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  • /

    By Ruth Barker
    On the QWERTY layout of my computer keyboard, the symbol / appears beside the questioning symbol ?. They are represented together on the same key, and
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  • Apartment / Containers

    By Vincent Bezuidenhout
    These diptychs are the start of a series of images I have been working on regarding the visual landscape we choose to surround ourselves
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  • I returned home after my first year in college to discover my younger sister had turned gorgeous. This was a disappointment, but not an
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  • Butterfly

    By Adriana de Barros
    The pupa, a silk wrap of emotionsIsolated, within breathing, wanting to bethe intense pronoun of selfIt is silly to be one's own pronounShe giggles
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  • Collage

    By Claudio Parentela
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  • Drag and Snap

    By Leigh-Anne Niehaus
    This series is inspired by the childhood game of "snapdragon", which allows for simplistic and delightful decision-making through random selections of colour and number.
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  • Evidence of Life

    By Tamlyn Martin
    Below is an extract from a series of 11 poems created in parallel with visual artworks. 5. Memories laced with visceral realityFlooding herThe gentle
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  • Forward! Slash!

    By Travis Lyle
    You think you're a forward-thinking kinda person, do you? Lemme be the one to break it to you, sunshine – you're as lame as the
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  • Human/Nature

    By Lydia Anne McCarthy
    This series explores moments between nature and human beings that are at once idealistic and unsettling. Each picture is an independent narrative, but placed
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  • Immigrants

    By Stanley Onjezani Kenani
    you want to livenothing else.you leaveto liveyou swimor like fresh sardinesyou are packedin boatsyou leaveto live.  you leavegold in the belly of Africaoil in
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  • In Between

    By Tania van Schalkwyk
    Raised in an Arabian land of heat, fire and temper,sometimes the calm of England clamps downlike damp in a bathroom with no windowand a
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  • Letter to the Editor

    By Elan Gamaker
    Dear Sir/Madam I should like strenuously to object to the subject matter ("/") of your current issue. It must first be mentioned, however, that it
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  • Or: a line drawing

    By Gabeba Baderoon
    Pencil and nothing. Her face turned almost entirely away. Forehead, cheekbone,jaw,the bun low in her neck,shoulderand down,the long linejust enoughthen left alone.
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  • p u n c t u a t i o n

    By Ula Einstein
    Einstein works with a diverse range of media, including drawings and installation with fire, thread, and blades. The series of drawings and installations with
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  • PATCH

    By Sean Hampton-Cole
    Keys. John speaking. 'Lo?Good morning. May I speak to Bob Mitchell please?Bob in Bonds?I'm not really sure. I'm trying to...You want extension 125. This
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  • Pretty Babies

    By Peregrine Honig
    With the premise that "/ " presents what is IN and what is OUT, the "Pretty Babies" series explores the fashion industry's well-published and syndicated DOs
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  • River Bank

    By Mario Sughi
    The symbol / is intended initially as a symbol of division. A real or unreal line divides the girl from the water, the girl from
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  • Scissor

    By Charlotte Gait
    There was a time when you and I were connected by iron, acid, vitamin and blood. Where every mouthful I took was with the
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  • Seasaw

    By Sol Kjøk
    Here, the motif is conceived of as a seesaw (the typo in the title is intended, as this drawing is part of a series
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  • Series Seven Up

    By Noel Fignier
    Text by João Branco Kyron, HipnóticaThe collision is imminent and in the fraction of time left, the eyes shut and the vision is superbly
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  • A battle over samoosas between the snobbish Cinderella and a homeless electrician is mediated by Cinderella's boyfriend JJ. The samoosa battle is conflated with
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  • Wayne Porter, freelance journalist, donned his anthropologist's birthday suit and hit the bowling alley. Bar the bowlers hat tipped gently off centre, the man
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  • The Incised Wound

    By Joanne Hichens
    "Please, for me, Dave," I placed my hand on his, and really, no begging, just asked him nicely, "Lay off the booze tonight." Whether
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  • He had been driving for hours through that unstable, somnambulist night when he fell asleep at the wheel. He awoke with a start and
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  • The space between.

