in which it gets
too hot to think
in which it snows in summer in Northland
and someone's predicted it on Facebook
and grows famous. In my own defence
I retire to the shed and write.
You begin to recycle. He walks to work
on Fridays in the spring
and it does him good.
Later, he drinks until the rising cost
of drinking no longer bothers him.
Making wine takes a lot of water
which pours out of taps onto lawns
and the crime rate rises
to sketch a satisfying graph
which clearly shows. We clearly know
now what's coming
and so we do nothing
because it's too big to imagine.
I go to the shed and try my best
to imagine it without getting so upset
that I can't still write about it
it's not enough
...Iconcrete
Work from Stephanie Christie (a.k.a. Will)
Bloom
The heat of the day enrages
those without air-conditioned rooms
or the learning to drink water
to continue to breathe
to attempt compassion
I watch my back
which is really impossible.
I don’t know what I’ll do
if I have to fight
the neighbours for water
or our beliefs.
Check out
our elaborate systems
of rubbish collection,
our worship of infrastructure
- such spiritual beasts…
Somewhere far away, bodies
move across bodies
of land in search of water.
I wash my car with water.
It hasn’t rained in weeks.
Let out your hair.
Let up your guard.
Let on your secrets.
Let off your weapons.
In a norwesterly
guns kill people
extending the malicious gesture
all the way down Columbus St.
The roses are also going off.
They’re exploding, showering
petals over the skin of my eyes.
This is the age of certificates.
Medals are too heavy –
they remind us of our extraordinary
capacity for suffering, for struggle.
That short-cut we take
when no-one looks
short-circuits the work.
We’re straight; we are distant.
We grow increasingly
hell-bent. It is evil
it is ludicrous
what we come to accept.
(the emergency
the emergency isn’t
here yet, hold me…)
There doesn’t need
to be a conspiracy
for us all to be in terrible danger.
Certain elements of how
living things come to prosper
are enough to explain
this rapidly expanding
mess.
those without air-conditioned rooms
or the learning to drink water
to continue to breathe
to attempt compassion
I watch my back
which is really impossible.
I don’t know what I’ll do
if I have to fight
the neighbours for water
or our beliefs.
Check out
our elaborate systems
of rubbish collection,
our worship of infrastructure
- such spiritual beasts…
Somewhere far away, bodies
move across bodies
of land in search of water.
I wash my car with water.
It hasn’t rained in weeks.
Let out your hair.
Let up your guard.
Let on your secrets.
Let off your weapons.
In a norwesterly
guns kill people
extending the malicious gesture
all the way down Columbus St.
The roses are also going off.
They’re exploding, showering
petals over the skin of my eyes.
This is the age of certificates.
Medals are too heavy –
they remind us of our extraordinary
capacity for suffering, for struggle.
That short-cut we take
when no-one looks
short-circuits the work.
We’re straight; we are distant.
We grow increasingly
hell-bent. It is evil
it is ludicrous
what we come to accept.
(the emergency
the emergency isn’t
here yet, hold me…)
There doesn’t need
to be a conspiracy
for us all to be in terrible danger.
Certain elements of how
living things come to prosper
are enough to explain
this rapidly expanding
mess.
When hospitality
becomes an industry
and industry stops being
a quality, like virtue
when the concept of virtue
doesn’t make much sense
when sense is marketed
to us for money
when money becomes
a goal in its own right
when some have rights
and the rest something else
you are something else.
Your hospitality
is more important than
your spelling.
and industry stops being
a quality, like virtue
when the concept of virtue
doesn’t make much sense
when sense is marketed
to us for money
when money becomes
a goal in its own right
when some have rights
and the rest something else
you are something else.
Your hospitality
is more important than
your spelling.
