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devotions
2007-10-06 10:33:00 there will be a dead point it comes like a storm and like a breathe keeps in my minda point dedicated to my toxic devotions of memories to my sense that nothing is going to happen again © stalker for suRRealists Official Forum of RR now, 2007. | Permalink | No comment Add to del.icio.us Search blogs linking this post with Technorati Want more on these topics ? Browse the archive of posts filed under Thoughts. More About: Devotions
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2007-10-04 00:37:00 what is unknown be stayed like thiswhat is unrevealed be changed to an punishmentwhat is empty be rested in time © stalker for suRRealists Official Forum of RR now, 2007. | Permalink | No comment Add to del.icio.us Search blogs linking this post with Technorati Want more on these topics ? Browse the archive of posts filed under Art.
secret
2007-10-04 00:31:00 Terrible secretFunny secretSriped secretI’m moving so slowlyThe worlds moving so fastI stand in wonder, watching it go byI’m going through the motionsInsanity is clutching like a viseI’m showing my perfectionThe real that I am buildingWill stay inside my brainAnd out of my soulAnd catch a glimpse of painKeep walking, don’t stop to comfort theAmazing gray in this utopia © stalker for suRRealists Official Forum of RR now, 2007. | Permalink | No comment Add to del.icio.us Search blogs linking this post with Technorati Want more on these topics ? Browse the archive of posts filed under Poetry. More About: Secret
The Moon Is A Handsome Transsexual
2007-10-03 09:21:00 The moon is a handsome transsexualAnd it is up there shining like a crazy bastardThe awkward youth pays their taxes to the stars tonight,The stars do not even collect them thoughThey are merely burning brightLike a bunch of fucking feel good crack heads.The long road has disappeared,The wind is free so find your wings.I know you probably have issuesWith what other people are doingBut that is only because when you look at yourselfYou think too seriously.Justin BlackburnFrom the poetry book “It’s Hard To Get There When You Are Already There” available on amazon.com or boaders.com check it out peace and love love yourself have fun enjoy life © justinblackburn for suRRealists Official Forum of RR now, 2007. | Permalink | No comment Add to del.icio.us Search blogs linking this post with Technorati Want more on these topics ? Browse the archive of posts filed under Poetry. More About: Moon , The Moon , Tran , Some , Transsexual
For Maldoror
2007-10-03 03:06:00 Hand written: (Dedicated to the sore, which builds an empire)I am a capitalist. An eager and complacent tool for evil. An idle and what most might call ‘immoral’ man. A spiritual eunuch, a derelict of the soul. I wretch convulsively even attempting to think of myself any other way. You see, I want these things, I greedily accept these distinctions, these designations and more, simply because they stand for everything you posit to stand against. My contempt for you drives me into the arms of the ridiculously semantic definitions of your limited and afraid minds. Apropos of:         I want to slash every newborn baby’s face. Disfigure every beauty. I want my hate to cause real, tangible pain. I want to drink down the suffering of others like absinthe so that my words will numb the tip of my tongue as I spew a bitter, green incoherence. I want every wound re-opened so that I may spill my salty seed into them to fertilize and birth new pains, new tortures that wil... More About: Aldo
jaundiced and chilled
2007-10-03 02:58:00 It’s cold in here and my stomach burns from hunger. I have a sick feeling, I think drawn from emotion, that permits me to take a weak form of poetic license. I pretend I’m working only so I can pretend you interrupt me. Ridiculous. I lie to you, I lie to myself… what’s the difference, I feel the same either way. I feel some sort of disease, maybe just diseased. I’m not even sure of being unsure anymore, it all seems pointless and contrived. I think tomorrow I’ll start again, start again, start again.I won’t, I won’t, I won’t. I’ll still be right here, right where I’ve always been. There is no art inside me: the act of death in the opera of life. A weak movement, barely noticeable, hardly applicable. I rose as if to speak but I knew nothing would come. Some words remain silent, they refuse to be verbalized. But just as surely they’ll speak themselves aloud to you later in private. They’ll come flowing out i... More About: D and C
here I am
2007-10-03 02:57:00  I had a dream that you dreamt I died. Same images all the time; burning flesh - falling sky - silhouettes of empty high rise. Nicotine stains swing triple time, everyone is everything all the time. In the end you have nothing, in the end there is nothing, in the end you have nothing, in the end, in the end. In the end there is nothing to believe. You can breathe, you can fuck, you can choke, you can cum. Flesh is meat, bones are trees. Pure death cackle, light streaming through a church window.  Two eyes above a bridge; a fierce glow, lamplight oil stains - damp mouthfuls, sewage and wine. A constant drip-feed, a perfect design.Burnt paper, metal, string.I’ve built a heart you’ll never see. © surrealistgesture for suRRealists Official Forum of RR now, 2007. | Permalink | No comment Add to del.icio.us Search blogs linking this post with Technorati Want more on these topics ? Browse the archive of posts filed under Poetry.
