Steve Dalachinsky
Jesse Auchter
George Kerr
Steve Dalachinsky
so profoundly made…..
a scramble after a lecture by kristeva @ nyu added/subtractions
(& mischa mengelberg @ tonic)
so profoundly influenced by
monk (s with habit)
body is met a - ( things & words )
valse valse valse - sad-o-mask kit sic
dreamless dream (only signs sounds sensations)
so round the tick(le) tock on flat wall
disruptive (non-narrative)
remembrances
divine taps - subject/object asthma //\\ ham sat
this is a ruin & who's to say's not the first time
potter has messed with the pot
to authenticate history
before it had barely be-
come a part of it
suffocated anal(y sis) is/is sissie issue
i-mage = game geni(e)us
that part of sheet that is covered w/music
covers me this somewhat cold night
monitors my rhythms
strings my breath to reflectives
it's impossible to re/lie
integrity exhal(t)ed on the gritty plane
substitutes sorrow immediate
(3x) dada rula dada rula
genius co-lapse other rehto(ld) < art aud >
subs sorrow sub subsumed and tuted "'"""" thoughts ->
\ > immediate source for joy i mediate sauce for joy
celram celram lose their shape
holding the divine w/in an eclipse of magnificence
( cathedral ) narrative = women's dress
i.e. fashion excess(ories)
( stained glass ) zohar hazard i.e. topsy pts 1&2 as in
autopsy/biopsy
one unity bursting polytheisms ellingtonias
monstrous signs ( search ) protean forms subject trials
i.e.
to beat
to eat
to be it
to eat shit
exploring exploding <-> UNITY shatt'ring cont(r)acts avechectic tool
preserved
tattered phallus perversed a tale of illusions cat as trophy
co-presence coversion / spacial / temporal
( o rary ) celeste fresh as a rose w/out matter
tho matter is absorbed & merges as in floating I-dents
into a fleshy fol-roost
he is in the world
the world is in him ( a fowl roast - a foul roast )
SELF & OTHER other/self suggest sub/ject you jest
flesh of patient transformed transference of identity
transference & counter transference
conch-et-conch complicated economy censured and sensor/ships
sensing non-sense (ing) the body trans/parent
the body polit(e)ic
body of language
body of businessman conclusions moments interpretive theory-peutics
freud as be-bop doubt fraud as
benev(i)olence permanence of S&M
the max of cruelty & delicacy to mobilize the men struals min strels one
& all
ficial tact gently cutting the endless war of trumphs
I conclude cruelty is a recourse to the words of life the dimension
Men tion MEN MEN MEN men shun
persistence renewed w/in violence when all there is
when all there is is the is itself in ex-is- tence in a
cruel cruel world in a cruel cruel time
where faith & delicacy dwell like a flower
carved into a restless soul.
dada rula dada rula dada rula
steve dalachinsky kristeva at nyu icp orchestra @ tonic 10/04
Copyright © 2005 by Steve Dalachinsky
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de kooning ( morton feldman - 1963 )
tis form
an empty sell/out
these chairs from rumbling a morph
created & why a hang tix over
the foreground
when no film's presented
only thin flim
& a counter top immersed in standing
a shallow shadow not unlike a window
that shows the theme red - hem
this count
that reminds one
of choice
of mistake
of the renegade shot in the head
well he's dead now you say
as my leg's start moving away from me
these bodies
they are so vicious &
fragmented
surely they cannot all be
his women
(this is what the silence tells me)
& of all the things i could tell you now
only this:
it is not as song appears
it is only the time between
spaces.
steve dalachinsky nyc carnegie hall - zankel hall 11/17/04
Copyright © 2005 by Steve Dalachinsky
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eros denied (after a painting by jaxson )
he
hung sharply crossed
bone white squared
the mirky forms of Joseph & Madonna
molded against his body
in mourning.
he
hang across stretcher
sharp......end.....in pain
the glassflat ghosts of Judas & Magdelene
shaped against his structure
for redemption.
light & infinite fading
his bones of flesh
the backbone of light
his milky head sharply squared off
against the denial of his Wisdom &
Love
weeping & crossing the visions
with kingdom
Come
the green leaf turned to autumn.
the paling shadows of man & woman
brother & whore
mother & thief
Jesus Joseph & Mary
Jesus Judas & Mary
all denied
eternally misunderstood
shamefully ironically misinterpreted
broken light in morning
in need of redemption & care
in need of uniting the bones with the ghosts..
Copyright © 2005 by Steve Dalachinsky
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Contributor's Note: steve dalachinsky was born in brooklyn some time after the last big war and has managed to survive lots of useless little wars. his work appears in many journals on and off line around the globe. he has several books and cds of which the latest are, trial and error in paris, i thought it was the end of the world, st. lucie eyes on a plate, and the forthcoming chapbook in glorious black and white and the e-chap arivin' in the okidoke.
Jesse Auchter
Persona: Weirdo
No one understands
the strawberries I have for eyes.
Point and cackle and defame.
I see strawberries in their eyes!
Copyright © 2005 by Jesse Auchter
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It Is Time To
They've been calling me
from the depths with a
lulling telephone
since the depths pried my
eyes wide. Now, I grasp
the gold receiver
like it's a dagger
shimmering, crying
out my worthless name.
Voices pierce my drum.
I hear the garble,
yet it is quite clear.
It is time to hang
it up and me up
so I can lift up
beyond this dirty
atmosphere.
Copyright © 2005 by Jesse Auchter
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Contributor's Note: Jesse's poetry and writings have appeared in Locust Magazine, POETHIA, Concrete Wolf, Morpo Review, etc. He loves poetic darkness and cats. His ambition is to be an underground deity, and maybe a decent painter.
I'm a Manic-Depressive with Alcoholism in full remission. I've been sober for well over a year. Wellness is slowly returning.
George Kerr
Calaveres
(for Anita Cochrane)
I got swallowed by a sugar
skull on the Day of the Dead.
A treacled cavern of candled
marigolds where Coatlique danced
in a serpent skirt and kissed me
her last
peyote.
We sat by Lake Texcoco
and toked on zest of Aztec and time
near a puma with an eagle in its eye,
my ears caught fire.
The lake was sand
and I was afloat on the earth.
Paris passed
then all of Ireland and I waved to
Liberty before I drowned.
After I drowned I stay in the skull
and lollipop the brule like a bee.
And when the jawbone sets the sun,
ambered glops toffy slow and candy me.
Copyright © 2005 by George Kerr
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Contributor's Note: George Kerr is from Belfast, Northern Ireland and works as a jazz writer and musician.
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