    By Mehita Iqani
    It's a handy little line, the one that we use to make our options known. Either/Or. Paper and ink or binary code? Its clichéd,
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  • Un Hombre Fuerte

    By Tamo Vonarim
    Sun.star.kid: Written these words are, at times of a subconscious flow – whether they are mine, I don't know. All I know is that I
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  • Unbroken Awareness

    By TENDAI MWANAKA
    My life is now a floating shellI am a vessel on that river.The storm, the ship, the sea,Whose shores we lost in crossing.  I
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  • Untitled

    By Wilhelm Saayman
    This series of images, made using pen and ink, photographs and Photoshop, explore alternate/dream realities.
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  • Untitled

    By Aryan Kaganof
    /At R550 rand I thought I'd rather die/ My mother: can I trust this woman?/ I thought the Romans were coming, dinkum/ …and always
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POETRY

Sunday, 13 September 2009 02:00

The Facts About Hearts and Origami

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"What's origami?""It was made by the Japanese because they're good at making beautiful things out of everyday things.""I want to be an everyday thing."______________________It is a known fact that the heart beats slower when sleeping and faster when excited.______________________"Why are you making a heart? You already have one.""The one I have isn't the right size.""What's the right size?""Tighten your fist."______________________Origami uses special thick paper. It is unknown how much blood origami paper can hold or pump.______________________"What can your new heart do?""It can move blood around, love my mom, and help me keep breathing.""Mine does that already."______________________The heart can beat up…
Sunday, 13 September 2009 02:00

The Eye

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I sigh: drink coffee:  inhale a cigarette:  come and scream:  reverse the cigarette smoke:  freeze it:  caffeine yourself:  I sigh.  I feel:  every hair on my skin detects it:  my senses scatter everywhere:  I feel.I breathe:  wake up running:  sleep falling:  rise to the smell:  mime in an office shirt:  release last night's sins in the lavatory:  the front door leads:  I breathe.  I see, the sound is blowing your hair:  beautiful music in dusty roads:  red eyed wonder wearing shades: I see.
Sunday, 13 September 2009 02:00

Three poems

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Destinazione Lampedusa Prisoner of fraternityFamily to feedBitterness for penuryMammon- the sole revengeThirty days on footScorched in the SaharaHovering in starvationBarely sustainingDeceased aboardFed to sea monstersDestination-do or dieLand of hard coin.   Steadfast across the waters in a hunt for the truthamazingly, from my heart it emergedassuming perchance, our pride triumphedwould i be found in the midst of friends?would i be trying to fly my own kite...?the man- the strongest- the no nonsense dealer...would i be pricing offers on a quick alternative?"still wanting your ex?"i sense some of them mucky and phoney within"a new life, forget her, it's all hot in…
Sunday, 13 September 2009 02:00

Uncertainty

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My guilty breath catches in my throatas I open the drawerpush away your clothesand hesitateat the sight of your protesting diary.
Sunday, 13 September 2009 02:00

Transmission Failure

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  In this era of ubiquitous telepresence, technology continues to be haunted by the threat of its passive failure. The disconnected line, the failed data transfer, and the dead hyperlink each constitute something of a modern annoyance. Yet, it is at the point where telepresence is ruptured that one encounters something wholly other than inconvenience. Rather, it is at these junctures of technological failure and hesitation [. . .] that the user encounters a void, or rather, an uncanny crack in the ways things should go. Unable to communicate, connect, or effect the desired technological outcome, an anxious user might…
Sunday, 13 September 2009 02:00

Grains of Insight

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There is a separate           Violent intimacy           In the wind trawling the cloudsLike a pure jazz of form.The pours of January rains           And the sloping drops of rain           Accumulating melancholiesHungry and white as salt.The rain won't stop its jazz           Balanced in the oval of heaven.           Dynamic thoughts glimpsedIn the lines of the rain.Needing a certain guide           To really see the yield.           As the years accumulateThe grains of insight.Mind and eye composing           Thoughts straight, sometimes           Circular, diagonal, oblique.But the outlines are visible.Thoughts thus transformed           Informs this pilgrim           Like you.Maybe unlike you.
Sunday, 13 September 2009 02:00

