Bedeni

Their Bodies are carved on ice – contemplation as water, once flowing towards another Antarctic as a ruin of holy residuals failing to become soulless and have failed to be consumed by inebriated modernizations. They were once Lemurians hypothetical root-race …

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soma dear

watched attentive on yolky salute on velocity so much honest living make this city howl like when he left her to bleed in the school what is trying and what is not a hostage stole something that was a bear …

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cannes f. fest 21C

a posse of surgicals dead sexy that disinterested lens the host – credit on the tongue pushing up a rotted sky the musical ability to survive somewhere films are screening

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A Good Idea

Coincidentally Contiguous or Non-Einsteinian Relativism a ‘Bad’ Idea gets a quick approving slap on the butt and takes off fast; a ‘Good’ Idea gets its bottom patted comfortingly (several times) by the ‘Formal Soothing Hand of (Fickle?) Approbation’ and glides …

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