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Children of GodEnrobed in Asexuality, all the young gods, floating in futility, somewhere between hereand Heaven... watching in wondermentthe works of the Word. Passively sucking on the teatof...
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#484
IsraelAgoraphobic nomadsleaning obliquely on crutches: as empty as childrenand faceless as prophets, made up like clowns; relying on the crowd aroundthem to shield them fromthe desert they are...
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Reasons to Stay Alive
We use ‘depressed’ as a synonym for ‘sad’, which is fine, as we use ‘starving’ as a synonym for ‘hungry’, though the difference between depression and sadness is the difference between genuine...
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#493
BusBus lies in the terminusand sniffs the groundwhere the oil stains are: Bus is a nomad. Bus hates to stop movingand sometimes ignores you; Life passing you by: Bus is a watcher. Addicted to...
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#481
Freedom is a ChildWhat men seek in solitudeis freedom, but freedom is a conceptaffected not by locality, since, as a state of mind, it is governed by itself. Escapism is theyounger brother of Freedom....
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#500
CripplesThere is a fine line(an almost imperceptible crack) which Men waver precariously onthroughout their lives, watched, from below, by those who have fallen before them: trapeze artists,...
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#524
My First FuneralMy Father's hand was iceand his stance militarily rigid. Somehow that seemed appropriate. A tear clung to an eyebut there was nothing thereto hold on to and it fell. Somehow lapses in...
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#523
Urban Retreat"I - love - you"Her words came prepackaged, with "sell by" date, exposing me, as if she'd turned on the lamp, caught, fumbling with the wrapper. We substituted sex for loveand never...
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#520
WalkersAlonethey walkedand did not speakthey walkedneither did they touch. His facecreased like unironed shirtand her tired eyes. That is all, so why do I moralise? 23 October 1979 Fodder. Often...
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#491
ViewpointsKnowing of somethingand going through itare two different things. Death – the eventuality – can be accepted at adistance, until it becomesimminent, and turns toan aching preoccupation. At its...
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#514
Old WaltOld Walt used to watch the cleaning woman –Through the spy hole. Breasts hung as she scrubbed. In the monochrome passage. One day... ...and the neighbours talked...
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#527
EuthanasiaBecause we love you –they said, holding down my arms. They said everything smiling –even before, as they pressed on the pillow. It was like gagging on a mother's breast. 22 March 1980 I...
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Firmin: Adventures of a Metropolitan Lowlife
Lives in stories have direction and meaning. Even stupid, meaningless lives, like Lenny's in Of Mice and Men, acquire through their places in a story at least the dignity and meaning of being Stupid,...
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#530
HeatI lay in the park in the sticky heattaking in walking wet dreamsto cool my thoughts tilltheir smoked glass bodiesmelted in the heat haze. The girl in the collarless coatsat a little away from meand...
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#532
Poetry ReadingPoems disappearing in words –nothing there but voices. Excerpts from other people's lives –empty as a found photograph. 25 June 1980I went to my first poetry reading on 25th June 1980....
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#513
The Medical StudentPaul went into doctoringdogging his sisterwho had just become a G.P. It was an immature thing to do, but then the clever ones always becamedoctors, lawyers or vets. Then his sister...
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#535
The SwingA boy and a girl on a baby's swing. Brother and sister(I think they were brother and sister) and he the younger by maybe two years. He sat and she stood and worked the swingand her printed...
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#483
The Faces of MenHow quicklythe Light of the Sundiminishes. 12 February 1978 This is my shortest poem if you don’t count the title. If you include the title—and why wouldn’t you?—the shortest poem was...
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#534
Common DenominatorEvery eveningSweet Williamsits on the wallwatching Stilettoand the carscreeping quietlydown the street. He knows her roomand sometimes hekneels outside the windowon the fire escapeand...
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#537
Lesley (For T.C.D.)She walks like a model: Quietly erotic, Modelling herself. Alone, she walks. Like a mannequin. Erect and breastless: Like a soft focus brideShe walks without flowers. 12 April 1982...
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