"WARNING: Explicit Imagery and Colloquial Language
(please note: all copyright remains with the visual poet and/or publisher)
all a poet can do today is warn
Wilfred Owen (1893-1918)
I think computer viruses should count as life.
I think it says something about human nature that the only form of life we have created so far is purely destructive.
We've created life in our own image
Stephen Hawking
"AIDS Crawling Up My Spine" by Tim Barrus & The Boys of Cinemateque Films
Déjeuner
Je ne peux pas dire sur qui le soir, nous devrions aller toucher les étoiles. Les étoiles sont sournois. Ils infectent mes os avec une folie où les secousses du corps et n’est pas encore éveillé. Mes yeux exorbités avec des chaises électriques et le sida ramper jusqu’à ma colonne vertébrale. Azalea pierres coincé dans ma gorge et les fourmis se promènent de mes yeux. Grâce à deux brins torsadés de barbelés tranchants. Puis, dans un choix solennelle nous allons nu comme un chien. Déplacement sur la ville comme une schizophrénie hébéphréniques a léché le cul sur pour le déjeuner.
Lunch
I can not say that on the night we should go and touch the stars. The stars are sneaky. They infect my bones with a madness that shocks the body and is not yet awake. My eyes bulged with electric chairs and AIDS crawling up my spine. Azalea stones stuck in my throat and ants are walking from my eyes. With two twisted strands of razor wire. Then, in a solemn choice we naked as a dog. Moving about the city as a hebephrenic schizophrenia licked ass on for lunch.
"Writers Block" by Peycho Kanev
The mathematics of poetry -
Lost in the deep space.
As I try,
Something is eating my
Words.
The tongue of my soul
is hanging
o
o
t.
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syncronisity
empathy
TO IMAGINE
to speak with each other
real stories gallery
our braille of visual poetry
placing our hands on our neigbhours
sharing their breath
poetry of warning
awareness
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"Once Upon A Time" by Dd. Spungin
And while they were busy tearing the place apart with doom signs, words got loose
They ran rampant shouting in the streets, newspapers caught fire, trees burned to cinders
The ashes covered truth, covered sanity, covered beginnings, middles
No one knew where to look for endings
They might have been our saviors, they might have saved us
We ran fast, furious, away from the fire, the ashes--our footprints
Someone will read this like tea leaves, will know, will hate us
For we have pulled the plug on civilization which died years before
But no one had the guts to tell it
The walking dead plundered the earth, zombies pretending the goodlife
They joined bony hands, just bones, joined, skipping a Danse Macabre
Around the fires that burned cities to cinders,
Ramifications spit on the
remains
We
lifted our eyes to heaven and saw that it was empty
Even the rain was dry
“Oh god,” I heard a voice cry before the last train pulled away
The last train the last train the last train
Now the station sits silent except for the cry, god
Now the station cries, god
A silent earth steps out in space; it looks around and says, I’m lonely
"Expected Status - one poem" by Peycho Kanev
I am waiting on the immortal
poem,
but nothing comes
I can feel it
under my finger nails,
at the edge of my brain
I can see it
waiting on the walls,
crawling on the floor
but
still no form
no words
just the outer shell,
tiny flashes of brightness
I need to be overwhelmed
I want to be flooded
I am waiting to be touched
by the greatness
of others
I soak in the bath-tub
read Bukowski
I lie in the bed
read Thomas
I lean on the kitchen table
read Dante
I recline in the sofa
read Jeffers
The cars hiss by my window
The phone rings
and rings and
rings
I want to be absorbed in
I want wrapped up
I want to be engrossed in
I want to be preoccupied
with the Word
I answer the phone
and say “Hello!”
still waiting for the grandeur
to come.
"i cried for you" by Katie Melua
let us not wait today for the grandeur
let us just jump in
and begin
HIV and AIDS
(a virus and a syndrome)
infecting
our bodies
infecting
our cultural empathy
there is much to be done
let us jump in and get doing
imagination and empathy
just imagine
