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Pores

The world gets into our pores and writes on us lines with the clay of earth, warmth of sun bite of wind caress ; sorrow & joy clog our faces with our insides, the experience of our lived Grind:connected. Existentially, we are slow-born sculptures that tell of a daring hand a fiery eye, laced with…Read more Pores

Narkissos

sooty secrets buried in black: bleak as beak. --- windswept wood, wild sweet orange, swan's neck swoops. --- carefully curated, beautiful mind hovers over clear blue sky, being. --- reincarnation of flightless, imagined love, figment-tied: lost. --- so a lone --- ---by Kate Gough ---17/8/17

Grey

  https://youtu.be/808nTiXLam8 I’m still in this place. Sometimes it seems I never leave. * Gallery, 2014 Imagine, if you will a gallery piece installed, a row of plants at progressing stages of growth, lined up in pots and flash-frozen in time, breathing cold puffs, crystalline almost synthetic. Imagine also the moment the exhibit starts to disintegrate, freeing gouged…Read more Grey

The Ever-Processing Machine

I can’t find my incense. I don’t want to write. I desperately want nothing more than to write. For ever. So then, perhaps I’m just a stymied masochist at heart(less), doomed to miserable inaction for the rest of my days. I do not dedicate myself as I should, as I need. . . There’s a…Read more The Ever-Processing Machine

A New Proposition

-- "Faith is not being sure. It is not being sure, but betting with your last cent... Faith is not a series of gilt-edged propositions that you sit down to figure out, and if you follow all the logic and accept all the conclusions, then you have it. It is crumpling and throwing away everything,…Read more A New Proposition

Everything Unresolved

-- "...I would like to beg you dear Sir, as well as I can, to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don't search for the answers, which could not be given…Read more Everything Unresolved

Rilke on Love and Other Difficulties…

          I will try at some juncture to say my own bit here, but for now let me say that this is one of the most inspiring quotes about relationship that I have ever come across and I highly recommend this work. There are chapters and chapters of these brilliant and soulful observations in the…Read more Rilke on Love and Other Difficulties…

Idiolalia Poetry Collection Now Available!

Hello all 🙂 Thank you all so much for your support. Idiolalia is available straight from the printer now at 3 GBP or 5 USD each (or a cheaper PDF ebook copy). If you order from Lulu through the link provided here it should be sent straight to your house, super-easy. The price may change…Read more Idiolalia Poetry Collection Now Available!

Barren

Bent old woman, past all youth, her been- there- done- that -- sufficient. "Can't teach an old dog new tricks, you know", I know, everyone agrees with a shrug. All things are best left exactly as growth and evolution left them and once maturity has been reached there is no Hope of newness. "We must…Read more Barren

Marx & Foucault Meditation

I was going to write a piece I could be proud of this week. Something perhaps with a twinge of the intellectual child hiding out in my supremely poetic(transliteration: sappy)soul... I was going to write something that intersected with the reality found in thinking, rational minds, something that touched on the points of the incredible…Read more Marx & Foucault Meditation

From For the Light

Solstice There is little snow on the ground when you begin your morning walk on this the shortest day of the year. This is the season of gathering cold, the fading memory of spring. Light flows slowly through the woods, a light you could harvest like grain or scoop into your astonished mouth the way…Read more From For the Light

stepping.stones

A Strategem for Sound Realism For each one of us, the proffered fascade of the 'Real' must be apprehended as a substantive, solid box, accepted, and then entered into subversively in order to be appropriated truly as one's own.  What can be touched and immediately sensed surrounds us, but it is an entirely Other realm…Read more stepping.stones

Further Always

)i've a notion tonight that there's a further way to live than i do, and that it is far from impossible to live. i've always believed so, but this feeling tonight is like rubber on the road, like violets peeking out of soil, like music from strings of gut -- organic and all contact --…Read more Further Always

Like the Sun

  Rippled glass and an image of me reflected in a single drop of water struggling to keep in line with the demands of gravity. What do I see? A face. A face like the sun, warm and indeterminate, changing so rapidly pinning down its features would be insurmountable. Like the sun: surrounded by a…Read more Like the Sun

Goodness

~*~ Good music, like Good anything in life, this life, so cannily, so cleverly and contextually compacted that, in the way of Good sake, its most intrinsic -----O----- quality is never its own goodness, but only a passive ~waiting~ pattern: WaVeSwhoseweaveandwarp leave r o o m for our humanity to spread itself like paint in…Read more Goodness