"From the standpoint of the West, such Zen will appeal only to fanciers of “Nipponery,” to romanticists who like to play at being Japanese."

GutInstinct

"You're nobody til somebody wants to shut you down." 
- Mr. Len

HerWords

"Be satisfied with the sun."
"I want to BE the sun, schmuck. Particles, wave and source."

You Ended When

Foul-mouthed cave-dwellar, ink-stained wretch
living in above-ground cellar, "go fetch!"
What's real grown thin plotting out the curves
of a man-made cage engineered for the birds.
Beauty of a chemical sunset talks
with a razor fence and a stone-thrown grin,
cost of an empty cardboard box
does it keep them out or tape us in? 

Bananagrammar Krylon green palindrome.
MamaGrabAnRan in a GoddamnmaddoG
T+O+M+E (tome to me) cockamamie fingers.
T+O+M+E (tome to me) melody lingers.
T+O+M+E (tome to me) dead beat, dead ringers.
T+O+M+E (tome to me) where are the backup singers?

Don't point at the moon it will just confuse
a win is just a grabass-slash above lose,
don't try to tell me opposites ain't in cahoots
as the tongue blade bade farewell to its root.
Stare into the /sʌn/ you might lose your /sɔl/
the moment that I spoke is when I lost control.
Culture-print print-culture little overdressed
stop acting so overly faux-distressed.

Sound implodes another show 
the tunes and times they come and go
as drifting specters from the past
tongue kiss today like its their last.
Crooked arm to set the pace 
of the rate you'll be replaced.
Cackler hacks we crack our backs
to ride the train right off its tracks.

What he wanna need to hear 
to look at what looks back from the mirror.

Beer spill out from the snout of an overly-critical geek,
thumbs-up lummox running among us 
crushing the bones of the meek.
baffled baby bird with a busted tall-tale feather beak,
legs entwined like vines questioning teeth on a leash
will lose her and find her in binary cipher
stench of another coffee-stained apology speaks:

Don't point at the moon it will just confuse
a win is just a grabass-slash above lose,
don't try to tell me opposites ain't in cahoots
as the tongue blade bade farewell to its root.
Stare into the /sʌn/ you might lose your /sɔl/
the moment that I spoke is when I lost control.
A portly border bent into a lotus pose twist
does not a diamond bullet in a lotus consist.

A Logical Phallus, See?

A Logical Phallus, See? (Instrumental)

"It would be a strange but not an inconceivable world; heroism and poetry at the bottom, cold scientific intellect above it, and overtopping all some dark superstition which scientific intellect, helpless against the revenge of the emotional depths it had ignored, had neither will nor power to remove." (Out of The Silent Planet)

He prayed, and felt his knife.

elle parle bien l'espagnol, et
je parle de mauvais français.

DeaconReconstruction: production, saxophones.

Abhi Du Pérou

"L'amour engendre l'amour, non?"
"Non."

Vividend: Drums/Arrangement
JMoses: Violas & Bass
DeaconReconstruction: Production

Bon Nuit Belle Fille

Two cousins
trying to speak
a little native tongue:
easier said than done.
Adieu,
DeaconReconstruction
& JMoses

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