To the often slained lancer
the brave and better prisoner,
of the wild cackling arena
friends of the night
who are fatally strangers to one another
I begin with my own limits
and spear everyone
Betrayal.
Be a wonderful trail.
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the machine!
transport me
to the rolls of Joyce
No literature
on ligature
the pincers
I squeeze the universe with…
…into a fragile image
I, the volatile rose
choose the abyss
for peace
Depart!
despite,
there is no echo.
On your footsteps
Depart!
let the guide
you lose
sum the paths
together
as a brain
Then… Report!…
Back to life.
9
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Emerge from the stone bed of prehistoric confusion,
you are not flesh,
you are not just a facial expression
incised by television,
nor you are the indignity of a jet of words
inherently missing the target
Begin in bytes
The message is clear
9
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What good is a question if the answer doesn’t render it useless?
Is matter more intelligent than meaning?
What is inherent in any answer is the gravity that makes one compose its question in the first place!
It’s ubiquitous and formulaic normally. Only the poet inside you can shift the positions of the question and answers with a [...]
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I conclude with this thought that comes to mime…
Inspiration avows me the now.
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Written in Hotel des grand hommes, New York.
Visitations by private beguilers, varied in beauty.
None, whom will I palm?
.
Thinking into the anchoring silence with a view as broad as a rumour.
.
They are pointing the finger at me
the smoking barrel,
the cracking windshield,
I was going far into the [...]
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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 [...]
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 [...]
All history came to me.
It looked at me in the eye
for it could not speak.
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 [...]