All entries for March 2006

March 29, 2006

the greatest minds are capable of the greatest vices as well as of the greatest virtues

Follow-up to a cream cracker under the settee from Rashomon Imperative

i muscht be dreaming
"would you like to go
dancing cogitoe to toe?
many things i know
many more than that rousseau
that i'd like to show.."

beware this heart of gold. this heart is cold
"why, you're hardly shy
and would make a grand ally
but your heart does lie
in st germain de prés [sigh]
so no des, nice try"


March 28, 2006

still there's not a show on my back: holes or a friendly intervention

Transcendental

1. TEAM
with a watchful eye
and too-frequent cries of "fie!"
this tiny sized guy
ensures assuredly my
font will not run dry

2. NO FIE IN TEAM
a kantian man
without a kantian mouse
unkantian span
between words, made kant to rouse
and tan his slow fan


March 27, 2006

unblogging

sorry blog, i think we all knew deep down that this was the truth, but only now has it been conclusively proved:

studying beats blogging by miles

Unblogging

In fact, Lig never formally resigned his editorship - he merely left his office late one morning and has never since returned. Though well over a century has now passed, many members of the Guide staff still retain the romantic notion that he has simply popped out for a ham croissant, and will yet return to put in a solid afternoon's work.


March 26, 2006

a cream cracker under the settee

[she had passed through the dusk. and therefore the air was silent save for one soft hiss that fell. and therefore the tongues about him had ceased their babble. darkness was falling]

talk talk
i have returned to campus for a single week, and once again i lack a muse! as i sit lonesomely with my fingers resting on the keys, i wonder

"with whom am i to badinage?

who will listen receptive and attractive?

and who will provide divine inspiration?"

pages of notes lie flat and pale upon my desk, but i seek more liveliness, more fleshliness

something altogether more hilly and perilous

[a trembling joy, lambent as a faint light, played like a fairy host around him. but why? her passage through the darkening air or the verse with its black vowels and its opening sound, rich and lutelike?]

talk talk!!
a week you say? perhaps i will deign to help… for we are very similar you and i, musing with mutual gesticulation, shunning the direct glance of the cameric abyss

[...tick tock tock tick…]

try: "if i had been receptive, i would have heard a tick."

but such a conditional is quite vacuous if the only possible conception that he can have of his being receptive at that time is simply that of being able to hear what is there to be heard
only a spatial theory can satisfy the demand that the factor accounting for the presence or absence of a perception of perceptible phenomena should be at once a priori connected with the propositions about the world, and yet subject to significant empirical control…

[he walked away slowly towards the deeper shadows at the end of the colonnade, beating the stone softly with his stick to hide his revery from the students whom he had left: and allowed his mind to summon back to itself the age of Strawson and Evans and Harrison]

talk talk

ah what serendipity! "i'm here all week" quoth she

my bill has been well-fitted and filled, fleshly and skilled!

and my desk! dangerous and diverting as any wood can be

and with that i shall wend my merry way to sleep, to wake up musingly tomorrow

aren't the fates sometimes kind?

my psychic told me she had an ass like rodin: gauguin, joanne d'arc

[exit music (for a blog)]:

"so if you got a trumpet, get on your feet, brother, and blow it.
if you've got a field, that don't yield, well get up and hoe it.
i look at you and you look at me and deep in our hearts know it.
that you weren't much of a muse, but then I weren't much of a poet."]


March 25, 2006

i'm the catcher in the rye. i'm jeff goldblum in the fly

1. maybe baby bb. determining towards oblivion
now reconvening
five seven five too many
is it called "baby"
because it is like a large creche?
all dancing sans taste

the liver will deliver

2. phenomenology. robesque
huddling hung-over
glaring while the screen glares back
hot dry shrinking skin
wanting black ribbons of coke
sandwich, guardian

a-shoe woo-hoo

3. reprise
don't worry really
for long-standing dancing shoes
tapped well in time
like as one un-undone
[exeunt: costcutter!]


March 23, 2006

returning happily

Writing about web page http://www.nickmb.co.uk

1. sorry nick. here is your present.
now back to warwick
having reminisced upon
schooldays historic
(though unfortunately sans
presents euphoric)

X-rated Spiderling

2.decipher
the poorest cipher
the audience will decide
unprompted by tags
casting their eyes opened wide
by my birthday cheer


brushing up my doodles

Follow-up to phenomenal ontology from Rashomon Imperative

looking extra fly:

kitely spidey

1.when doodling in the library.when inspired by a fabulous line writ knightley
"high as things kitely"
spiderling flies aloftly
(doodled quite rightly
in the library softly)
now rendered sightly


a paradigm shift with bells on: unveiling

1. sneak a peek at geek chic.
"art pretentious? [mwah!]"
with a peck on the cheek, squeak
"respect of the clique"

2. weakly freaky beak.
a new way to speak
dodging the incessant shriek:
"oblique, why my pique!"

3. unique technique.
finding what we seek:
an eschewing of mystique
(tweaking my boutique)

4. haiku askew
bid adieu haiku:
i present anew to you
the fiveku debut

If Man Is Five

5! they may not always rhyme. or be in time...
i may well deprive
your haiku fix: you’ll survive
meanwhile I’ll contrive
five-seven-five-seven-five
together we’ll thrive


March 15, 2006

i've broken out of folsom prison: time is strolling on

1.
now i have come back
to the place where we all dance
all night with linked arms

tanzen round and round

2.
folsom prison blues
pronouncing bouncing basslines
causing pouncing feet

entrancing down and down

3.
familial rites:
to eat, drink, sleep, and shelter,
and glance primally

mugging glances

4.
a reality-blog
it occurs infrequently
make the most of it


March 13, 2006

but i don't think a few words of mine are going to make you change your mind

1. about a boy
the mofo you love
to hate, but can't because you
love what haiku make

2. stick schtick
still determined?
i've tangled with your mind before
with five seven five

3. the ante is going to touch the sky
this time i'm tangling
with directly acquainted
mind melting belting

a visual representation of a haiku

4. a visual sky-haiku
centre to centre
syllable to syllable
haters – say "laters"


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