idyll no. 291

Here the mountains have never been moved,
nor have thoughts ever been captured by memory.

Trees covertly grow hair and nymphs
scatter the fingers and toes over the meadows.

Prophecies rot inside the books; lost feathers
and heads never leave their element.

Words easily escape the tongues, the signposts,
billboards and the utterances of creation.

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13 thoughts on “idyll no. 291

  1. WORDS EASILY ESCAPE THE TONGUES
    MEN IN PRISON THINK ABOUT YOUR WORDS, IVAN
    YOU WRAP ANOTHER TOWEL AROUND YOUR HIPS
    NO MAN BEHIND BARS SHOULD STARE
    AT YOUR POETIC TRANSPARENT PLACENTA
    NOT A REAL PLACENTA
    BUT A ROMANTIC PLACENTA
    A REAL TYCOON WOULD HAVE A PLACENTA
    PUBIC HAIR AND MASCULINITY
    IN THE CONTEXT OF ART
    DARK GLASSES OR NOT
    IT IS ALL ABOUT “ART”

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    • Which place is better: prison or museum?
      Where does art reaches its climax
      And towels become the shrouds of the pharaohs
      Full of mossy jisms? Think hard

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      • LUCKY TO HAVE SALVATION ARMY FURNITURE
        SURROUNDED BY WINDOWS WITH BATTERED WOMEN
        THE SMELL OF SAUSAGE SANDWICHES
        I ASKED PERMISSION FROM BASIL RATHBONE
        SEMILITERATE CHILDREN BEATING DRUMS
        NERVOUS SCIENTISTS IN SELF-ENCLOSURE
        TOTALLY OVERDETERMINED
        WITH THAT DAMN SURGICAL MAGNIFYING GLASS
        CAMERA EYES STRAIGHT FROM HEAVEN
        WHAT WILL THEY FIND UNDER THE TOWEL ?
        FERTILE AMATEURISHNESS
        METICULOUS MEAT

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        • LUCKY TO HAVE LIP-LICKING MASTURBATORY PETS
          SURROUNDED BY SMEARS ON THE POETRY SHEETS
          THE SMELL OF SAUSAGE SANDWICHES
          I GAVE PERMISSION TO BASIL RATHBONE
          MEMORIES OF SEMILITERATE CHILDREN IN KENTUCKY
          THE YOUNGEST STANDING NUDE IN THE YARD
          THEY WAVE AT PASSING TRAFFIC
          MOM AND DAD CONSUMED WITH HOMEMADE METHADRINE
          LIKE NERVOUS SCIENTISTS IN SELF-CLOSURE
          PRIZED MINDS STRETCHED PAST COHERENCE

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      • —THE THEATRICALIZATION OF MASCULINITY—
        TO HONE ONE’S EYE FOR THE PERFECT TWO WORD COMBINATION
        ————————PERFECT——————————-
        “MOSSY JISMS”
        ————————PERFECT——————————-
        GARDEN-VARIETY ORGASM
        NONSEXUAL POETRY
        AND THEN SUDDENLY
        A DIRTY REST STOP BATHROOM
        MEN WITH LOCKER ROOM PISTOLS
        PORNOGRAPHIC PISTOLS
        VILE VULGARITY
        SIGNALS WITH CURLS
        SMELLS OF TRANSGRESSION

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        • You know it’s funny
          At some point of my life
          I really wanted to be nonsexual
          To avoid the vulgarity of the beatniks (and sputniks to boot)
          Although i couldn’t even read them at the time
          Having only acquired a thousand words in my english vocabulary
          But this was and is the private domain of borges
          Carefully guarded by fierce creatures of his calm nightmares
          I didn’t dare to enter
          Therefore i am forced to write about jisms
          Interesting, no? I am still not sure
          That i am writing exactly what i want
          I am not even sure that my desire can be as exact
          As the plot of a mediocre hollywood movie
          Maybe kitsch is the only possible answer
          To all global and personal problems
          On the other hand i don’t think i need an answer

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  2. PROPHECIES ROT INSIDE BOOKS
    THIS REFERS YOU AGAIN TO YOURSELF
    YOUR OWN PERSONAL CAPACITY
    TO TRANSFER ACTION AND INTERACTION
    YOU MUST EITHER REMOVE THOSE WORDS
    AND POLISH THEM BRIGHTLY
    OR DISCARD THEM WITHOUT WITNESS
    MAKE NO BONES MY FRIEND
    TRUST NO MACHINE
    THIS IS A TASK FOR THE HANDS OF IVAN

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  3. IF A DOCTOR WAS TO LOOK INSIDE YOUR EAR
    WOULD HE SEE HOLLYWOOD ?
    YOU WRITE ABOUT TREES GROWING HAIR
    YOU WORRY ABOUT BIRDS AND LOST FEATHERS
    HOW MANY GLASSES CAN A HERON HIDE IN GRASS ?
    CONSTANT QUESTIONS OF BEING
    AUTHENTICITY OF BEING
    IVAN WORKING HIS WAY
    IVAN OF THE THEATER
    DEAD RELATIVES
    LIVING RELATIVES
    THE BLOODLINE OF THEATRICALISM
    WORDS FROM YOUR DREAM-BOX
    SEEDS THAT SCRAMBLE FOR LIFE
    SEEDS DROWNING IN A SEA OF INEXISTENCE
    THEY KNOCK AT MY DOOR, IVAN
    THEY BEG ME TO WAKE YOU FROM YOUR SLUMBER

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  4. billboards of Burma shave spread along stereotyped visions of time that never happened – Hollywood isn’t real
    – Tom Waites growling in chinos – I’ve seen mountains with veins
    – low throbs – the cover of clouds
    – small pulses in living things – Geiger counters scratch a new landscapes as you drop words like sweets in a hansel and gretel forest –

    your tongue swells

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    • I PAID PEOPLE TO PAINT THE BILLBOARDS
      OF BURMA SHAVE WHITE
      IF YOU CHECK
      I UPGRADED THE WORD, “STEREOTYPED”
      IT IS NO LONGER IN THE DISNEY DICTIONARY
      MOUNTAINS WITH VEINS
      BIG SHAFTS WITH VEINS
      MOUNTAIN LIONS CONSTANTLY IN A CIRCLE
      THEY SAY THAT JISM HAS A HEARTBEAT
      I TRIED TO SNEAK A GEIGER COUNTER
      INTO THE CURIE HOUSE
      A DIFFICULT PROBLEM TO SOLVE IN JAIL
      HAIRY MEN WITH SWOLLEN TONGUES
      I WAS HAPPY TO RETURN HOME

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    • There is always a problem with the tongue
      Tom waites should know that
      But what he doesn’t seem to know
      Is that the venusians sell copies of down by law
      For the price of exquisite porn

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      • OTHER PEOPLE REMAIN INSIGNIFICANT
        MERCILESSLY SCORNED
        EVEN ON THE BEST OF TERMS
        THE WATER IS ANGRY
        PAINFUL GRAVITY
        the dilemma of Ivan of Aumque
        THE ACHE OF YEARNING
        A DIVIDED SELF WITH A SINGLE PILLOW
        EROTICIZED BODY HAIR
        ALL THOSE HAIRS FORM A CONSPIRACY

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