Sunday, 20 December 2015

SO, how was YOUR day?

So, how was YOUR day?

 you do the right thing -
but then
you get to live with
IT
within eyes and ears
and forest withdrawals
getting their/our people
back
right now,
there are no sides.
the child’s a survivor
she’ll get through this thing

but what was the whisper
and who was it for? 


makeshift gates
the lights came on
just in time
but her eyes -
they held no trust.

Moving fakes aside
(no one could have thought
THAT was Vermeer). 


Today
we marched together

I thought.

I had to I had to I had to I had to I had to I had to I had to I had to I had to I had to
they were ready to talk
but so were we
Now, no chance for truce
when horror runs through
the camp
of
foundational fears.
  
wait !!
you’ll be heard -
  JUST
recognize pain
   for
      what it is.


standing there,
it came to me
the order we woke up in.
(Previously)
its always with hindsight isn’t it.
(marvelous subatomic stuff)
Shaking
the realization of
WHAT she’d done.
don’t be too hard
that was another time
another leader
trying to save
everything that happened
too late.


 we all had to choose
be responsible
for selected sides
THEY said
she’s free to go
but
the seconds faded
the morning drew on
too late to prove
we were not afraid
watching for movement
troubled
I would never see you again. 

buying time
on free fall markets
spent minutes
kept in strongholds
detained for treason
ferocity past imagining
we’re ALL
trying to find a way out of this
sparks of light welding time
that time
the time before an imperfect
physical stepping into the abyss of beyond (here and there)
hands tied and willing to consider
time spent with visionary voices
speaking face to face understanding pain.

 traipsing on forests floors
do you see anything?
because you cant see
do you think its not there?
checking again
still no sign
watching rising moons tethered to reality
are you reading?
Do you copy?
MayDay Today.

closing outer doors
mental seminal realities -
why did you come?
how long before you leave?

enough have wept
(the things we’ve done
to survive -
do they define us)? 

what if we are
who we are now
surrounded by
manual overrides
capital crimes
taking blame
but not moving closer
and that blame?
you bleed for nothing.
NOTHING! 

spare no expense
the spot
an altercation
blood on the carpet
MOZZIES like Messerschmitts
(the morning pep talk)
processing loss
life soldiers
understand
the cruel but unyielding concept
there are always suspects
within broad black strokes
and
voluminous views
over grey skyscrapers.
(SO WHAT ARE WE PAINTING MAAM?)
Maam? 

not friendly
this environment
that is ferocious
a secret wish for nasty things
the glass
reflected the past
and the future
2 buses and a train
strangers in a strange land (in here)
laughing about making it (out there)
help me -
have you any idea
how veins
travel through marble? 


I caution you
they doesn’t travel down
after work hours
(today new
antiques tomorrow)
I want to be involved
we found this key
make sure it gets back to me you know he was an only kid -  a long time ago - bearing in   mind you experience time                          
(and tide)
   a little differently.


-    brutal 
-   not an adventure,
-   a pointless exercise (you’re afraid), (so am I) but risking your life for something you believe in - was it worth it?


There’s a car on a hoist someone working in its belly.


its not my first case
floating boats on locking mechanisms
distress levels
in red zones
strange accents
doing magic
on evidence.
guys like you
in places like that
maybe there can be a deal?

What’s the date
Am I still doing today? 


shall I get a lift with Tina?
paper shreds
all in vain
the parking level matters not
and the lights
they took the fall.
committing fully to the protection
of another
creates a paradox
of risk
their choices
are out
of our control.
you stick with me
I’ll take care of you. 
  
Enter the night -sky
close the blue door
she rowed
a moonlit river
certain nothing was real
the bell
its sound was 7.25
candle lit blur
he forgot to plead forgiveness
running on moors
trying to escape
this day of all days.

the dude who copies locks
do you know what kind of key this is?
will it unlock frustrated attitudes and existential questions?
Will it knock the shadows from cave walls
allegorical disputes in arrears
will the rows of keys and
locks keep THEM at bay? 

have you done the test?
It’s a no
not meant to be after all.
what are you doing here?
what answer would you like?
listen
I’m sorry
Tell me what happened
he didn’t show
I was ready to do this HUGE thing
and then he didn’t show
why are you smiling - because you’re back
this is you - you’re back
and we’re unraveling
does this mean
I should muster
my star pupils for a field trip? 

she tore the veil
and told him to
wake up
brushing butterflies
off his chest
Where are we?
First I have to show you something
it all rewound
and certain corridors were blocked
those of course were the ones
where she needed to be. 

do you have a better idea?
She could see his eyebrows rising.
I’ll send his resume
man to man
compromise my integrity
live with whatever you earn
and don’t underestimate
     suffering in silence
   rarely a smile
 feeling guilty
using
  the big guns
   for secret discussions
on plus size couches. 

MAN!
we were ALWAYS
in alternate realities
a sink hole
some story
I’m a therapist
but their disbelief
(shadowed faces)
was palpable
we’re better off without you
he closed the door
and said
I’ll find what’s there
I lost everything too
open your door
lets share
(while thoughts continue to pile). 

everything was long gone
before that
sometimes
what can we change
who are you trying to change
me or you
it comes down to falling beams
endless seems
and places to live
everything
fairly
squarely
always
substituted authenticities.

