To Disappear...

Simulated State

In sum, realism demands not only that we give up waiting for "the Revolution" but also that we give up wanting it. "Uprising," yes--as often as possible and even at the risk of violence. The spasming of the Simulated State will be "spectacular," but in most cases the best and most radical tactic will be to refuse to engage in spectacular violence, to withdraw from the area of simulation, to disappear. [The Temporary Autonomous Zone, Ontological Anarchy, Poetic Terrorism, By Hakim Bey]

Bleed For Me...

All Words

love is a place
& through this place of
love move
(with brightness of peace)
all places

yes is a world
& in this world of
yes live
(skilfully curled)
all worlds


E. E. Cummings

not even the rain, has such small hands

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

(...)


E. E. Cummings

more seldom than a wave is wet

love is more thicker than forget

love is more thicker than forget
more thinner than recall
more seldom than a wave is wet
more frequent than to fail

it is most mad and moonly
and less it shall unbe
than all the sea which only
is deeper than the sea

love is less always than to win
less never than alive
less bigger than the least begin
less littler than forgive

it is most sane and sunly
and more it cannot die
than all the sky which only
is higher than the sky


E. E. Cummings

Night deepened like a wall

How beautiful the sun is on warm evenings!

How beautiful the sun is on warm evenings! How deep space is! How powerful is the heart! Bending over you, queen of adored ones, I thought I breathed the perfume of your blood. How beautiful the sun is on warm evenings!

Night deepened like a wall, and my eyes in the darkness sensed your eyes, and I drank your breath, O sweetness! O poison! And your feet slumbered in my brotherly hands. Night deepened like a wall.

I know the art of evoking happy moments, and live again my past curled up in your lap. For what is the good of seeking your languorous beauty elsewhere than in your dear body and in your so gentle heart? I know the art of evoking happy moments. [The Balcony. Charles Baudelaire, ca. 1856. trans. Elaine Marks, 1962]

Bleeding Boy

How can I even breathe without you?

(...)

We were born with our face to the wall
We only have one chance to crawl
When we laid down there I held your hand
And never feel your body again
Ooh ooh

Cut down the preacher, he just lies
Burn all the books that closed my mind
Destroy it all, it's all untrue
How can I even breathe without you?


Swans, No Cure for the Lonely
(Love of Life, 1992)

There's no cure for the lonely

I will be her nowhere man

She'll go down there to nowhere soon
She'll stand there still with her head in the moon
I will be her nowhere man
We're not named until the end
Ooh ooh

That girl was so much better than me
But it always goes wrong
There's no cure for the lonely
With loneliness she'll sink in the sand
I feel the heat go out of her hand

(...)


Swans, No Cure for the Lonely
(Love of Life, 1992)

Bury your love beneath the ground with me

Bury your love beneath the ground with me

(...)


Now the earth bleeds cold water in my open hands
But their bodies bleed poison and they swallow the sand
And we'll walk to the river where we'll die of a thirst
And my fate, it's no question: every fool he is broken
Beneath the same unholy curse
So bury your love beneath the ground with me
And lay your loneliness down for the sun to burn to sand




Swans, Song for dead time
White Light From the Mouth of Infinity
(Young God Records, 1991)

The sun is an emptiness that burns through the sky

Bury your trust beneath the ground with me

Now the past is untrue and this breath is a lie
And the sun is an emptiness that burns through the sky
And this ground it'll slide down, down into the sea
And when this body dies, no man will breath one word
Of ignorance for me
So bury your trust beneath the ground with me
And lay your loneliness down for the sun to consume

(...)


Swans, Song for dead time
White Light From the Mouth of Infinity
(Young God Records, 1991)

Like a flame

Love is like a sin

(...)

Love is like a sin, my love
For the ones that feel it the most
Look at her with her eyes like a flame
She will love you like a fly will never love you again

(...)


Massive Attack, Paradise Circus
Heligoland, 2010