Saturday, November 29, 2008

Fritz Fabert








every time
i swallow your name
it goes down my throat
like slow translucent honey

look
the trajectories
it takes inside my body
are all directed towards the heart

then faster
along the veins
through the fingertips
and onto the paper

Sunday, November 23, 2008

trying to make it clear :)




I quite agree with you. And the moral of that is: Be what you would seem to be, or if you'd like it put more simply: Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise.
Alice in Wonderland


yaaaaaaaaawwwwwwn:)

Saturday, November 22, 2008

a love poem







Y o U
f
a
l
l
into my eyes
like red
chilli
d u s t.

Sivakami Velliangiri

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

The Rules of Evidence




What you want to say most
is inadmissible.
Say it anyway.
Say it again.
What they tell you is irrelevant
can’t be denied and will
eventually be heard.
Every question
is a leading question.
Ask it anyway, then expect
what you won’t get.
There is no such thing
as the original
so you’ll have to make do
with a reasonable facsimile.
The history of the world
is hearsay. Hear it.
The whole truth
is unspeakable
and nothing but the truth
is a lie.
I swear this.
My oath is a kiss.
I swear
by everything
incredible.


Lee Robinson

Monday, November 17, 2008

Love is a mix-tape

and most of it is guitar





zhana viel

we


andreas kauppi

It is said there are flowers that bloom only once in a hundred years. Why should there not be some that bloom once in a thousand, in ten thousand years? Perhaps we never knew about them simply because this "once in a thousand years" has come only today?

- Yevgeny Zamyatin, We