CRISSX-CROSSX
time divides
brackish river
spraying gunmetal sparks
I’ve been through this
before
you know that you can talk
(to me)?
he told me to come to his old place
waiting in the garage
-   it looked like him
-   but it wasn’t him
matched fingerprints
should identify persons
taken into custody.

I saw the look
the installation
the evidence -
why would you do all that
looking beneath the water
from below
above
there is no going back
an unwired source
said - it’s the edge, the flying papers the chaos
the knock on the door
heralded her
(unexpectedly)
(guarded)

YES!!!!
I’m on my way!


in airport departure
lounges
they don’t like spies
or mistakes
(like they used to)
the cable says
can we find a solution
to the current situation
an apology
public appeasement
but trials are scheduled
already.
(A life NOT for the faint-hearted). 


redefine ‘right away’
eating noodles
that’s fast
even
in that part of the world
turn a prison guard
king Arthur’s round(ish) table
what will move them?
high tech defense system
chess?
pawns and castles
ALWAYS
jostle the king.

this is a preview
wait
I know where it is
lets go there
right now
lets go
to a world
where you cant catch me
no matter how hard you try
HOLD ON
NOT SO FAST
its different
when the questions
are not yours.


Large trays of fresh baked bread
the smell
a formidable workforce
the pause
brought a beautiful smile.
For what its worth
a touch
can make you move on
from here to there
Are you here?  

today was not my favorite day
but it wasn’t all bad
I thought it was what you wanted
just not today
if you want to talk
I can do that too
done pretending
not enough absolution
in a fantasy world
the grey came so fast
the voices were calling.


SO, how did YOUR day go? 




Thursday, 26 November 2015

Mail Art Makes the World A Town - Edition 13 - Its posted!


1               Serse Luigetti - Italy
2               Tiziana Baracchi - Italy
3               Vittore Baroni - Italy
4               Jürgen Olbrich - Germany
5               TICTAC - Germany
6               Katerina Nikoltsou - Greece
7               Claudio Romeo - Italy
8               Erich Sündermann - Austria
9               Hans Hess - Germany
10           Svenja Wahl - Germany
11           Antonio Gomez - Spain
12           Rod Summers - Netherlands
13           Karl Steuer - Switzerland
14           Samuel Montalvetti - Argentina
15           Mark Sonnenfeld - USA
16           Various Artists/AA - South Africa
17           Mikhail Pogarsky - Russia
18           Estelle Hudson - South Africa
19           Lesley Magwood Fraser - South Africa
20           Theo Nelson - Canada
21           Pier Roberto Bassi - Italy
22           John Bennett - USA/Cheryl Penn -South Africa
23           David Stone  - USA
24           Peter Müller - Germany
25           Cheryl Penn - South Africa

Editions 14 and 15 are ready for collation too.  Please note - Size change from Edition 15 onwards - 22 signed and numbered POSTCARD (!A6) size pages.



Sunday, 22 November 2015

Exits. David Stone (USA) and Cheryl Penn (South Africa)

And out they come
the other voices
loud as thunder
and we were at the beginning
again.
Why were the renovations unfinished
east gallery was closed
the temerity of unfinished business.
her vision saw them through
dark hours - blue bloods bleed
red
like the rest of us -

The exits couldn’t tell us anything.


The exit sign. an insignia. who left? to the alley. signs. language. the scientific method. seeking. alchemy. Newton obeys the law to avoid capital punishment. outside the tower. others. feeling. hurt. hurdled. humans. populate aisles.


Metropolis
substantially cut
large missing portions (found)
lower class underground dwellings
working (still)
making paths for callous ones
turbines underground
desolation bases
scorched skies
the history of our
unprecedented future.

icthe contents; the streets. asleep and awake. citizens. civil laws. a policy prohibiting street musicians. the chronicles digested. appealed. drums. waiter. a drink of water please. theses. boards. forgotten. a trace of carbon provides the evidence that once a homeless family recorded a sonata in front of the Ritz Carlton hotel. before the convention. fashion. platters. home. ground. military arrivals. herds. rations. the decimated mind of the public.

through the mist brave ones walk
of uncertain fate
lies
their footsteps behind riders
tattooed and terrible
masks give nothing away
(mostly)
taunting twitches
fear on both sides.

the tatto tale. the minnesinger swelled with disbelief so solemn that the whole house cried.

waiting until dark
stay and defend
ladders to the sky
meeting again at all the  Carefuls signposted
along the way.
in the end its never worth it - is it?
overrun projections
Hanging
still coating the evening sky
clearing a path
we could not believe.

we waited for the flight. people and crowds. outside the window, the giant steel planes. sometimes they catch birds in their turbines. of course it is the birds' fault for getting in the path of the flight. causing a delay and serious risk.

the only way birds win
a place at exits
is when
we’re in basements
answering ancient telephones
that no longer ring.
the distinction of flight-the fugue-a higher class than the earthbound. batman jumps across skyscrapers into the folds of comedy.

