creeping out

To ‘Elsy

She watched him fall
quietly off to sleep
Pure unsaintly voices conjured in her mind

; walk away. in your dream. walk away to me

He’s never to be mine,
rousing herself she chastised
Neither shall I ever be his

White stains black; the dermatologist had once said
As it was in the begining
forever it shall so remain

The fallen Tablets broken
Moses was only man
a mortal in a burning bush

The fire set ablaze
his young impressionable mind

I have seen God; he alarmed
Only I can be followed
off into the wilderness

A place promised on foggy nights
A voice unsaintly conjured
in her eyes

Manna falls atop a tree
A plague afflicts their mountain
Love is bright Orange

For hearts set apiece
Life’s truly about
Boy Meets Girl; Girl Meets Boy

She watched him fall
deeply off to sleep
; walk away. in your dream. walk away from her
-
To me.

- phoebe mutetsi

reaching out-

I feel lethargic

I need a boyfriend; well, its the feeling am carrying right now

I should learn to give away, to let go; spring clean

I guess what i really need is a sleep-in

x

monologue

i ran to my house to catch some sleep this morning
I found the cleaning ladies rummaging through
my rubbish.

No sleep time for me at all then
I am likely in a terrible mood today

- right now, i still feel great.
I caught the bus back, singing out loud
I am delirious

La mamma Morta

Its another (all) night at Fabrica. Tonight, because the work am
here for is mostly clerical,
I have decided to let the voice the Great Maria Callas
sing me through the night.

Beauty- spirituality- perfection.

many times

Earth Song II

again, I cried
not just for her
not just for him, no.
not for him

I cried for us
for myself and him and her
the three frail cats in the passageway

how did we become this
dissolved, non-existent, fictional
amongst ourselves
with ourselves, especially

how does a beautiful brick wall consume one- absolutely

Is it the hollowness of the round circles therein
Or is it the wishing pond,
from which nothing survives?
Or and perhaps, it is the cold pillars
on which we’ve accustomed to hold ?

I cried about the pettiness of the fickle loves
which crawls to the margins of preposterous,
beyond imagined controls

I cried about the selfish abandons
the care- less-ness
to which we confess but can never attest

I cried. deeply saddened.
I cried because I was enraged

___________________for us and them
the three frail cats
and the numerous cold pillars

The brick wall stands
So should we; forgingly

this is Earth Song I

Arto Lindsay

because I love him
and because he’s my friend
– related

Arto Lindsay is currently in Germany adding to his recently REvisioned phenomenon.

This one is called the Penny Parade

and the previous one- at least the one i remember to be previous, mainly because I really wanted to fluke my way in being apart of it (rwanda called) -
was called Multinatural (black out)

This is what they said about it

—Part of the project Parades, produced by the Fondazione Claudio Buziol during the spring of 2009,
whose high point have been the parade Multinatural (blackout) by Arto Lindsay for the 53th Venice Biennale, …

aaaaaa

maia ruth lee

They get in
and……..
They get out
_____________just like that

utube.com

AM TALKING TO MYSELF AGAIN

when am sickly busy…
youtube becomes my happy click.

I guess now its only right that I state a “public”
Thank You
to every single one of you youtube users
who make an effort to post a wonderful comic skit,
a memorable moment from an aging television series,
but most especially, and specifically;
the music.
Thank you for posting the music that my radio don’t play.

- (I’ve no radio)

I have spent the last couple of nights
listening to Bill Withers- Grandma’s hands, Lucy (am her dady), Use me, et al.
He’s great, Mr. Withers is.
…………and my radio dont know who he is.

Today, on another happy click.
Searching for a cover version of The Doors’ People are Strange
I discovered this beautiful, beautiful singer called Elisa (Elisa Toffoli) .
I think she’s gonna be my new obsession. Sorry Cat Power. I love you and all. But she is….taking me to church

end.

Ps: Ive just done a google search. she is Italian
and she was born in Monfalcone- a small town near Trieste!
Coool!!!!!!!

THE DOORS- people are strange

Trying to get shit done… sorry about the Shit-word guys
-Pau says Ive started swearing alot
And am not even on coffee or anything; You know.
- Well, I do take pain killers every once a day, sometimes twice
(depending on who’s counting)
but thats alright, no.

Its not like an addiction or anything; is it?!
Its not like am saying am going to do it forever
or that I cant get myself to stop doing it, if it were to drive people
to the streets in protest (or Facebook- what hell)

or that I would… instruct for some one to kill some one or 23more;
or something crazy like that

or even, … or even that I would possibly blame it on such abstract ù
legal condemnations as “terrorism & wati-noti”
Or Anything like that. No.

Basically.
All am wanting to say is ….
What Am I wanting to say

Well, All I intend to type down here is nothing but anything that will keep
my fingures away from that little Final Cut Pro Razor
because if I dont break for atleast 20-typing minutes, I might just go to the bathroom and find an actual razor and… well,

Oh, yeah. Now I remember what I was wanting to say with most of that above…

Basically (and I aint pretend-preaching, or something like that, yeah)

Basically
The worst addiction, – I have recently acknowledged-
is this suffered by [a number of] Unmentionable Presidents

Am not saying anything serious here or anything. I am just saying, there must be something about ‘a man in power’
something which I would seriously pay to have myself- if it were sold in the cut, color (pink) and size, of a pain killing tablet—

I wouldn’t like, use it or consume it, or anything that greedy.
I would just, like, hold onto it…. for as long as I can

especially because I know that with drugs, just as is with power, “possession is just as bad”. – which is a good thing. No?!
It is a great thing…. for everyone in the know

Therefore, to you my unbeloved leaders of tomorrow… (don’t take a guess)…. smoking and snorting has got nothing on you buds.
and I know non’ about leadership or pot… but ive got points in Observational Nothingness, Fast typing and Slow cutting.

-that last one, I need to get back to. asap

The Razor calls

Ps. AM DOING AN ALL NIGHT AT FABRICA
- working on inventing something new
……..it’s neither a pill nor a new ’seat’ in the Addictive House, also known as State House (-big oxymoron. huge), also known as…

Get back to work phoebe, it’s only past midnite.

DISCLAIMER… why …

Hello Mr. President

… on that handsome rhetorical bluff; I was writing to
congratulate you upon your talent and skill for preemption.

“The King is not elected. If he wields political power, how shall he be accountable for his mistakes?
A political leader, since he/she is elected every 5 years, will be voted out if he/she makes mistakes.
What do we do with a traditional leader who is not elected but has made mistakes?”

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