Sunday, December 11, 2011

so the king died

so the king died & was brought to kala & they buried him there
they washed the chariot at a pool in kala
(where the prostitutes bathed) and the dogs licked up his blood

king
yellow burnt life : silence
no beginning of days
no mother : no father
no end of days
red :: ash

echo
i must lie down where
all the stairs begin
and then the truth has its play
lamb and lion pursue my thoughts
intellect judges the deep selfishness of my body's drug
while waking the echos of my imagination

dogs
the wounds divided into the night
the bloody floor : table : bed: a bitter end
king is dead : an unstatisfied throat of pride
dogs recognized the musical scent of blood
death takes what man keeps

prostitutes
an empty stain beside the pool
where lamb and woman climb into paper forgotten oaths
whispers from soldiers : feathers : brothers / forgotten
the pool : the moon : the birds
no banners for her / no bribe

a.
she bent her body to shape dust and dirt
and her air of immortality
blossomed into a kingdom
a copy of clay and power
the prostitutes made their demands
spade the dirty hand
some confused others took the lead

b.
the king's ghost / lightening laughed
she sang of lust and rage
unbegotten to the new dead age

c.
their souls constituted
a freedom of dried frangrances
a language beaten into their shiva moons
sing me a song : break stones / battle one

(Please play audio + write your hopes on a scroll. Place the scroll into an envelope : go to the sea : barefoot : walk to the mouth : placing your scroll into her wave : smell her scent / remembering what it's like to cry tears) x:w


Notes:
Shiva : in Judaism, Shiva is a ritual meaning
seven days of mourning for the dead.
On day seven, Shiva ends in the morning::

Inspired:
Biblical scroll: First Kings / a murder

Sound:
Camille Yarbrough
Little Sally The Super Sex Star
Iron Pot Cooker

Visual:
Found image

Friday, December 2, 2011

a vessel of oil is sitting on the shelf, and that is all the woman had to give. she had talked about it with him late into the night.

road of mystery
harvest non:chalant papyrus
tender moments of water trickling down
the slopes of the atlas

my heart has room for you
i know that you are coming soon
toronto morning must be near
the candle is burning on the path of uncomprising : bitter/now
follow me there, young but getting too old for this/now
there :: tomorrow you may stand

furrowing into that distant land

for you and i only had that which is past
and like life, you must always make
4. some
3. part of
2. that
remnant
1. last