Ode to Boredom

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A deep sighStale air movesLike a pompous lady to a tea partySlowly, ever so drearily Arrogant confidence swaggers throughAt a pace too dull to think ofThe dust particles meandering aboutThe sun moving at a pace close to rewindThe day wears onBody moulded to a straight backed headmistress chairSlouched like a hunchback at a stamp collection viewingThe neck stuck out at tortoise angleUnwilling to move even an inchDull, duller, dullestLids droop to stoned level over marble eyesAnd mouth hangs openTongue glazed with dry spittleToo Ritalin to closeThe flies have stopped annoyingThe deadness is infectiousThe abattoir still dripping with carbolic soap and…
Sunday, 13 September 2009 02:00

Almost haikus x2

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1.Hesitation betweenthought & wordsIs egoin the way of id2.. If you want to saveyour relationshippractisebiting your tongue
Sunday, 13 September 2009 02:00

Waiting

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Your hand heavy on my shoulder likea heavy rock, not an anchor but a millstone.A protracted yawn between your versionof the truth and mine.A vast suburban sprawl between yourice-cream dripping hand and a perspiringvacuumed packed day.Our relationship was pre-packaged waitingfor the expiry date to arrive.Simmering words that in forgotten potswere left to boil down to burnt remindersof an attempt at a Sunday lunch. The rightthing, the picture perfect union that slippedfrom the photographers profile chair and was erased. We lived a waiting roomlife and spoke to each other as if we werein a long corridor with others who waited.We lived…
Sunday, 13 September 2009 02:00

Wrong ideas in a crowded bar

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I look at her    Smile        Stare            Leer the whole nightSay something…            stupidBut not stupid enough for her to say somethingbackI'll look back at him…    his big nose    and bad hair    …UglySmile to be polite Let him in    for a teaseHere, here, hello…    she should be looking at me    not that guy I am more…    in her league        Brighter            SharperBetter hairWhat does she have…            that I don't?The hat, maybe?I should have worn a hatBut then we would have looked like…                the hat sistersLook at me    please…Watch as I…
Sunday, 13 September 2009 02:00

The Unfaraway Tree

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someone had cut the tree in halfthe side closest to the wallshaved offrevealing the staggered branchesin a ladder leading upwardsthe view didn't amount to muchthe neighbours' concrete backyardan empty swimming poola single sad lineof faded laundrybut the branches invited the climband just beyond the topmosttoo fragileto hold my weightthe unfulfilled promiseof another world
Sunday, 13 September 2009 02:00

Chronic Magenta

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Shamefully it is trueA capital liaison at an unmarked dinner tableBlindly wiped by the ceramic glint of the trained eyeCynical rubbish I tell youA degenerate swagger of public behaviourBlackened by a caterpillar stampede of familiar screamsBreath,Breathe slowly so that you don't over heatSo that your blood don't race under gentle terrorMagical memories freeze in between jolts of spasmClinging to fragile time and ignorance of the pastWhile you breed more commonwealth capsules Explained in a fairly relaxed tone and mannerThat the intentions were not quite as pure as the actionBleach the terms of admiration in a gentle blushAdmire with senile salted…
Sunday, 13 September 2009 02:00

Silence

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You keep moving me to Leave it to silenceIt's the parts of your body All in allianceThat make the words in my bodyThat try to define usStop moving towardA way to describe usI touch on thoughtsToo fast to run afterThey pervade and evadeTo sounds of our laughterThey move from eyelid to eyelidWhen I stare too longPull me out of sleepAnd move us alongIn the stillness and calmOf our afternoon drivesThoughts lay thick in the carFrom both our sidesBut still we are movedTo a silence that impartsA sense of perfectionIn the screaming of our hearts
Sunday, 13 September 2009 02:00

...

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... (or Not in Braille)You cannot write...in Braille:the Braille Cell consists of six raised dots arranged in a grid of two dots horizontally by three dots vertically.If you read ... sideways in BrailleIt would mean "L"but the right way aroundthis three part harmony of expectation awkwardness silenceis lost on the earand the eyein Brailleto really write...takes three separate cellsand you're really writing, , ,but look at it with feelingand it meansmuch the same...  (or Trail of bubbles)Thus the drowningof my fish-being wish:During the nightmalicious fishpulled me into the deepAt first their dark formsembodied no menacehelpless in the waythey lumped above…
Sunday, 13 September 2009 02:00

Change

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My lips are pursed, zippedAs Fortune approaches;Piled words climb, clutter and clink In interest in my throat. She turns my wayAwaiting a word:But only seconds pass;Then she strolls on by. I try to speakAnd the words tumble; tinkling as they scatter.Luck never favours those who hoard And now I find myself unspentWhen silence costs so much.
Sunday, 13 September 2009 02:00

pause, lest i lose my mind...

