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Contents
Long Gone Song
Stormy Sapir
Oh Yes
Etcetera
Dark the Night (from "An Awkward Night of Poetry")
Another Sad Song of Curro Jimenez
We Belong
Long Gone Song
(Dedicated to Ho Sang, author of ANTI and other completely uknown masterpieces)
(from a collection of poems entitled
"He could have been God or something" by Pitoe)
It is very sad -
this foetus had died
before it was born -
no one cried as there was
no one to mourn
and no one to bury -
nothing
happened at all -
yet
this pathetic work of art
is able to recall
so many bits and pieces
from its unborn heart -
such as polite smiles and dark remarks
and memories lurking in a mass of blue foliage
of hoary family-trees
and the twinkling eyes of lonesome nights -
dwindling minds
full of easy-going hopes -
dreadful screams and sunny sighs -
highs and lows -
ah's and oh's -
grins and frowns -
and so much else -
also
for instance
the joy of existence -
and everything -
even the inspiring smell of rain
in spring
not to mention abstract notions
like
precautions -
life -
or the real paradigm -
yet
this very poem does not remember itself
ever making
any sense
anywhere
anytime -
Stormy Sapir
i was standing
in a fierce blunder-storm of mine
waiting
for the concept of life
to fall on me
and in the
end
i got only 1 or 2
tacit assumptions
so i had to go home to continue to nourish
my disappointment
and replenish my silver tray of
fears
(never had the nerve to meet problems face to face)
"so it goes" they told me and
without leaving behind any trace
i
kept on
drifting
down
to
finally
drown
in time
and space
Oh Yes
oh yes
i was there too
oh yes i was there
names and dates might elude me
people might elude me
(which happens to most of us)
still i have a headful of recollections
to share with you
in this reminiscent mood of mine
just listen
just believe
i was there too
with you
down there
many heavy-years away
in the mix of things
somewhere
i still remember
as if it was today
but
you know
it's strange you won't say you remember now
though i was there
too
i was there
with you
when
we were looking dawn in the face
through the window
of our never-ending misery train
the snoozy colours
green, brown, yellow, and dark blue
zipped into one bizarre
clattering picture
of trees and clouds
and the sun was red
it was far out
and inside
the vibrating compartment
there was a bottle,
some subjective suitcases
and a bunch of half-conscious
first person singulars
longing for anything edible
and
needless to say
i was there too
i was there
with you
giving birth
to jolting dreams
Etcetera
tonight
i fell
into another dimension
another perception
another preposterous vision
another etcetera
of mine
so i drove up to a hill
and what i saw there
was so
it was so
you know
like words
of harsh (i am alive)'s
and love constellations
above us
or big clouds
maybe
and in
the drone of running time
i was
once again
a newborn baby
choking and crying
and frail and small
and up there
i was
more
than ever before
ready
to let go of what i
still playfully call
you
and me
Dark the Night (from "An Awkward Night of Poetry")
dark the night
and blue the souls
no more fights
dont score more goals
we have been preserved
in a rusty hi-tech cage
we may have deserved
the rage at the edge of the age
Another Sad Song of Curro Jimenez
Sometimes
I wish I were one
of the agile happy sprites
jumping from year to year
in glee
through the luring network
of bright city lights
towards the verge of destiny;
But sometimes
I wish
instead of writing a letter
or drawing a line
I could drown myself
in a bottle of wine.
We Belong
Apparently,
we belong
to a small group
of separate individuals
firmly believing
one drop
can be held responsible for
the rain.
Contents
Long Gone Song
Stormy Sapir
Oh Yes
Etcetera
Dark the Night (from "An Awkward Night of Poetry")
Another Sad Song of Curro Jimenez
We Belong
Long Gone Song
(Dedicated to Ho Sang, author of ANTI and other completely uknown masterpieces)
(from a collection of poems entitled
"He could have been God or something" by Pitoe)
It is very sad -
this foetus had died
before it was born -
no one cried as there was
no one to mourn
and no one to bury -
nothing
happened at all -
yet
this pathetic work of art
is able to recall
so many bits and pieces
from its unborn heart -
such as polite smiles and dark remarks
and memories lurking in a mass of blue foliage
of hoary family-trees
and the twinkling eyes of lonesome nights -
dwindling minds
full of easy-going hopes -
dreadful screams and sunny sighs -
highs and lows -
ah's and oh's -
grins and frowns -
and so much else -
also
for instance
the joy of existence -
and everything -
even the inspiring smell of rain
in spring
not to mention abstract notions
like
precautions -
life -
or the real paradigm -
yet
this very poem does not remember itself
ever making
any sense
anywhere
anytime -
Stormy Sapir
i was standing
in a fierce blunder-storm of mine
waiting
for the concept of life
to fall on me
and in the
end
i got only 1 or 2
tacit assumptions
so i had to go home to continue to nourish
my disappointment
and replenish my silver tray of
fears
(never had the nerve to meet problems face to face)
"so it goes" they told me and
without leaving behind any trace
i
kept on
drifting
down
to
finally
drown
in time
and space
Oh Yes
oh yes
i was there too
oh yes i was there
names and dates might elude me
people might elude me
(which happens to most of us)
still i have a headful of recollections
to share with you
in this reminiscent mood of mine
just listen
just believe
i was there too
with you
down there
many heavy-years away
in the mix of things
somewhere
i still remember
as if it was today
but
you know
it's strange you won't say you remember now
though i was there
too
i was there
with you
when
we were looking dawn in the face
through the window
of our never-ending misery train
the snoozy colours
green, brown, yellow, and dark blue
zipped into one bizarre
clattering picture
of trees and clouds
and the sun was red
it was far out
and inside
the vibrating compartment
there was a bottle,
some subjective suitcases
and a bunch of half-conscious
first person singulars
longing for anything edible
and
needless to say
i was there too
i was there
with you
giving birth
to jolting dreams
Etcetera
tonight
i fell
into another dimension
another perception
another preposterous vision
another etcetera
of mine
so i drove up to a hill
and what i saw there
was so
it was so
you know
like words
of harsh (i am alive)'s
and love constellations
above us
or big clouds
maybe
and in
the drone of running time
i was
once again
a newborn baby
choking and crying
and frail and small
and up there
i was
more
than ever before
ready
to let go of what i
still playfully call
you
and me
Dark the Night (from "An Awkward Night of Poetry")
dark the night
and blue the souls
no more fights
dont score more goals
we have been preserved
in a rusty hi-tech cage
we may have deserved
the rage at the edge of the age
Another Sad Song of Curro Jimenez
Sometimes
I wish I were one
of the agile happy sprites
jumping from year to year
in glee
through the luring network
of bright city lights
towards the verge of destiny;
But sometimes
I wish
instead of writing a letter
or drawing a line
I could drown myself
in a bottle of wine.
We Belong
Apparently,
we belong
to a small group
of separate individuals
firmly believing
one drop
can be held responsible for
the rain.