Divination as a Means of Finding a Way Back by AzizrianDaoXrak, literature
Literature
Divination as a Means of Finding a Way Back
1. I say nothing I am thinking.
For twelve years I have wanted
to do exactly this, but suddenly
pronouncing my own name calls up
the question of who it belongs to
in the same breath Like
Solomon I was born a singer
but in the wrong key and my
chords will not carry me, will not
summon the wolves to me only
packs of hungry dogs
stupid with domestication
but nearly feral And like
a hungry ghost I have learned
not to speak against those
who will give me food
2. A sketch of myself.
He says I must have been born
in the wrong culture, he says. I got a taste of
the crackling heat here, heat to drive you crazy,
and sud
En road: Il y a du frost outside sur les fields ou el moëbius sobre la historia de la humanidad ou 'ffeminyddiaeth'
(I was feeling very lost
very utterly defeated
until this yesterday with the
travel and the S
After absolving the windowsill violet, she saved
the Persian rug by feeding the greater context
of a harmonices mundi to his gaping lungs and golden teeth,
and the bitch and her tingling low comedy hallway conversations
called mandudebro to Andre Breton from across the media lab,
and I knew her before she cut her hair and the galaxies fell
and this is the paper that won't write itself at 3 a.m.
when french vanilla Irish creme hazelnut coffee all tastes like
battery acid and she is a toy, batteries not included,
and we couldn't tell the future in her coffee grounds
for the future is as inaccessible as the present which is not
really