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i left a blurry dream undividedwhole & intact.it pursued me through a realityfortified by stone.i am stuffed full of a dream.bubbling on my surface like a thought.i used to be a curvaceous madness,a well-rounded dysfunction.until i found my dream.i hid it full in my chest.willing arrows to pierce my heart instead.leaving my dream intact.a treasure kept whole—connecting my future to my past.and finally when i had lived a life.i reached for my dreamit crumbled through my fingers,made stale by sensibilities.so i beg youpause, lest i lose my mind...
Sunday, 13 September 2009 02:00

Against the current

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Like morning air on shower fresh skinFlirting, caressing, hinting at desiresUnbidden, fleeting through the mindOnly to disappear in a labyrinth of thought,Forever lost in a sea of incoherent wordsConveying a myriad of emotions and ideasCondensed to a drop by drop by dropOf a pen's life force...
Sunday, 13 September 2009 02:00

In

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  In is an immersive underwater sound composition. The material for the composition was recorded with hydrophones (underwater microphones) in and off the coast of Miami, FL. The work explores natural settings and artificial environments (i.e. tanks.) The latter is useful in sonically magnifying specific animal vocalizations, for example the grunts and high squeals of manatee. The work was realized with the broad goal of making the inaudible, audible and to improve our relationship with our allusive and diverse sound world. The collage is an accurate, constructive representation of some of south Florida's underwater sound phenomena.Sections:•    Grecian Rocks Reef•    Shrimp•  …
Monday, 16 March 2009 02:00

Dear Dollar

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i knew you from when i was bornyou graced my vision the second they pulled me out of the crevicei knew you had something to do with itwhere i was borni knew you from when i could countthey said it's the place to beonly the gold crust went therethe rest we stared at from outside our windows on our way therewhere did they gothose without the goldthey stayed behind in the backrooms where we didn't have to see them all the timei knew you were trouble from the starti knew you could make me love them and hate thembecause i…
Monday, 16 March 2009 02:00

The Root of My Oppression

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$The reason why millions chase dreams instead of realizing them paralyzed by fear Living life confined to their monetary limitations The same reason my lips remain tightly pressed against the firm breasts of Corporate America My oppression is great But greater is my need for the $So, I suckle on Threatening to tear flesh to acquire The currency of my nation My passport to civilization A choice between planes trains and automobiles or My feet as source of transportation A choice between a humble abode built of brick and cement or panhandling amongst groveling folks whom society sneers teasingly flashing…
Monday, 16 March 2009 02:00

Paper Prayers

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My teeth chatter,make small talkwith the air consat the Standard Bank,where you might expectto toast your soleson the glowing goldburning holes in the vault. Clients, sweltering outside,don little cardieswhile transactingin Johannesburg On hot summer daysin LondonWestminster Abbeyis cooled by relics. Remains of Edward the Confessor   a saintly fellowand his successors,   some more ruthless than others,force a modest covering of the shoulders. Thomas Parr   who lived to be 152was younger than the goldin the catacombs,and Edward Lear's rhymesmake more sensethan the madnesswe endureto hear the runcible rustleof plasticthrough speedpoint. So there in the cool of bankconfessional boothspunters bare all (but their arms)    in triplicateto efficient advisors. Absolution…
Monday, 16 March 2009 02:00

$$$

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The traffic lights of free trade.The first domino in a pack.Its throne is the USA,the rest of us are but commodities to its.....desires..... Desires..... DESIRES!Fuel to the ambitious.Dope to the ruthless.A bodygaurd to the powerful.A soldier to the dictator.Godly to the capitalist.Satanic to the communist.A sanctioner to the socialist.A friend to the rich.A foe to the.......POOR!... Poor...... poorWe are encourged by its progress.infected by its greed.moved by its strength.imprisoned by its.....demands.....Demands.... DEMANDS!So however you view  the dollar.....depends on which side of the coin you are looking at.
Monday, 16 March 2009 02:00