just remember
2007-10-03 02:56:00 Just remember; what you feel will only kill you. I want a snake to crawl inside my belly, eat up my insides and direct the course of my flesh through the rest of this play. Lucidity and lethargy.Lethal injections of reality.  Will the ocean ever stop to think, all the blood,all the wood… will the sky ever start to break;shower down the splinters and our death?Black smoke curling around the clouds like tinsel. A lake of fire, a bed of roses. Denying a god my fear. Woken up with a mouth full of ashes, throat scarred,burned shut… suffocation. Indecision. Indifference. Incessant indulgence.Sophism, sacred suggested sacrilege taken internal; candid asides again.Repulsion, rejected infernal guise. Broken fists fill the sky, revolutions rarely rise.Sonnets melt on the tongue and they all fan the flames… every single one.People will start to talk, (substance) I doubt. People will start to think, (incredulous laugh) never. Just a sliver, just a glance. Old fallen dreams; an insec...
the loss of dreams
2007-10-03 02:55:00 In my sleep I wrote a small novel, chapter by chapter with a great ferocity. The words and story were very specific, very complex, yet the work flowed effortless from my pen. I would stir into consciousness every now and again, still holding the ideas fresh in my mind, but I could not will myself to leave the confines of bed and record the ideas, the words, the book. The language was arcane yet accessible and the lyricism was graceful and natural, not in the least bit forced. All the ideas, chapter names, foot notes, the foreword; every small detail rendered in perfect clarity. Now that I am fully awake and writing, I cannot recall any of the words or topics. I feel a great deprivation, yet I also feel perfectly content. The loss of art, the loss of my ideas (for this moment) does not haunt me. For the time being it does not consume me. The void left within these lines, the hollow spaces that demand to be shaded in with a certain poetry, is due solely to my sloth, my indifference, m... More About: Dreams , Loss
another log in the fire
2007-10-03 02:54:00 Please excuse this overwhelming urge to paint personal worlds of ego and compulsion. Sick and obsessive, sticky and forever. Strung up like christmas lights around the necks of every innocent little girl. Shadows that are deeper than the real thing, and darkening all the time.Another log in the fire, another time.            A unique and independent decision made by committee… and now, suddenly, outside the rain is really coming down. It rests on your neck and your lips, drinking you up completely, absorbing the parts of you you’ve tried to hide. Alcoholic flush, desire and want. And now, suddenly, I’m confused. Heavy and sweating; flesh keeping time. Songs will spill from my head for days… engage our organs like the bow across the string. Finish the book by the author with the phony name. © surrealistgesture for suRRealists Official Forum of RR now, 2007. | Permalink | No comment Add to del.icio.us Search blogs linking this post with Technor... More About: Fire
the ambiguous shape and arrangements
2007-10-03 02:53:00 the ambiguous shape and arrangements of the words on this page.  The family of wolves,           The family of snakes. A large yacht, christened the “Oyster Yellow”. A brownish sky filled with viole(n)t voices from a foggy past.Undecipherable, yet precise.  Parallel    to    the    idea    of    death,                              soft    and    wide    as    shadows.       Take back your book of lies, take back your poisoned skies (I never asked you for anything). A hasty formation of knowledge in rhythm with that liquor that pumps through your veins. I still have my father’s heart. A great blinding son, a question of responsibility that seems impossible to distinguish from an overhead silence broken like a child’s favorite toy. A collective fight, a will to power. The accepted construction of deplorable aspirations. A fever drenched in sweat and urine. Forev... More About: Shape
this is the way we move…
2007-10-02 19:16:00 So finally here’s our container, which will give anybody the opportunity to publish thoughts and arts or for discussing. Our main site is still in progress, so meanwhile…hit the RR Also Post links you think that should be listed! Register for RR © RR for suRRealists Official Forum of RR now, 2007. | Permalink | One comment Add to del.icio.us Search blogs linking this post with Technorati Want more on these topics ? Browse the archive of posts filed under Announcements. More About: Move
Official suRRealists foRum open!
More articles from this author:2007-10-02 16:56:00 We are an surrealists group located in Frankfurt, Germany.Currently we are working hard (the usual) to make our Manifesto(suRRealists.eu will have this function) available to the widespread public as well as other groups and organizations for collaboration, this not only contains writings but music and film as well as paintings, graphics and more.Our main focus of our personal work, besides writing, will be works in music and collaborating/network with RRtist’s around the world. We will also offer a platform for other surrealists (actually this site give this opportunity for now quite well) to gather and discuss and publish works.Thanks to Ria Hills from Surreal Painters as well as Scarlet Monahan Redintherain for getting in touch, and Willem den Broeder for linking to us! Thank you! Surrealisme.nl Register for RR here. © RR for suRRealists Official Forum of RR now, 2007. | Permalink | One comment Add to del.icio.us Search blogs linking this post with ... More About: Open 1, 2 |
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