Paris Epic Poem

 Sometimes a sentence can be understood only if it is read at the right tempo. (Wittgenstein, 1980, p.57)

 

V

spending most of our time seeing to be seen;

(scene)

seen to be scene-ing
see?

but are we audacious?

are we

with our naked eyes, lewd

filthy naked

are we

we are

 

terrasse-ing for the sake of terrasse-ing
is not terrasse-ing
at all
(they could talk, then agree with themselves.)

 

stuck in dainty glooms

priez

crisp

may we be,

maybe we

may we

be

visually arresting, 

and may we be guilty,

and susceptible to contagions

 

(hey-uh, if she came into the room every man's prick would hit the ceiling)

 

melange it up

pitter patter pitter POP

burn it burn it burn it HOT

  quel ancestral phobia is this?

  spending most of our time

as 

are we

may we

affect the effect of ____

and a very limited mot-palette we have, 

have we

we, we have,

so we,

we, we, 

we

wee!

 

 

the new idealists manifesto: things are looking up

 

the stopwatch in the spotlight; tick tick STOP 

 

(not even a demoted ally in this city can't
find a complement or at least a witness
at least a witness
not trilling

and I'm somewhat ambiguous)

 

and this thrashing this pushing paris i'm so tired now
bear witness, you
yes, you- at least bear that

can I say something true here? true
too
say it

 

BUT

there is something about the way people articulate themselves on parisian streets
that floods out reality.  that supersedes the usual walkway current:
not just people going, or coming, arriving or departing,
 but people expectant of a significant and valuable interruption.

Legs scissor and feet point and angle themselves as if perpetually perched over one inch of sky.
Floating, flow.
 Everyone nurses a break-out plan. 

  it's just

 

I want collaboration


I want to be a witness to composition, COMPOSITION


the
1
2
3's
of it

 

perpetually ex post facto

and blowing out the words, smiles which bloom

into the riotous lights of Paris!; It's A Kind Of Death.

I was not born a paris-darling.

" 'Good things are being said and publishers' hopes are high,' he wrote Albert Murray in February, two months before publication, ' but I'm playing it cool with my stomach pitching a bitch and my dream life most embarrassing.' "
intro, Invisible Man

 
Author! Author!
I am a sponge, mid-soak.
offended by sad-jeaned whores.
Introduce yourself:

 

self-consciousness: a gait bow-legged enough to be mistaken for walking in a constant stream of apologetic curtsies

I LIKE IT HERE

a morning, magnetic. a call-and-response.
and the whole morning was blown! wide! open!

FLEUROTICISM:

erotica, from the stamen onwards, virtuosos of petalruption

(ylang! ylang, POP!)

 

be still now, we're almost done.
here is a moment of silence in between, a sort of palette cleanser for the non-food digestibles of a day


LIVING: IT'S A DYING ART


how to: optimistic urbanity, or, the OPTIC POP!

sadly, my skin's got a shitty cost-per-wear complex, so trompe l'oeil everyone, trompe the l-o-e-i-l
  

Main Entry: creation
Part of Speech: noun
Definition: all living things
Synonyms: cosmos, life, living world, macrocosm, macrocosmos, megacosm, nature, totality, universe, world
Antonyms: death

 

How do I begin? Probably not like that, but there it is and well, here we are, begun. I'm stuck on a loop, cyberspace comrades, I'm stuck on a strange, faded technicolor time loop where things keep cycling back at me in new disguises. Clever ones, but I am cleverer. The Eagles Hotel California sung by the thai man on Ko Chang, everything's slightly off color and off note and it is perfect, the couple next to me on the metro, the ups and downs of this sing song fran fucking cais. The steps along this route which follow one another automaton style alternately weigh me down like a bag of bricks. Clunk clunk pavement. Everything is simple. Everything is complicated. Yes, no, right, wrong, it did, it didn't, it will, it won't. I get this, I don't.

 

(some consequences are quiet)
shh

(some consequences are quiet and carnivorous)
sh

This just poses a slew of questions, doesn't it? Uproots a whole closetful of guilt about the crime of intellectual adaptation?

So here we are sunday, we're intellectually adapting. bringing back some concepts into life alive living. amplifying quiet consequences. 

 

YES YES 

SO VERY EPIC

 

 paris

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