Manga eyed

You have to ask why this basic cultural need. (In the west it could be dismissed as a form of infantilism or worse.)

In the Abstract

The beautician walks a road.

Her hair is cut like blades.

There is a sadness.

Wax gears produce a nose and mouth.

There is a spear of grass half-shadowed.

This is a poem.
As in a shop window.

As in the glass behind you reflected a world.

In the world behind you what is in front of you.

Line or half circle or colour.

Or half obscured.   A bubble.  A thing adjacent to itself

sleet sprinkle at the end of a slant or vertical.
Or as in a desert holiday.

The air is parched by dust.  Faint herbals.
As when she stands before the curtain.

First the sound of rain.
As when the curtain stands before her.
As when the curtain is all there is.

Nothing but scent.
Lift it up and you will find what you will find.
But it will be abstract; and it will not exist.
For that is how it exists: by not existing.
It exists in the abstract,
is abstract by being real.
And in that abstract there is no noise.
Or perhaps only the faintest of soundscapes, as of traffic.
But there is only the vaguest shape; of line as texture.
But texture is colour.
But, or, in other words, 

although, everything is like the

and of but then as to for
brink of the horizon and not actually seen.
Being abstract.

Derrida / II

Armless flat afloat blimp

of a fogged thought bitten by chewing

aimless whool
black as a dentistry daisy
white as a cherry
tarred by luck, drawn by hand

into faint scribble on a tongue
a dishwasher rinsed fork
raised in mating
in the farthing of an assertion.

Anime’s borrowed nature / Pere Ubu’s genius

Anime contains a common poetic sensibility: a vocabulary.

Pere Ubu’s London Texas: unexpected album of the year.

Defining in order to speak …

Philosophers make their decisions about the nature of reality on the basis of the need to be able to talk about the nature of reality, that is, they make them on the basis of being able to use words in that form whereby the nature of reality ‘follows’.  Just as, if my pawn is to take your queen, we must have the rule that this kind of move is permitted.  We overlook the act of making the initial rule as if this had no bearing on the matter …

I Spy

The liturgy and drammaturgy and the thaumaturgy of visiting an art gallery: I think on it, I think, I smell it …

In the mirror (2)

I am only solitary – alone – I am only “companion only to myself” – in society. Take that away and I am companion to no one, not even, or especially, to myself.

“A Mania for Solitude”

“My need for the companionship of certainty is absolute.”

In the mirror

“I am alone, companion to nobody but myself.”

Tsch!!!

What I do is train a word
to jump through a hoop.
DrrrrrrrrrrrrHHHH!!! Tsh!!!