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ANTWAR
18:53
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Black Red
Cigarette Cigarette
Sin Garment Sin Garment
silhouette, silhouette, silhouette
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THE ARTIST
16:40
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Collective forgetfullness
Common uncertainness
Unreal fertility - lolly dale.
Full of foreign fear
¡Capsule baby!
Oh, hear; hear me crying <NAME>
Stubborn visions of the space
The stars' bushy accurate lace
Ranks and riots flee from me
Ruby rustic flipflop meet!
Damned asylum of my morrow
Rilke vapours, prague undead
Home's abolished for the cleft.
Gully on the side-road had another mistress
And the little kittens spent their days unclear:
Fog and frog and dreadnought
And a fontain footnote
I have never lied, have never
Lied Lied
Leid ist mein Betracht.
Groupies come wonder
In burlesque motifs
Come bring your ton to us!
Finding and following possibly is
the only reason to bugle
But lying in the half-light
Full of conceited pleasures is
the only one to struggle for.
I'm certain - that is my last dwelling
And I am in good hope now since I touch you here.
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3. |
RADICAL BLUE
09:36
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4. |
FROM EZRA
08:40
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For the Marriage in Cana of Galilee
Dark-eyed,
O woman of my dreams,
Ivory sandalled,
There is none like thee among the dancers,
None with swift feet.
I have not found thee in the tents,
In the broken darkness.
I have not found thee at the well-head
Among the women with pitchers.
Thine arms are as a young sapling under the bark;
Thy face as a river with lights.
White as an almond are thy shoulders;
As new almonds stripped from the husk.
They guard thee not with eunuchs;
Not with bars of copper.
Gilt turquoise and silver are in the place of thy rest.
A brown robe, with threads of gold woven in
patterns, hast thou gathered about thee,
O Nathat-Ikanaie, 'Tree-at-the-river'.
As a rillet among the sedge are thy hands upon me;
Thy fingers a frosted stream.
Thy maidens are white like pebbles;
Their music about thee!
There is none like thee among the dancers;
None with swift feet.
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5. |
SKELETON
09:56
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What happened with my rain , pain?
What happened with my pain?
A sinflower without head - mad
Unstoppable hue-breaking sweat
From indecent lullabies
I sing the o's and i's
The crumbs , the crumbs are left
And stupify my legs and land
And growing, growling, grimy look,
Fixture on the turning stool
Bypass and outrage: perfect function
Of the sandy mule
Kivischkinchtotherompinstok
Untidy lorry passing street
Irregular unruly slim
I like your skeleton and other thing.
We were wandering there together
Such memories I have today
And the pains of lonesome fever
I am happy that I lived through them
O green and eternal blue,
I am thankful so to be sitting
By the ancient roots of Howth's trees
The swinging and the climbing in search for milious pine-cones
O, they are giant, they left a seed in memory of mine
So wonderous I want to share it with you.
(And this silent will be
For the seeds are now trees of righteous beauty)
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