When the shift
an exit at San Andreas eventualized, the signs were clearly marked -
whatever it took -
whatever?
darting eyes
three months of options
within the camp
war breaks out
dots on a matrix
lines
to points of floating statues
no longer tokens
of liberty
scaffolding keeping the distance
between their exodus and ours.

the exit is clearly marked. there are floorlights to guide your path through the smoke. walk dont run. a stampede. babies. i forgot my candy. dont go back. outside. fresh air. fire engines. reading the news. reporters. bestsellers. reiterated. someplace else are the billionaires who did not purchase this cinema.

These moving pictures
are we past or present - its always never for the one who answers the phone.
Flashbulbs around the shadows of a body, captured perfectly through a broken window.
Retribution, marking everything as state property including Aphrodite of Fréjus. 
Grave robbers, ships filled with shameful cargo, 
assumptions, old land lines allegorical time lines, why be so secretive?

operated power provided machinery for unconventional exits.

power lines. the storm. warmth. yells. periods of distaste. the abysmal state position. the candidate. yells. in the stadium. the players. the gambles. the cards the shark the counter the luxury suite tailored suits. poker chips. home tears. a joke that brings a laugh.
landscapes of Saturn
clouds breaking
it looked like a Berlin exit
but was not.
press the options button
for 3-d delusions
falling stars
that once were us
splintered in letters
trying to transcribe
several versions
of the same story.

The classes. The figures sent from the revolution. Against the order of the station master. Play the reel. Reddened sight. Smile the gladiators who don't care about the thumbs

if you plot another way will the turning wheels leave gashes?

watching the wheels take off. the plane taxis. the passengers pay taxes. the pilot misses the runway. there are ruts near the symphony hall.

and popcorn grenades were stilled
O
but that was another exit.




Biographic Cinema.

(Part Two)

many walks past the Biograph cinema. a thousand times i stepped on the spot where Dillinger's blood pooled 38 years prior and i did not know it. he was a bad man and i wonder why he looks so good to me looking back now. he robbed banks in the rural midwest taking citizens' life savings- maybe a total haul of 10,000 during the depression and the cops could not catch him he drove too fast,there was no warning,no police communications and he outgunned the police. and he was a public hero why in depressed times he looked so much better to citizens than the government that failed them.

A new lighthouse (Cape Point 1914)
cinemagraphic luster
failed
to shed brightness
the old man  
a dusty floor
picking his tired way through
grimy shadows
     just plain depressed
     after the credits ran.

the old man in the sea-on vacation of some kind-studied Aquinas-then looked up at the moon and i thought it is just a rock controlled by gravity and the tide swelled and the fish washed up on shore and somewhere an orca called for help.

2 strands from madness
will he hold her hand?
its beauty locked up
behind screen savers
and stolen kisses
the cat was walking funny -
I don’t think he liked the programme.

watching the movie. ideal faces. snack foods. are you amused?  i laughed. a penny dropped. a popcorn grenade flies towards the big screen.

Dark Matter intervenes
halogen lamps, sparks, shadows, condensation, heartbeats - the blur the beating the catching the kicking, all before time, a mother saw her child
and could not contain.

 the cloaks on the loom spread mentioned our past discussion. early warning. radioactivity. genetics. perfectly formed. measured rated. prizewinning disarmed broadcast for applause.

Don’t bother to audition
unless
your cheekbones
are in perfect order
Loom(ing) flaw-less-ness.
on stage sets suffering as tradition demands
haunting through space
murder,comedy,violence,love,sci-fi,joined to fire an ultimate pause - a truce
a kill for nothing
being led by a child -
but so were we, the last drama wherein we garnered commendations and Oscars and after parties.

The audition. the spectators. a gladiatorial fight. animals and Christians in the arena. entertainment of 10,000 people. the circus. the plebians. sought fire and water. elementals gain. Empedocles stood respectively beyond some veil opened the curtain. bowed. applause.
exit. pursued by fissionable substrates.

4 classical elements
all your choice
passed
from one charge to another
flawed relationships
are not entirely without love
you cannot escape being there or here
access the wide channel
tell them we’re here
in underground shafts
just breathing
the dissonance between places
haunts us.


outside reasons. ideologies. chants. rights. human rights. by law and nature. the film. the Hollywood ending. the crime that is always solved in 50 minutes.

that’s it, the paradox, the 50 minute crime/life/disease/superhero whose mask falls to the floor revealing
radios focused on distant stars
roads underground
mapped secretly round mountains on rivers in clouds how far does eternity go?
Ferris wheels in the desert pin points took us there
liberty stretches. Dead.
Grids shapeshift
borne aloft
vaporous.
their price is too terrible
what could she say?

We raced around the corner,the coroner took extra time disclosing possessions robbed returned to civilians to study armed placed under glass carbon ratios altered everyone interviewed agreed that this paradox sticks.

in the sand
reinforcing defenses
doubles on the perimeter
no ones getting past -
     are they?
is there a way to make peace
that wasn’t who he was
but it is
who he is now
(and then)
     (but not again).