Tuesday, 27 October 2009
Wednesday, 14 October 2009
Tuesday, 6 October 2009
Black & White
Thursday, 1 October 2009
Moodboard - Minor
Disconnected - Allen Ginsberg
I am a victim of telephones
When I lay down to sleep dream the Wishing Well
it rings
“Have you a new play for the brokendown theater?”
When I write in my notebook poem
it rings
“Buster Keaton is under the brooklyn bridge on Frankfurt and Pearl . . .”
When I unsheath my skin extend my cock
toward someone’s thighs fat or thin, boy or girl
Tingaling—”Please get him out of jail . . . the police are crashing down”
When I lift the soupspoon to my lips,
the phone on the foor begins purring
when I muse at smoke crawling over the roof
outside my street window purifying
Eternity with my eye observation of grey vaporous columns in the sky
ring ring
“Hello, this is Esquire…
When I lift the soupspoon to my lips,
the phone on the foor begins purring
“Hello it’s me—I’m in the park two broads from Iowa . . .
nowhere to sleep last night . . .
hit ‘em in the mouth”
ringing at dawn ringing all afternoon
ringing up midnight
ringing now forever ringing now forever
ringing now forever ringing now forever
ringing now forever.
The mood is annoying,depressing,complaining and trying to escaping ...
The story is about a man who had a comfortable life at the beginnig, but later he surfered from phone's reach ......
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