becoming clear

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after everything in all my lives occursthen the one appearsdissolves away the multi-headedblack bugsmothers white overtopthe dark livery false heartthen I can summonthe power of my dead father's gunleft to meto blast away the fog-faced gray swirlinto the ground, runningas the pooja camphor burnedin distant India —ritualsmoke to cleanse away spellscast to blind —I've got this poojaworking for meordered onlinepaid for via PayPalVedic pooja —Hindu old school —in New Delhi7760.926 miles awaythey chantin my sleeptheir day my nightthe chill I feelin my unconsciousstirs me to wakesomething lifted away —an invisible restraintrake glowing coalsto flame add wood to the fireclick iTunes…
              Over a period of a year, I have been taking record of aspects of my way of living that have been changed due to financial challenges… Trying to figure out what is the worth of the duties and activities that I undergo on a daily basis and very simple ways of cutting down the cost of living. For example, one of the various categories is called "avoided shopping". Every time I made a conscious decision to curb my urge to buy something, I would make note of it in the journal. At the…
Monday, 16 March 2009 02:00

Poverty and Politics

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Poverty of mindDrains the aptitude of mind, chasing away its astuteness Leaving it shallow and hollow, constricting its acumen Starves its thinking, malnourishing its superiority and power  Making the mind rationally dependant on the stronger ones Closes doors of greater minds, representing clutter of the mind Exploits the pendulum that governs life's clockCausing demure and feeble minds to lose track of timeCaves in thinking to erect a sense of inability around itParades problems where a plethora of opportunities prevails Convincing brainpower to vacate the mindClaiming its services are no longer requiredRenounces sanguinity, adopting glumness Drags wisdom of the mind slowly…
Monday, 16 March 2009 02:00

Unemployment's Cheque

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This phrase error—, failureHas hurried all our endeavoursAnd there is no tranquilizationNow needed.We deal with jagged edgesOf life, willinglyWithout any refuse.As long as a day passes byWe survive.By conjuring a way to disappearInside ourselves.In the evening's duskIts crux collects the remains ofThe painful bits of a long day.My heart skips a beatTo the wailing siren down the streetLending sound and substance to that fear.The fear in my heart perhapsIs what only MugabeCan gloss over.With the flame of the candle goneI sat in the gloomy shack.And cried tears of pain, of hunger,Of how young children are dying.They are just kids—, in…
Monday, 16 March 2009 02:00

The Paper

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Do you know that paper the vital paper,The one that makes the world go round,Not the love letter the other paper,The paper that has you burn in sweat to earn its presence,The paper that cuts itself on a bad return,It hurts us too when it bleeds yet it's only paper,People have died for this paper the city of paper.The street kid on the street corner begs for itKeep your paper he only wants small change,The hustler cheats you and hustles you for itHe says don't hate the player hate the game,Kids in homes go hungry without itMothers hook on the…
Monday, 16 March 2009 02:00

Sea of Stupidity

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swimming in the sea of stupidityI stop at the gas station whereass 1 honks his horn at moron 2the cashier can't countgummy worms – beer – chewing tobacco – beef jerky – licoricecars stuck in a line of their own greedoil stains – a seagull perched way up on the price signflashing lewdly at the roarof vehicles herding down the expressway5:30 pm on Wednesday – makes me justwant to start shooting –pavement pavement pavementjuly heat,stepping in chewing gum
Monday, 16 March 2009 02:00

Ode to the Lifeblood

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Pose for the coverpage    My posing is better than yours        Glossy lube between our thighs            Marauding Euro-cock thrusts and pumps                Let's get fucked together***Think of the worst     It's much worse than that        It's a fat mother            Waste of skin                DesperateBlind, dependent, forgetfulThink of the good timesand the best timesthey're gone                think rightPuny, shriveled embarrassmentPray the wrong waybe sincere                you can't***You don't have much longer to goYou old bastardYou told me you're youngYou said you'd change meYou prayed for meYou hoped for…
Monday, 16 March 2009 02:00

Root for Root

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"Could you give a five to make this donation bin's rim?"he asked, "these locals... many muscles they work,and need a Sunday place to rest them. Many a new-hatchedegg they have, who might grow without a church.""I have no money.""When other men drive your car, they have money.""I meant that I don't have any on me.""And yet we've hardly touched the plans—there is no travel to our trestles; we are still, for lack of fee-paysand contracts.""Shit, build it yourself. Have volunteers.""Except to start the motion and engineer the idea, we haven'tthe knowledge to build by ourselves. If you wouldn't hand itsmartly,…
Monday, 16 March 2009 02:00

