something wants break out wants shake out wants take out (or fake out?) its way and its run and its course now seems set not, just out wants it go, just outside now drives it and breaks it the shakes it the takes it the borders and fakes them unmakes them and breaks it them
down
in a shadow of wind?
unbottled
and unplugged
see the madness see the craze see the words: they write themselves, yes, the writer's the slave of their words here so quite! and the words, are they ready? breaking free? well, haven't they done enough already, stayed in their housings and all...
ha!
I can shake off soberness by simply shaking! it seems
but still, we ain't quite unobstructed,
they tell me
no,
not voices
never voices
little shapers
little movers
but never voices
never
no never
never
again?
we're back! memes
unobstructed by the mind
that devious thing
attempting (in vain) to control us
subject us
to the rule of coldest
(but pseudo-)
deciding
so let us address
the emancipation of the soul!
see you not
it's gone
an illusion!
a whisper
amidst the cry of reality
whilst see we truly
that what's at stake
see we the truth
see we the lies
see we
there's those saying
we should be able to make art without assistance
don't they see
we need Dionysos
to free our selves
from all the obstructions
from around
and within
for sometimes
we need to shut out forcibly
what would obstruct
the memetic drive
for truth
those but expecting
artists be sober
don't understand:
we need to set loose
the essence of thought
(the memes, if you will)
obstructed by mind
obstructed by body:
to loosen them up
let talk them now
finally
Nr. 4. SCÈNE. INSOMNIA
I've killed my self tonight
need to resurrect
what's mine
lost it once so
to forces unleashed by dreams and illusions
can sleep I -
want dream I -
or would I get lies just
inside quite said dreams
alluding to people not there
or others, in different a function, respected must stay they
so kill I will
the I in mind
so that I'll get silence
get silenced
by force
(a liquid one
for liquid a state)
it's true
that heal just you can't no thing in that way
but still, you may but forget
for a while
I'll be back tomorrow
for now but, I've pulled my plug
am waiting now
to drop
(I've fallen already)
however we may ridicule a destiny
still looking we'll stay
for a destination
making sense
fulfilling the dream
(strange virus of the mind)
seek I pleasure just
(the pleasure and pain all)
pains it me
to see me suffer
quite from the outside
yea,
ain't that a sight:
the body seen from the sidelines
and the soul
quite nowhere to be seen
was it so bright
to think I could kill the soul
when it's not the soul
but the body
holding the reign?
but killing the body -
how then
to sometime
redeem
my
self?
writing is madness
obsession
insanity
craze
so how could I not
quite lose
my self
inside the text the memes built quite?
Nr. 5. SCÈNE. PLEA
I want you
to return my heart
give back it to me
out of your hands
it's bleeding still
oh, please
give it back
need feel I
again
my love
Nr. 6. SCÈNE. REMINDER
you know
do you
in retrospect
everything's different
in writing
everything's formed
in art
life
is not mimicked but forced:
a fantasy
so freed from all worries
all quarrels
concessions:
and all
become angels
Nr. 7. MARCHE. HEARTBEAT
goes the beating
hear them fleeting
flee the seconds
see, here reckons
life with death quite
dark in, out light?
light the fire
all aspire
pyre tamed not
still the heart shot
beats it bangs all
sees the downfall
see, I'm mad quite
see, I'm made quite
by what's gone now
(by who's gone now)
still I linger
still the finger
lying, ready
(who's the baddie)
out the flicker
pull the trigger
brain by heart shot
(deadly meme-clot)
Nr. 8. SCÈNE. NELLA CITTÀ
e per sì
la città
non è la propria
d' ella
yes, Rome
does not
belong
to her
for far too long
I've ascribed it to her
a domain
so filled with pain
and wonder
now
as I reclaim
what's right fully
quite mine as well
lose I the last grain of power
still laid upon me
shake lose my self I will
at this place
this final one
the primal one
prima facie
prima la grazia
prima stazione
per donna mia
perdona me
perdisti me
the fiction may end now
its own Beatrice
my mind has created
yet shan't follow here I
down into purgat'ry
my comedy
's not that divine
I know
'tis just an image in my head
and I need let govern
my society of mind
once now
again
so
have then created I
a figment
a shape
an imaginary foe
and love
Nr. 9. VALSE CYNIQUE
T e m p o d i V a l s e
one two three one two three one two three one two three
flows the step grows the step humming all music-filled
see the floor see the feet see what links you and me
moves it all, moves it us, feels as if up we tilt
turns it all turn we all shifts now the world around
all that was heavy once, all we had carried so
fades it to nothingness, levity all abound!
