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Saturday, July 26, 2008

Room 790.AN


........................................ being perhaps differently in a different place


............. an agonistic sense, as sense as of desole, or illume.......

........................................as if things were, and something screams inside his silent head

.................who are we?

........................................wha -?! eh?

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..............................be..........................dispute.............refuse wars......don't kill......................
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fight with words and death

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Tuesday, July 22, 2008

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Room 790












something nobody can see:
as if you were the

one

in the

centre of a gigantic sound-shriek










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Room 780.00








.....................Steffi.Vergissmeinicht.


















Redeem the time


Redeem the unread vision in the higher dream


Redeem
















"... a bare, forked animal."







Life and Death









The memorial to local RSA workers tragically and brutally murdered at the Panmure RSA









A man dead on the road before the indifferent chess pieces... killed in a Middle Eastern conflict




Le la, le aso (Te Ra)








You must learn time, he said to the beautiful spider...






Robert Creeley -US Poet in Auckland - I met him in 1995




"Can you recall
distances, odors,
how far from the one
to the other


........

the lawn's webs,
touch, taste of......"








Nothing must be forgotten, even the murder of a spider














.....................................................My son Victor in Panmure by a sculpture





Forget not.









.................................................Graffiti - the struggle for identity - on a pipe at the Panmure Basin (erupted about >12000 years - in fact there was more than one eruption)








As all things sigh toward their nigh...






Vergissmeinicht.




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Room 674.33

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post – Varese etc, not something tame like
the Songs for a Mad King: but it all passes, even the wind machines,
and the ape-shaped eyes, thoughts of death, leaves, corpse valleys,
memories, inscriptions.....

you turn back to The Romantics, for there is
something about you, something nobody can see:
as if you were the

one

in the

centre of a gigantic sound-shriek, and

batting up all hell, and no one
gives a fuck, especially with everything turning into grey gold






















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