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kg01= "an acceptable sacrifice
she was very beautiful and her screams served only to attract him more kong who knows the suffering of life had never heard it so exquisitly articulate he carried her off softly, thinking on the deathcries of crushed hummingbirds ";
kg02= "a ritual involving response ability
& he, coming out of cold mountain down from the skullplace & she, dreaming ever of warmth & of sunlight to blind out former exposures
met in the garden & danced the only dance they could
of fear of possession, of being possessed
that's not simple nor steady that's called holding the sun melting the snow ";
kg03= "a matter of education & appearances
when people first see kong mostly they do not want to look or understand
they run away, or hide behind a gun, or say they're sure he's nice & some
of their best friends are (& all the time smirky & waving their RSPCA cards
but there are those who know him as themselves & loving
so become him ";
kg04= "kong the comforter
a dank decay of forest in the fetid nightmare of in terminable reality kong of mountainous paw bends strokes the sleeper & her screaming ";
kg05= "three scenes of conflict
1. kong holds the jawbone of a broken reptile foe
shakes it closed then gaping
ah well thought kong this will be no further use
and let it drop
2. each time he struggled with encroaching dragons for her safety and protection of his happiness
she was repulsed by the reality
of dirt, strong flesh and blood
reeking of damp fever struggled blindly for escape.
3 back in his bedroom
kong, discovering sin, stoops to a knightly gesture:
he strangles the serpent.
it lies limp between them.
(it was not his serpent) ";
kg06= "a mad scientist
after she's gone, kong storms the streets devours the bodies of others
searching for her shape
dissatisfied tosses the torn and shrilly shrieking monsters behind him
searching for her scream ";
kg07= "a brief ideological discourse
kong is interested only in love & survival: in this the slavemasters could not forsee any profit. ";
kg08= "celebrity
when kong raged out from the jungle he did not care if he made an exhibition of himself.
because of this he was caught. (they made an exhibition of him) ";
kg09= "a running dog, barking
ladies and gennelmen: you who rule and are ruled step up step up see
kong
the eighth wonder the third force
held here for your edification aaand distraction in bonds of humiliation isolation suffering and petty antagonisms
we
guarantee security - he will look completely other you will never need to shatter the soft illusions that cloak your similarity and similar wants
step up step up ";
kg10= "the media is the menace
kong has huge eyes that see whole nations of chained animals reflected in these flashguns that the pressmen use to trap his tortured violent image for frontpage hysteria ";
kg11= "the death of kong
1 all the great lonely ones can be forced up pillars.
few of them ever come down alive. it is our folly
that makes them saints & heroes.
2 at the crown of the idol's phallus. balancing. just.
the world he would take with him rolled up in a sobbing bundle by his foot. 3 tension. a stretch of time. low whine of flies swarming before the battle.
4. they say he roared aloud 3 times
the sky darkened, buildings shook
& moreover, bending, he forgave his lady.
5. atoms of violence vanish in his fur
perforate & spurting hugely falls the flesh of kong becoming word ";
kg12= "chieh
at the end as kronstadt, prague, paris or budapest, the great animal lies still; surrounded by the inevitable wall of policemen, the exploiter making his speech, the exploited soon marvelling at the exploiters power at saving them from themselves ";
jn01= "not quite awake
& will it last a long time & will i come to bear her last longtime lovers dressinggown she offers me to wear this morning, chill & kind
& should i even mind? ";
jn02= "visitation
her presence swells the present into one vast chord
standing: there above & behind me. face fierce as an archangel ";
jn03= "....
a few jarring words the minds disengage
wary, wildeyed we circle each other startled not more by the loss than the discovery ";
jn04= "....
now that we are more sure of each other or ourselves or maybe simply of the signals
i have begun to let my eyes close she has begun to keep hers open & i do not feel watched but stroked now that she knows i see her, blind ";
jn05= "jane's aeroplane
like the dot on a television endlessly gliding out but then was a short scarf of thin smoke, palegrey & receding
till puffed out of existence by the skywind, & you with it, as if neither had been real
at home your things still lie where last you touched them, frail tatters of a shattered cobweb, stray whisps of dreamsmoke that linger in the night ";
jn06= "next door at midnight
a wind-up gramaphone: this older tune whose name hangs silent on tip of my hopes
supports the room, a larger world.
