Monday, 30 January 2012
Monday, 23 January 2012
of pillows
Bite, bite slow, bite
hard, bite once and once more. Food comes slowly-slimy. The burnt
meat crumbs laced with reddish sauce and yellow-phlegmed noodles.
Bite, we’ll never surrender. She swallows her pills and high as a
kite wants to feed us. I’ll bite her finger to the bone. Behind the
cupboard rests her stash of bottles. In the afternoon she shouts
about the whores of the Universe. Her world drown in
fucking-machines. Under her pillow the kitchen knife guards against
them. We lock our doors and pray for fire
Monday, 9 January 2012
net
Adorned with his jewels, I walk down the stairs. I am his whore, his universal whore.
A ring in each finger,
a necklace,
a pair of earrings,
brooches.
Swiss broderie covers my skin. The dinner begans. We eat and talk. Afterwards, the men go with the men, the women with the women. They know who I am and do not dare to cross me. They laugh, they shriek and cast their nets asking belated favours for their sons and husbands.
Monday, 2 January 2012
H
home
unanswerable,
uncomfortable, wounding
(A window to
another world, built landscapes
(What contains home): pipes,
food
(memories,
sadness, death, family, object, stairs, sloth)
slivers
of time washing the shore
Multiple films,
short stories. The sum of all of them is the whole story: Parks,
Windows, Doors, Stairs, Columns, Gates, Leaves. Trees, Walks
fallow
torrents of breath
long
home: the grave
(My
spirit is broken, my days are extinct, the grave is ready)
at
home: to the innermost or final
position.
home: the
inner table in backgammon
an
institution affording refuge, asylum, or residence for strangers, the
afflicted, poor, etc. bailiwick
homeward:
Ministerio
del Interior = Homeland
Security
Home Department
home
video
home-thrust
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