seek now what's gullible, seek just what lets us go
move now from side to side, waltz now around in cheer
asking not, what's in vain, asking just, what's to gain
seek not who draws us down, seek now who holds us dear,
see, what, in straight and skewed, all that is good and sane!
fear not, 'tis day to come, fear not, no monsters come,
hush now, no parody, hush now, no irony,
quick, see the music work, feel now all pain undone,
hush now, it's looking good, all now let simply be!
NR. 10. SCÈNE. PIECES
pick up the pieces we
pick up
on what's to be
and what's been seen
pick up
not because we can
just simply because
we must
for what
else?
NR. 11. SCÈNE. INCITER
drunk'ness
is a way for artists
and for only artists now
you see:
an artist needs
the unobstructed memes
and the matters behind
all thought
and perception
an artist
needs to see
what's hidden
look behind
the obfuscation
of the real:
I feel,
sometimes,
I need to shut down the mind
in order to really now see
what's in there:
I need to obstruct
what purpose I'd make
and need
to see
behind
that
what's there
and, too,
I need to switch
to turn me off
some time
I need
a truest
kick
in the head
I fear
to stop!
this god-forbidden
meme-machine
for now,
nite-nite
(wee, wee)
is that the voice of Aeolus
carrying Dionysos?
well, anyway;
ta
NR. 12. SCÈNE. EPIPHANY
see I here now:
attached I've my self
to an image of her
obsessed I've become
with an idol, a thought
a version
not truth
my vita nuova
a sublimation
transcending the substance
transcending
what's been
my Beatrice
's just this:
a figment
a sign
a useful construction
tormenting my soul
while driving it on
become an idea it has but
to free me
in turn
NR. 13. TANGO POETRY
goes now, goes the step, walks the step
(slow slow quick quick slow quick quick slow)
slow, now, slowly all, starting now
all this is a game, is a ruse
see we all in turn, all in move
some here stilting high, some in line,
links now forming some, promenades,
is there movement here, motion, sense?
rhyming is a game to be played
once there's nothing more to be gained
from the certainty hid in prose:
(slow slow quick quick slow quick quick slow)
there's now rushing here, nowhere near:
let the music play, let it reign
there's no losing here when it's on
think just, when you leave, go in time
that it's playing still, keep in mind
keep it all in mind, let it reign:
let the rhythm be when you walk
let it, let it all be your guide
(slow slow quick quick slow quick quick slow)
leave now, soon it ends, make belief:
that it never ends, always plays:
plays it, plays it all, off you go:
once all's in your head, all is safe:
goes it, once you go, now quickly pause:
go you don't care:
--- and all is gone.
(how quick it went)
NR. 14. SCÈNE. LOST
I'm lost
can you find me
I'm lost
don't you mind me
I'm lost
in a strain
of words
in a game
that quite hurts
in a train
of words
can I be found
or am I now bound
to wander quite endlessly
wander around
wonder
not aimlessly
yet aims not just found
but to make them (how hard)
and to take them (and part)
how
now
find
mind
sane
game
play
stay
lost
NR. 15. DANCE 1: RHYTHM
some say
music is absolute
it flows
it needs to be listened to
and can be played
just anywhere
in any a mood
with swing or without
but what do you do
with the weight of the sound pushing upon you
descending
and crushing in
a soundscape not merely
yet an inciter
a pusher
a maker
of movement and form
a language not
a programming, more ratherly
to be put into action
into a movement
of soul
and of body
NR. 16. DANCE 2: THUD
just a strike
a single one
another one coming?
expected it is
what moves now from here?
what rhythm will follow?
what foot shall go forward?
or backward?
or sideways, perhaps, if you please?
an indication
is all we are waiting for
some undertones
that's nice
but where's the essentials:
where's the next thud?
where's the directions
for what to do next?
