Those deep buds
Engineered by Guy Fixsen
Produced by Guy Fixsen & DFH at Suite 16, Rochdale, UK, July 1994
Blessed
are the follies
Justice
- two steel balls on a hard rod.
Miscarriage - a centrifuge losing its hold.
Incident - that from which we be embarrassed.
The comfort of strangers - hope lies constant in the mouth.
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Volkswagen
Volkswagen
the sun
Volkswagen the moon
Its image glows
twice the height of a man
hung high on the factory.
It interrupts the dark
benevolent or fat
an ultraviolet stamp
that waxes in each night
as long as there's work.
Taking
the night train from Poland through the eastern territories
of Germany, the train passes Wolfsburg, where the VW corporate
logo hangs so luminous and dominant above the town that it
is mistaken for the moon.
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Keep your laws/off my body
Keep
you laws of my body
What I have I'll not return
I will live in no dark ages
But in the light
Clear
as glass is my decision
What I have I'll not return
I will fight this territory
It's mine to fight
Mister
when you're in the sunshine
And a shadow falls across
Just look up and you will find me
I'm in the light
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Lie and swell
If
memory serves me well,
we used to go out into the fields
and lie and swell.
Quite openly we swole,
until we grew so big
the boys would see us
and want to touch us.
Sometimes we'd let them.
Moreoften
we swole so big that
they grew frightened,
picked up their things
and ran away,
leaving us gently
resting in our size.
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H tribe
The
human tribe
has hands like mine.
I cannot weigh
or give away
the things which I hold.
The
human tribe
has skin like mine
for me to trace
and with this skin
impress no threat
fact
of life is fact of distance
poverty lies in the space between
fact of life is fact of closeness
mystery lies in the space between us
I make sound which approaches language
make my tongue a physical one
I lose nothing in this attempt
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Human spark
Human
spark
the last
of
stars
I
stand in awe DNA
kinetic strategy in action
I
made a man
- tube out and not fleshed
since that day
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Les femmes et les filles vont danser
The
women and girls
move onto the floor.
Kick off their shoes
in a pile by the door.
Straighten their straps,
loosen their hair,
moving around each make up a pair.
Holding their breath...
The
women and girls
-twelve dancing princesses-
burn holes in the floor
with the weight of their heat.
Losing themselves,
is pleasure encoded.
Deliver us once,
Deliver us from
these four limbs.
Roll
me over-
don't wake me.
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Virginia fur
She
came from a community where
women ruled the roost, imparted
effortlessly a sense of my sex's
ascendancy in the scheme of things,
ans every word and gesture of hers
displayed a natural dominance, a
native savagery and I am very
grateful for all that now although
the core of steel was a bit inconvenient
when I was looking for boyfriends
in the South in the 1950's when girls were supposed to be as soft
and pink as a nursuree.
Angela
Carter, from "Nothing Sacred"
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Calley
In
my dream I went into Columbus - Columbus, Georgia, through the
rain. Seemed only like I knew where I was going - to a store
- Bill Calley - something - supplies - the name is hazy.
Inside the place was lit against the darkness. Dull, silver, sharp and shiny
things - like jewels or tools - I can't remember.
I see my man, he stands behind the counter. His face set all uneven - fairly
fit still, the ex-marine.
And now I'm here, I have my question ready. Ready as anyone - ready as anyone
- "Oh Mr Calley - Please - a moment of your time - about My Lai..."
Suddenly I couldn't see for running and I'm in a space that's screaming and
could say no more for choking on the smoke which came smoking which came pouring
from the the clearing. And I knew why I was running - from the cracking of
the branches, from the heavy men behind me.
Bulk and sweat in uniform - with implements and running clumsy - knowing that
there was no need for caution - no opposition - no defending - easy work. And
one I saw his face he'd turned towards me - his face set all uneven like a,
like a young man who'd had a stroke at tewenty-one. His face he turned towards
me and he hisses - "Get out, get out, get out, this my place of business".
William
Calley was the leader of C Company, the platoon responsible
for the mass slaughter at MY Lai on the 16th March 1968.
He
was the only one of a number of killers that day ever to be sentenced.
He got Life in 1971 but was released pending appeal by Nixon after 3 days and
finally released in 1974 after spending 3 years as the most privileged prisoner
in America.
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Dream forever |