Overaching
T- d rails the rushing scent
Sound of gull wheels fin e
Gers in water th. Oughtful
Lady ailments her bod is décor
A shun scars and wheeling away
Holds out two wrists wit
H bloud bomb how light peels
From shade oh boxed c. off
In a day time night mare mixed
To be gin to ne water no tes ring
Release sump shone on castling
brook. strings on a apple violin
Sound of gull wheels fin e
Gers in water th. Oughtful
Lady ailments her bod is décor
A shun scars and wheeling away
Holds out two wrists wit
H bloud bomb how light peels
From shade oh boxed c. off
In a day time night mare mixed
To be gin to ne water no tes ring
Release sump shone on castling
brook. strings on a apple violin
Deepwalker
the day is a drum that connects
these vocal loops
with grey traffic circles
bridge after bridge
as u know we look for u
in the park the terse
wood under trippers light
are spawning sharp thighs
shafts and cunts melting
in the firs' limbs
gossip surrounds you
wish to start our conversation off
and start another wish you'd
come back and clean up this town
the wind rises
smoking holds feelings down
drinking retards this movement
in the chest i cry in bed
walk steep tracks in the dry spells
there is no why
they can articulate
that is more than running water
care for me
the living hold each other
and philosophy falls
out of all our mouths
while by the lakeside
trees fuck in the storm
almost nobody else sees
these vocal loops
with grey traffic circles
bridge after bridge
as u know we look for u
in the park the terse
wood under trippers light
are spawning sharp thighs
shafts and cunts melting
in the firs' limbs
gossip surrounds you
wish to start our conversation off
and start another wish you'd
come back and clean up this town
the wind rises
smoking holds feelings down
drinking retards this movement
in the chest i cry in bed
walk steep tracks in the dry spells
there is no why
they can articulate
that is more than running water
care for me
the living hold each other
and philosophy falls
out of all our mouths
while by the lakeside
trees fuck in the storm
almost nobody else sees
An Argument
Crazy. We’re all insane
individually, in groups
inside our languages
as a species. It’s inbuilt.
We’re in up to the hilt
and this makes us prejudiced.
Besides, it’s so complex
and these mental models
we exchange each time we speak
are approximations
we use to justify or to guess
all predicated on the inherent
value of our own
survival. Beyond that
you may teach yourself to see
but the feelings
the feelings will always be
irrational and come from the body
you in your precious carbon form
and conscious magically.
Physical reality exists
certainly, we’re part of it
and we have our systems
of thought we put so much work
into them and their implications
and they’re vital and stunning
and enlightened and pragmatic
and insane. Keep fighting,
keep trying, keep improving
but first, accept this.
individually, in groups
inside our languages
as a species. It’s inbuilt.
We’re in up to the hilt
and this makes us prejudiced.
Besides, it’s so complex
and these mental models
we exchange each time we speak
are approximations
we use to justify or to guess
all predicated on the inherent
value of our own
survival. Beyond that
you may teach yourself to see
but the feelings
the feelings will always be
irrational and come from the body
you in your precious carbon form
and conscious magically.
Physical reality exists
certainly, we’re part of it
and we have our systems
of thought we put so much work
into them and their implications
and they’re vital and stunning
and enlightened and pragmatic
and insane. Keep fighting,
keep trying, keep improving
but first, accept this.
Closing the System
the pakeha tikanga
with pins
and lightest nets
trawling computers
for your information
genus, order
family name -
The new century's
fascism is
mild - wisely
you're a better human
Resource
when you will
willingly wear
numbers
and this fashion of
static wings
with pins
and lightest nets
trawling computers
for your information
genus, order
family name -
The new century's
fascism is
mild - wisely
you're a better human
Resource
when you will
willingly wear
numbers
and this fashion of
static wings
b.order/line
this is the event of fire.
sleeping in
town and the roof is phat with birds.
it is a very dogged
lust that wolves us
lying beside u
feels in motion
like the photo of a fall
the language body seethes
u make me nerve us
u
come a bit close
r
desire's a pleasure
that erases
evidence of its own fullness
danger sharpens the attention
i love because u r
mined
this is a stroke of the heart.
your context is coming loose
i am an object
with feelings
increase yourself to my needs
sleeping in
town and the roof is phat with birds.
it is a very dogged
lust that wolves us
lying beside u
feels in motion
like the photo of a fall
the language body seethes
u make me nerve us
u
come a bit close
r
desire's a pleasure
that erases
evidence of its own fullness
danger sharpens the attention
i love because u r
mined
this is a stroke of the heart.
your context is coming loose
i am an object
with feelings
increase yourself to my needs
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