Human forms his truth by mathematical precision.
It will always be inaccurate, unsuperior in relation
to the wholeness of this system.

Intermittent Lunacy is the second book of poems from KiNo.
Currently it is unprinted and only exists as unique handwritten copies
- you may order from the store at the bottom of this page.
KiNo is currently making a poetry album by the same title and content.
It features his voice and a collage of extraordinary soundscapes composed to the poems.

The book starts here: Part I – Poems 1 to 13

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Poems 15-27

#15

18/12/06 15:54

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Everything at once!

If I can’t articulate the complexity of this mental image,

it’s because there are magnetic fields between “being” and “representation”.

I cry,

I endure

I am volatile if I am, on purpose

in the purgatory

mangled between my two ears.

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#16

18/12/06 15:58

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Ascend on a beautiful day,

life keeps you inside me like a pearl inside death,

on a beautiful day,

let army of shadows play,

black keys of the piano playing the song of death.

I am not afraid.

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#17

21/12/06 18:40

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I received a bullet on the chest of liberty.

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#18

22/12/06 14:36

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My heroes are books still in the form of trees

uncut, unwritten,

their pages content with air

and the rippling of a stream nearby

just minutes before civilisation.

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#19

25/12/06 04:39

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Fang-less vampire,

teeth deep in a sealed smile.

When one remembers one often forgets

how beauty is the captive child in your feminine fortress.

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#20

25/12/06 04:59

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The man walks his shadow to tolerate his doubt;

whether it is day or night,

it’s neither!

only a song for the piper.

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#21

29/12/06 20:32

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Modern Malady.

Our actions, habits, ambitions, desires, affections are as modern as our corpses.

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#22

Lost and unfound.

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#23

05/01/07 03:02

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I am possessed

my entire being is sledded down

the abyss of existence.

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#24

05/01/07 03:11

Of all the ends to a love story

the best one is to start another one with the one I love.

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#25

07/01/07 07:00

Everything comes from one and returns to one.

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#26

11/01/07 23:06

Testimonies of a super- ego:

enlarge as you wish, my pretty!

you are not alone in this world.

Sulphur smile,

mellotron tease,

I am yours

all the way.

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#27

13/01/07 18:02

The cliff I fell from is higher than my being.

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Voice automatically recites at the loading of this page. Poem inspired by this news.

The flighty dame stood over the Brooklyn bridge contemplating a suicide note

whence came the angel of death and already biased by her golden misery

gave her a novel instead.

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She could then talk about the parade of faces on her last lover’s gestures,

about the informative skies harbouring hopeless beginnings for each gestation,

she had the world of future

under her blowing skirt

just a cliché.

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Marilyn curled dark impulses, her tiptoes

balancing on the threshold of a breaking news.

The silent slither,

East River, yet to rot and freeze.

Marilyn gasped an awakening

and dragged her leaden defeat back to life.

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Now, fade into the automatic buzzing solitude engineering this city

with its mute traffic of lament.

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Black eyes of the water blinked farewell

for the time being

the disparate stranger

whom I never cared for.

Then why do I occasionally see her come through this door

vivacious as a cork leaving a bottle of champagne

for an enormous splitting headache.

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I feel the drowning of a leaf in a lake.

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Voice automatically recites at the loading of this page.

Jealousy is a window,
slut,
and half open to me.

Corpses I recruit in the wake of love
never realise I don’t exist.

On this private street, venting songs
I have known many whores.

They come like saturn ringing around my glow.

My plans are evermore transparent and shows me the spineless.

Listless and removed
from the haggard artillery of my youth.

In the veils for mystery, leave me stranded
I can not materialise even if I attempt bulging enthusiasm,
my counterfeit sentiments are cranked and fading.

Tumbling down the scale of strings, at ease, I feel as pale as a spotlight.
Transfigure my settings, please,
to the paramount version of me.

Before little people appear, you will slap immediacy forgetting what I reveal.

Two spirits collide
somewhere I cannot be.

Here and there,
eyeing the interesting.

Nights volcano beats in embers of the heart to soot my being.

In this secret battle for possession
I am unassigned and impassioned
without a person.

Because I must work the mechanics of life’s endeavour
and hoist the unknown.

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Voice automatically recites at the loading of this page.

Places to go.

Reluctant with a pretty face

daily amorphous delicacy

in a grasshopper’s leap from my skin

I am roaming

beating the books

as the rare searches its muse.

Eum.

The best unfound way out

is the pact of life with scissors,

the union of my both sides:

amphibian and nocturnal.

Voice automatically recites at the loading of this page.

You reel me towards the strange

deviation in the rustling of the city

you hang like a crocodile skin bag

on the burning alabaster shoulder

I would love to kiss farewell

as if a person.

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6th song from the debut KiNo album MAP OF THE UNIVERSE.
You can listen to the full song here. Or you may purchase it here.

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I can see in the kingdom of the blind,

what’s the word in the realm of deaf,

the dumb stared too long at the distant sun

thinking it’s the sky

I can see in the kingdom of the poor,

who is in the act of stealing brains?

the dumb states too much

at the cinema of the bourgeois.

Quit order,  everybody,  quit or die!

Buy and sell, everybody’s worth a penny, baby

They love this life long drama.

They want that life long drama.

I can see in the kingdom of the blind,

what’s the word in the realm of deaf?

the dumb stared too long at the distant sun

thinking it’s the sky.

Deep down inside everybody lacks a heart,

Bought and sold, everybody’s worthless pile of bones,

They love this life long drama.

They love that life long drama.

Quit order, everybody, quit order!

Buy and sell, everybody’s worth a penny, baby?

They love this life long drama.

They love that life like drama.

And in the end,

we all went down to the land beneath the sand

for a return to eternity

that’s the end, beneath the sand.

SONG EXPLANATION:

It’s about death in two ways. Firstly, it refers to the state of fascistic, ignorant, parasitical, idiotic world of entertainment that turns people into deaf, dumb and blind; effectively killing their critical awareness by blighting the potential of the  mediums of expression and information such as cinema, music and literature. Secondly, Dancing with a Rocket makes a reference to the phenomenon of death literally. Death as a beginning rather than the end, which stops all worldly indulgence, the temporal and the insignificant. Rocket symbolises the heart of the one who is aware, rising forth to eternity.

8th song from the debut KiNo album MAP OF THE UNIVERSE.
You can listen to the full song here. Or you may purchase it here.

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Bequeath me the world, i am hurled to a void in your voice

between the worlds of consequence which begins, which will end

Bequeath me the world, i am here, but it’s unlikely to resist

the rules of the game dictate us, there’s been no winners nor losers,

decide what you will be when you die, children know this by heart

between the fiction in fantasy and the real in the imagery, Bequeath me…

Bequeath me the world so that I give the world to you

those who are gone, those alive,

life feeds on love “and the world will be as one”!

Bequeath me the world, i am hurled to a voice in your void,

between the worlds of consequence which will end, which begins

Bequeath me the world, i was here, but it’s unlikely to resist

the rules of the game dictate us, there’s been no winners nor losers,

decide what you’ll be when you live, children know this by heart,

between the fiction in fantasy in the real in the imaginary,

Bequeath me…

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SONG EXPLANATION:

“Everything leads to the belief that there exists a certain point of the mind at which life and death, the real and the imaginary, the past and the future, the communicable and the incommunicable, the high and the low, are not perceived as contradictions.” André Breton

Give me the world in all of its chaos and glory, with all the worlds between good and evil, with everything logic and rational thought is incapable of grasping. This song is made of 3 choruses back to back with lyrics changing to binary opposites to represent the ying and yang order of things.

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