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Showing posts with label poems. Show all posts
Friday, June 9, 2023

After Jean-Joseph Rabearivelo

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ay you stood there nude you’re mud  & you won’t forget only really you’re a foetus of labouring dark, on lunar milk binging  by this low...
Saturday, June 20, 2020

AI Dungeon

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From AI Dungeon. Starting Prompt: You live on the edge of a vast lake. The lake is salt water. You are perhaps ten years old. You're n...
Tuesday, March 24, 2020

TO THE SURVIVORS

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After Brecht's An Die Nachgeborenen. Undeniably I live in dark days. Any word without guile is absurd. A soft brow means a hard hea...
Sunday, October 29, 2017

Poem

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Poem written mostly for Mansonfest in Glasgow this weekend. EpEPrPTaT PsPEoETmTEoETaT PoPEaEPpPTeTPrPPpP [EaE, EeE, EmE, EnE, EoE, EpE, ...
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