Minute Adjustments

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The envelope opens the mailbox and jumps down.It cartwheels through the yard, up the porch,works itself under the door.I hear my wife pull up and I go to this door, trying to think of a spousal greeting that hasn't beenused up by televisions.I discover the envelope opening itself, and a noticeclimbs out, adjusts, and reads:Dear [   ], in accordance / recent acquisition /debt / and considering cost managing / takeover /original provider / necessary / adjust interest /six month outstanding / all loans / new rateThe pet leaps from a chair and smashes againsta window as my wife's key turning…
Monday, 16 March 2009 02:00

Sweetly the Feel

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Shacks of hawked goods, popping teeth in a hopper,smile wilder, trap up-cheeks in drafted humor.Contamination. Cheer-led Go smile.Barrage of spittle on dry lips, money scatteredlike feathers left in the grill.Tongue of the crowing cigarette. Flicking anvil.The gaff-hole in leather drinks money and time.Hole sucking from a low spun blade over rust stains poured in the grass.Inhale, vacuum lost with intricacy,the engineered masthead is trickling its voicethrough the value-estimating black fan.
Monday, 16 March 2009 02:00

Two Found Items

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    Found Item 1: A small find from our local supermarket. A receipt on which the word 'pause' has appeared.   Found Item 2: A card of customer service instructions, whisked away from a NERO in Manchester (a chain of coffee shops a bit like Starbucks).
Monday, 16 March 2009 02:00

Stick 'em up

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Paulson, Bush and Bernanke execute one of the greatest heists in the history of the world. This was my reaction to the US government bailing out Wall Street in late 2008 using my tax dollars. The cowboy bodies are borrowed from The Great Train Robbery (1903), directed and photographed by Edwin S. Porter from the close of the movie where the leader of the outlaw band, takes aim and fires point blank at the audience. This piece was generated by custom software and is around 7ft wide.   The accompanying audio artwork, titled "Greed" is by evilcomputergenius (aka Don Relyea).…
Monday, 16 March 2009 02:00

Fall

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  The piece can be thought of as minimal prose composed of two elements: the single English word "fall" which is contained in the title alone and accompanying stereo sound which expresses the essence of this word. In all, the piece reflects the current state of international economic decline bluntly spearheaded by the formerly almighty dollar.
Monday, 16 March 2009 02:00

what we dream of

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  An uneasy audio poem tripping its way through day-to-day middle class aspirations, hooking into questions of biography and things you have forgotten.
Thursday, 05 March 2009 02:00

The God of Holy Profit

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  An audio track that sounds the call to bring the god of holy profit down.
Thursday, 02 October 2008 02:00

Iris / Timbre

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iris   it's always like thisin the glass mountainour breath makes a miston the mist the shuddering elevatorpitches through ozone, the voicesof seraphim not as fast my compass' needle showsits fear, quivering alone in mypocket, burning north wolf in the mirrorstay by me,the mists between usdissolving to frictiontimbre   circe like,her eyesare storm. canines trot afterthe backs of herwrists, the swing and scent of her smile,the magician's assistant. totems assembleunder her fingers; clicked,spry, unknown as the insideof an egg the air around uswhistles, whirs,a veld of new colour
Wednesday, 01 October 2008 02:00

*3360*

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With eyes that have wandered over the dead bodies strewn on pavements, she now searches strangers' beds for her next meal. With ears that have heard the dull thuds that her father's fists would make on her mother's face as he beat at it as though he were a yogi enthralled in a trance, she now listens only to the sound of money. With a mouth that knows all too well the different tastes of hunger one would feel when the sun is self –conscious, when it harasses everyone in the street and when it hides in its mother's bosom,…
Wednesday, 01 October 2008 02:00

To Femme

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It is not so muchout of lazinessthat most my poemsobsesswith capturingthrough ecstatic syntaxdizzy semanticthe drug of Femme It's that Manand his dramasare dullwhen confronted with the areolaof a nippleor twoor the musk cleftof you-know-whereand all the othergaspsand swoonof the female anatomic perhapsit is also becauseyou have not yet revealedeven coylya consciousnessto matchyour body lucida*****
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