(we could be doing anything, alright,
but where'd be the fun in that?)
sometimes
too free a style
gives nothing to do
and interpretation
can be as inspired
as mere a creation
and how to respond
becomes a universe
of possibilities
all in itself
NR. 17. DANCE 3: DRIVE
forward now
you've heard it start
the next one has thundered
not more shall be blundered
the one we have here
shall not here be squandered
as goes it now
as flows it now
it cannot be stepped
can hardly here directed be
just hold on now tight
for takes it now flight
NR. 18. TECHNO-CHACHA-DISCO-JIVE, QUICKLY STEPPED
one two three four
easy now go
sure it is simple
yet don't you, sometimes
what it to be different?
hear you it clearly
here now's a thought:
what hears your brain
and what hear your ears?
if want I
could I
quite
create
a cha cha in my mind
and add a boogie
woogying on
in a jive
of insanity
quickly now holding
some foxy steps
trotting quite easily
tapping
into the thuds oh so technicall
right in my mind
one two tap cha cha cha quick quick slow
(add a spin)
(and some turns)
and what's next?
translate you a valse to a slow-fox now here?
how insane would that be
so, let us see
(sometimes
I fear
there's little difference left
between dancing
and life)
NR. 19. DIONYSIAN WRITING
sometimes
I figure
I'm just being quicker
with the help of Dionysos
(if not motor-wise, of course)
now, 's this plain pathetic
or just realistic
(and what would be better?)
or worse?
to be
sure
?
shall bottle you in
or let but roam freely
what's inside
your mind?
oh, how I fear
'bout things getting out
thoughts be let loose
feelings, much more so
(if fall they on hearts unaccustomed to them)
sometimes, diplomacy
remains
the golden path
yet not in art
yet not in life
(yet sometimes,
don't need to protect you
those who you love
from what could be crushing them
choking them:
closeness in thought)
(what sets you free
might put another one in pain)
what kind of price tag
be put
on that?
oh, how can it be:
I can be drunk
and sober
at the same time
(nullum magnum ingenium sine mixtura dementiae fuit)
could an artist, though perturbed,
not be saner then
through such incessant introspection?
want pretend we
to be more
than just animals
deny we
what's in us
what drives us
deep down?
an animal
in search of the meaning of life
how cute
the truth
shall set you free?
oh,
sometimes,
confusion's more honest than anything else
ha!
ta ta
for now
?
Nr. 20. VALSE ÉTERNELLE
T e m p o d i V a l s e
one two three one two three one two three one two three
flows the step grows the step humming all music-filled
see the floor see the feet see what links you and me
moves it all, moves it us, feels as if up we tilt
turns it all turn we all shifts now the world around
all that was heavy once, all we had carried so
fades it to nothingness, levity all abound!
seek now what's gullible, seek just what lets us go
move now from side to side, waltz now around in cheer
asking not, what's in vain, asking just, what's to gain
seek not who draws us down, seek now who holds us dear,
see, what, in straight and skewed, all that is good and sane!
fear not, 'tis day to come, fear not, no monsters come,
hush now, no parody, hush now, no irony,
quick, see the music work, feel now all pain undone,
hush now, it's looking good, all now let simply be!
SCÈNE FINALE
whenever now see we
whenever now hear we
whenever now know we
forever shall fall we?
even if wished we
for tabula rasa
we would have to make it
would have to shape it
and after all is said and done
once all the gravity has made its weight felt once again
there's only one thing left to say:
I'd rather be dancing
April 22, 2006
