yyaldrin

in je ogen waait de wind
It's sort of unreal isn't it? Like it only exists on tv and in the movies

hm, that's kinda true yeh. nobody knows a ray, we know someone who knows a ray. ray is never ray but always short for raymond. ray is a name you'd only read in neon pink. ray's bar, or ray's lounge. very fitting to your poem yes!
 

kumar

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there was a ray across the street where i grew up he had the biggest house on our street, he wears shorts all year round, ran a garage called rpm motors. the first joke i ever made was saying to my mum that it stood for rays premier mansions, he always said my mum looked like a pop star, he was a textbook ray.
 

yyaldrin

in je ogen waait de wind
i read it now but i'm too tired really. i will have a go at it tomorrow freshly. it gave me david lynch vibes.
 

luka

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Thank you mvuent. Much appreciated. I love it when people pay me attention. I'm now typing out a poem I wrote last summer. It's 50 pages and I'm on page 36 so far. Bit of a drag but it has to be done

serenity obligation qualify the judgement
soften the stone. severity the pillar
of polo shirt man. take him at his word
and suffer.

many have died
here, and the wind scours the flesh from their
bones. smash the tablet

wipe


the pilgrim has lost his way
let us re-orient.

speak it orderly departure through all the big blue
billowing. exodus in episodes. could we keep it

utterly intact, the more than memory, the
presence
which cannot fade.
view-screen offers the same grey desolation across
the entire available field. birds scream
on barbed wire, on broken glass, on black
leather boots. it has come around
again.

drugged and insensate. the nervous system unplugged
disassembled by the blank vacuum of space,
painlessly disembowelled. centipedes
look for a way in, orange legs
in terrible synchronisation.

without a conscience, at the Savoy, drooling
on white linen, lingering
over the nasty parts.

pale ankles
in the crepuscular, in the eclipse
of egoic light.

metal on metal. mangled bodies. the inevitable
script mechanics, beginning middle and end.

quibble over payment plan category error
tigers crouched in long grasses teeth bared
fearful in the grass all golden

death in waiting, coiled.
insurance premium primroses petals flutter
in that breeze.
SERENDIPITOUS ENCOUNTER OBERON
dewy threads of gossamer
later, in Antwerp, we will remember
the death-drive always disguised as Eros, always as
life, leading us
to our end and laughing
how foolish these mortals be.

bugs
chewing the stone the horizon moves closer
boxes us in. mild blues distance clarified. deer
antlers hung with fern, with bracken. deer hooves
stamp the ground, drumming the the warning. owl hoots
in brazen daylight and are we dreaming now?
rewind the tape,

meatland operation get in and get out
don't wanna get trapped
in the matter-matrix.

rescue operative and beat retreat
the air scars the lungs
gravity reduces the bandwidth of consciousness
so that we can no
longer remember who
we are or why we're
here.

"but the streaky slime in their heavens..."
this air is thick. jellied air. lead clouds. metallic buzzing.
there may come a time when contact become impossible
through no fault of your own
through no fault of ours.

TELL ME MORE.

doomed expedition footprints erased by wind
never any record
any evidence or trace.
it was a mistake, led on
by the betrayer. Yes,
lead on by the betrayer.

driven
to your doom.

some decisions are final
the trap sprung
fanfare for the fallen, tooting brass.
 

luka

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That's how it starts although dissensus doesn't preserve the formatting it justifies the text automatically
 

catalog

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Ray nelson is the name of the guy who first gave LSD to phil dick (im listening to the pkd bits of erik davis’ ‘high weirdness’, as per washyourhands recc).
 
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