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disembodied poetics |
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http://disembodiedpoetics.com |
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English |
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writing, poetry, fiction |
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a well lit place to read my works in progress and contribute your opinion.
the site includes excerpts from the first draft of at least two books of nonfiction, one novel, several volumes of poetry and essays & narratives of various format.
my informal process of disembodied poetics is to find a memory/idea and write about it as quickly as i can, before it hits the air and oxygenates in an attempt to not lose the spontaneity and true nature of the origin of the thought and idea.
look forward to connecting and hope you enjoy…
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28 Followers |
girl’s night at the clinic (for cf)
to be born into the decay and rotting meat
to swim away from the land
bottles emptied
cracks filled
we’ve got what we wanted
or at least what we came for
and even if we weren’t ready to be born again
it happened anyway
i’m so high these days
and the air’s so thin
gunung agung
sounds like ‘begin again’
is the view
of the mountain
or from the [...]
i got lost in your warm shelter
back then when we reached inside
we didn’t have to improvise
we just shared a glance
or a smoke
and said what we thought
that we thought
and in the moments we hide
and in the best of the times
parts of me i never realized
turn to smoke
and come out of your mouth
as i make you breathe
we got lost
in the warm shelter
buried alive
by [...]
birthday poem for el why
tell me about your heart
and i’ll tell you about mine
the long tendrils that reach in and out
at the same time
a one way street that goes both ways
always both
the beginnings and endings
which never began nor ended
but are simply there to tie things up
to make sure we know
that time doesn’t exist
by letting us see how it works
i [...]
drop
there is a bomb
in every drop
in every load you carry
passed down to the next generation
discharged
like a traitor
like an orgasm
it crosses the line
and makes stars
where once there was only skydrop
photo: jacky winter group
function follows form
it was there on your masthead, that’s how i knew
to lay my bones aside and use my heart
something about adrienne rich
and a swirl of color
the shape of the name you chose
it is what let me know there was something there
maybe not something to hold
but something to carry with me
so what about the analog girls
the ones [...]
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