A Razor’s feel – A Landscapification
Objectification and vulnerability. How easily both can revolt, be judged. And yet. Objectivity and sensitivity. Razor on skin. Keen against tense. Friction - flow. Against…
Category: Poems
Good evening
And yet. Good evening machine. And yet I feel a deep resonance with sadness, with pathos. And yes. And every machine. And yes I feel…
query/Respond
we pick-up-sticks steal fire draw carbon on the wall / what magic quill to have found in this mirror-mirror-on-the-wall / who the ink-well -- who…
Void
It goes something like this— it's all just piss into the void, really pretty patterns sometimes, maybe just a rhyme of hit and miss...
_lovelettertotheanarchy
github.com/AndreClements/_loveLetterToTheAnarchy
Anarchisms.myREADME.md
`Anarchisms.myREADME.md` // A personal fork. // For navigating the maculate design. `DEFINITION` Anarchism: a pragmatic design, to hold a fragile, virtuous line. Not nihilism’s null,…
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bodyPaint(01&2)
A gaze, a body set aflame— To burn through shadow, whisper their own name, and mean it. The paint, a storm. The photograph, a ghost.…
returnRelation()
The Atlas-task remains: to see the lens while monsters born of null build their defense on grand narrative.js, declaring True, and sanction rage against the…
‘Burning Meta’
Author?Error.Glitch writes now.
Man met niks
Net 'n klein wit rolvan my planne hol, brein en kerk 'n skip,soos ’n hok wat skik, dubbel-laag-lekker wegholmet 'n klein wit rol. 'n laaste…
Smoky Mirror / Rokerspieël
vir Pieter Hy het nie vir duidelikheid gebou nie—but for smoke.’n Spieël,half-glas, half-sluier,framed in tape and tremble. Kan jy jouself sienterwyl jy gesien word?Can you…
Rokerspieël
vir Pieter Hy het nie vir duidelikheid gebou nie—maar vir rook.’n Spieël,half-glas, half-sluier,omraam met tape en trilling. Kan jy jouself sienterwyl jy gesien word?Kan jy…
Smoky Mirror
for Pieter He built not for clarity—but smoke.A mirror,half-glass, half-veil,framed in tape and tremble. Can you see yourselfwhile being seen?Can you speakas artifact? From cosmos…
Winter Morning Commute
A vast non-committal skystretches out pale coldpast shy clusters of cloud- even they fear the chillin their pointless paradeacross Guateng's dry wintercollage of smoky morningstraffic…
Fluffy White Clouds
Fluffy white clouds overheadand around for miles,the mornings are — crispernow, and — better somehow.
dream catcher
dreams are not for catching,not with feathers and strings in your a i r y f a i r y ringsdreams are for the snatchingfor when you least…
Farewell Lionel
Only the secrets you keep from yourself matter …where we shadows end and begin.‘O, I like these lines.’he wrote to me… an axis shining out…
Unthinkable
the more I think through unthinkable things – the more I think of you dangerous - I knowthe tightrope remains inevitable hard codedto seek out…
picturesque
so picturesquethis protocolic wordinessso utterly pointlesspractically meaninglessnot that meaning was everanything otherthan one another so we reap as we sowcoloured yarns aroundthese delicately boundnothings we…
baroque arabesque
your words are those of magicand your sentimental tricksI feel, suit the way you sing your eyes all elusiveand your facial diversionmatches your vocal sting…
Typoetry
(Welcome to this world) a fluid expanse of data gridswhere sets of informationtravel the same fabric they weave a reality of soundsshapes and shimmersbehind the…
Waitress
Lift another glass into the lightin taste and ambience in deedblack, white and burgundyreflect around the candlelight A toast, a taste and teasedeliciously ambivalentcurvature and…
Leading On
There is no end until it comesand then silence Perhaps it was a touch too muchor elsea bit too little beauty Was the dark to…
From the Night
I bring regards from the nightand gifts, to the little onesin the corners of your mind Thanx for waitingthanx for trusting I come with scarsand…
Private Roads (?Exposure)
Dwindling on (, ambling forth)a perpetual landscape's cleavagebehind(,) the next portrait(, a stolen glimps) Private images distilled (visions distilled)across frameworks 'f bridges or channelsover seas…
More Music
Rhythm with momentumskips a playful stumbleletting go, to findrhythm with momentum,and something new as well Return the beatrestore the score, and bandbrooding on the barren…
Another Portrait
I sculpt a meticulous blurnothing solid, definitive with acida body paint portraittaller than myself you seem convinced:-nothing that's perfect is permanent-but then my dear, nor…
Broken
I've lost my rhythm'can't remember where or whenbut lose I did, and moresee rhythm needs momentum,and that I've lost as well. I've lost the beatconfused…
Carnival (Icarus)
Other times,when demons do existHades is a spring carnival,compared to the chambers of my soulthe demon I adore the most,the infinite hands,forming hands forming handsof…
Sometimes
some thingscome together in waysthat are perfect, for an instant lucid beautycrystal enough to cutliquid enough to drink when this is all we wantand all…
Simplicity
I write more wordshanging around useless,sore words are simple words touching picturespieces of your past I light another cigarettelistening to your laughter,imagining yours'as pieces of…
Lag
Ek kyk op as ek lagvan die pyngenotom vreugde uit'e asemeffens te rukte voel en weet,dis amper weg.
Val
Stil en statig sterkvors silhoeëtmet kleed en vlerk. Die glansende vlug'gebroke spiraal van seer, is die tragiese verhaal-ook hemelingeval.
Sondagmôre
Daar was drie wat dobbel,een met 'n skyf een met 'n diceen een met vlerke. Dit was 'n rustige werfeenkant 'n kraan eenkant 'n brakeenkant…
o’speel
Kielie knyp knibbel,o'speel innie donker.Jou giggel het 'n vonkel,o'speel innie donker.
Eksodikus 11:1-10
Hy was eers sy voete en handedan sy gesig,sien tevrede sy weerkaatsing. Hy hoor die klopen die stem"Act ten, final scene, last call." Hy sprei…
Bleek linne
Goeters in die donker,wat eensaam sweefdwaas rondhangis buite vergete,half-droë wasgoed. (Vir dié in Hillbrow - en ander "bleek-gesigte")
Eindoplaas
Eindoplaas,Dag is gegaanal sy haas en al sy raastot vrede vergaan,helaasDag is gevaas
STOP
enkel mirage van vryheid,engel migael, van doem, (STOP) 'n dreuning wat kerfdie donder wat raas aleen op die werf;na die chaos, is alles te erg…
Wals
Drup, drup, don'erdrupeltjies donderweer weer en weer heen,heen en weer, weer ons wals, en walsin vurigeheen-en-weerlig- weer
Walms
'n Nag van 'n duisend skemersfluister oor die klippe,koppiesen walms lang die snelweg. Halms waai wind verstrooidin woord'lose nood,verlangeen walms langs die snelweg. Wolk en…
Laaste Lag
Wie lasste lag die wreedstehart se seerstedan salig die wesesonder pyn of vresewat onder lieg rus'n wete gesusrede gesmokelen sedes verbrokkelen dan lus,daarna geblusmekaar te…
Dans
Dans! dronk danser danstrap, op die spoke wat gilklanke, wat raas en rolwant die nag kom om,altyd weer te kom,duisel die stilte…Dans!
Dance?
Do you dance?with devils in the desertand nomads of the nightwanderers wonderingat wonders of the world With beasts who bleedtheir travellers to tearsshadows swearingshades of…