It is.
It is a ball surrounded by lightning
and the mercy of cosmic rays
being hurled through space,
again and again finding itself
in the same place.
It is a ball made of razors
and childrens legs and bar parties
toasting another days defeat
and its return in hot drums
confessing night
beyond all referendum
and cooking naive rhetoric
........
insanity goes through us
like a train, a drill
coming in both sides
of the room,
both sides of a nameless
street,
like two ears
blinded by sulphurous words.
........
it is not peace. it is
not death. it is something
else, this pure violence
where i come from.
it is not peace. it is
not death. it is something
else, this void where
it all starts again.
.........
the preacher is preaching infinity again
and again. I know I will not leave
the room alive.
archive - issue 20
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How Are You Brother? Amen. It was 4p.m when the yellow van arrived, and I was glad. The Sunday breeze was slightly tinged with…Read More
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One – She wore her nakedness too well, it scared me. Two – Her breasts were a monument; a single one covered my universe whole - it…Read More
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An elaborate classical Roman arch frames Raphael's School of Athens (1509-1510), behind which three more arches advance towards a vanishing point; focusing the viewer's…Read More
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Vision is a wide-reaching concept. With this piece, I'm merging the physical/literal idea of vision, (as in seeing) with the idea of en-visioning. Watching…Read More
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Kyle Allan
Kyle Allan is a 29 year old poet, recording artist and events organiser. He has published a book of poetry, " House without walls" in 2016 and in 2013 released an album titled " Influences". He has organised numerous events including most recently the UHAF ( Underberg Himeville Arts Festival) fest in 2016 in the southern Drakensberg.