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Obituary for a Poet Heretic

January 22, 2010

When he died, people wore dark colours and said nice things about him. They played sad music, which he wouldn't have even liked, and they had his deathmask taken which made him look limp and not like him at all.

My hood

October 21, 2009

My father was a writer and a great man, and his father was a writer, as was the one before him, and he was a great writer, too. So that I got confused sometimes if greatness came from being a man, or a father, or a writer, or all of them at once, since the […]

Me moir my yore

July 31, 2009

The quick, brown fox jumps over the lazy dog. Wikipedia I am among the many most definitely and most certainly: me. Definite: because I know where I begin though not where I will end. Certain: because of the many that many have told me that I am, some more some less kindly. In these two […]

taciturn

July 5, 2009

When we lived in London, I had a good friend, a tree named Jeremiah. He was a birch and stood in Waterlow Park. He was a slow talent and came into bloom late in spring but then he lasted longer than most of his brothers and would give me shade and solace when many other […]

five women: penelope

June 28, 2009

i have at the soul level only ever known five women if you dont count my mother: a german, a persian, an argentinian, an italian and an american. now i will talk about them & say what i need to say. today i will talk about the german woman. this woman is in a way […]

tickled pink

June 16, 2009

i cry my name from the bottom of a tibetan bowl. i wind my shawl closer round my neck & i close my fly for fear i might take flight at the first sign of fear. i ask her, What’s up with you – you seem down, and she does not answer because she’s mad […]

my father my milk

May 21, 2009

while as i said before i was cut from my mother’s backbone it was left to my father to shape my gullible mind, and that’s the truth. every human is a singularity out there with infinite space around & infinite depth beneath. as a child i knew that and i didn’t because black hole awareness […]

i am who i am & when i grow up

April 19, 2009

i was born in a small town in the county of rhineland-palatine where they eat pig’s neck: imagine, grown men sitting on one of the town’s squares their shirt sleeves rolled up and their ties thrown over the shoulder, biting in the springy animal flesh. this gets to me. buried now below an overpass, an […]