A Dull Moment, Exist!

December 2, 2010 – 13:59
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Written in Hotel des grand hommes, New York.

Hole in my psyche spying on the well of dreams.

Here I am where you had been before this sequence.

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Fissure legs stalking the entire sea.

Pandaemonium is open

lifting the skirts of cities. Paris in Rome,

Gentleman, you cannot retain the retina reaction

a dull moment exists

long as the day.

This escape is scenic and audible.

Swinging a cat by its tail.

Tethered dogs lament walking

Always someone else has to foot the bill at your death and birth.


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Uniformity of the Sacred

November 22, 2010 – 01:26

All your consecrated personages are no more holier than an atom.
The system we exist in is scientific and at the the same time spiritual. The two are identical across the universe. It is us who dissect the meaning from experience. What an inexperience!

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Our Times’ Short Circuitry

November 1, 2010 – 20:59

The best examples of today’s poetry are information logs on the internet. Sadly or gladly, but definitely naturally.

X as/is/does Y.

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October Films

November 1, 2010 – 04:49
A concise evaluation of films watched at the Hotel des grand hommes.

02 0CT 010 — El Topo (Jodorowsky) “Consecrating metamorphosis”

03 OCT 010 — La Dernier Femme (Marco Ferreri) “At the end of the film, we are left with a  protesting cock, although mutilated, it really is the symbol of mutilation for what the Depardieu character is protesting; namely the feminine unrest. Poignant demonstration of the order of things.”

13 OCT 010 — La Pointe Courte (Agnes Varda) “Quintessential student film. A slap is the best transition”.

14 OCT 010 — Les Felins (Rene Clement) “The film doesn’t hold up. It’s a dull trap. Merely served me for a tune-up of my style. Alain Delon and Jane Fonda are individually great, no real dynamic between them. I feel the American production must have a finger in this Clementine failure.”

16 OCT 010 – Sao Paulo – Sociadade Anonim (Luis Sergio Person) “Somehow an interesting account of a man reaching the boiling point and his cowardly attempt to start his life over again. Reminded me of a Fassbinder’s melodrama. Brasilian Portuegese spoken beautifully.”

18 OCT 010 – La Antenna (Estaban Sapir) “Undeniable beauty of black and white imagery supersedes the narrative quicksand of a metaphor that sadly enslaves the entire film to its unsurprising trajectory. It’s plot is more like a Simpson’s episode and even then La Antenna cannot rival their post-modern twist. Ultimately, this is a movie, not a film, a tribute that depletes by recalling the true masterpieces of the silent cinema.”

19 OCT 010 – La Dantelliere (Claude Goretta) “In her meek regard and sacred solitude, I found the traces of the first girl I ever fell in love at first grade. Her name was Lara (a blonde) and she too had the same polite and shy uncertainty which is now understood as the epitome of innonce to me, something I fall by involuntarily. Isabelle Huppert transcends acting. Claude Goretta is Vermeer.”

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History Poem

October 7, 2010 – 05:03

All history came to me.
It looked at me in the eye
for it could not speak.

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Human Forms the Truth

August 16, 2010 – 16:44

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

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INTERMITTENT LUNACY – Part II

June 25, 2010 – 14:55

i 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

intermittentlunacy

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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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Claptrap V
Marilyn Monroe

June 7, 2010 – 00:26

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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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Claptrap IV

May 27, 2010 – 02:55

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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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Claptrap III

March 22, 2010 – 01:08

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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.

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