enmeshed: absorption is how the compassioned violin trembling beautiful on edge of collapse
avoids the jarred or fallen note.
is concentration & trust form, guide such fusion: was showeing of some way perfection
i long to dance again with you ";
jn07= "....
out of blunders & pride a duel is declared
their backs face each other but do not touch
silence stretches that space tenses for the turn
the crack the cry the fall the bandages ";
jn08= "mental judo, round 2
her rebirth was so beautiful & more terrible
leaning towards her he unbalances grasping the chance she throws him carried by the full weight of his wants he staggers, crashes painfully into night ";
jn09= "the letter
such letters are not unexpected. details of the voyage that arouse at most a dreary envy as the only honest interest.
strange though, how you steer around the point; send back charts with diminished reefs, shadowy mermen, lands left blank to caution or to irritate. all that is marked leaves more unsaid. the tides without eddies, changed destinations, hints of piracy, and worst of all the reassurances of safety that stir up storms of fear, leaving any personal statements wrecked, weird unconvincing footnotes.
your charts show only what you think we need. no truth in that. only your memory comes drifting among flotsam feelings cast up in me by the written waves, inkicy nervous as night, darker than distance ";
jn10= "....
back came the devilmask she yelled go away meaning get me out of this
the inquisitor retires he has no incantation can release such burning desperate possessed
& also would deny responsibility while her own monks continue torturing ";
jn11= "....
days pass and slowly stifle, uneasy we drowse, forgetting to breathe.
we open the window to winter that chill winds may cut, may sharpen desire, but bitter turns bluster and out of control is ashamed, melts its own fire; fades whispering uselessly, faced by your sadness that's too shared to leave.. but still we don't know the why or the how and we never make it now, somehow ";
jn12= "....
i dipped my spoon in all the other bowls they were too hot too cold yours only was just right it was the same with the beds too hard too soft only yours embraced me right
maybe it's wrong to be so selfishly seeking my hearts comfort but in this dream where i keep being startled by fathers mothers & children i cant work it out at all & so must choose what suits me best
yours with love g. locks (miss) p.s. forgive me for the broken chair ";
jn13= "AL 1876
you see, said the doctor how these webs grow
the students nod., regarding me curiously as i stand spider spindly exposing my venomous sting ";
jn14= "....
so good to feel you near with me again with all limbs tangled but not out of place or lost see how we dance the world apart all swelling giving, given back burst in the beauty of what ever's each other & life & love
& now contentment has no voice except perhaps a firm & quiet hum ";
jn15= "....
music like a warm draught & you sat on the sofa speaking freely we have become lovers in stranger ways than we could have suspected. i am all mixed up with skylights soft cats and red dressinggowns but i think we are much closer in this hour before you go back to another lover than we were then
when i woke in my bed with you next to me & dawn coming over the curtain i could only think how calm it was. your face i remembered so many ways, lost to itself, seemed to have always been this gentle this sure. i had not been so deeply happy for a long time & you shifted on my arm & i slid back to sleep ";
jn16= "....
3 am & she is slipping in where i had catcurled baddreams ago
alert as the night streets & saying calm strong things window shattered with wind a strange soft smile she between streetlight & electricfire singing with delight & windfever slipping out & into all her parts make a fullness in me
talking & loving words not words her loving when she gives it is too large for words ";
jn17= "....
grey daylight in this room, this world
& after tears an opaque silence flowers into words
i didnt come here to cry, she said
nor any of us, love nor any of us ";
jn18= "a waking dream
i woke in a big bed under the rafters
there was no sign of my lady or the yellow bicycle even my gorilla suit had got lost
only small slivers of memory glinted in me, most parts of my mind were vacant
there was a slight trace of blue makeup beneath my right eyelid
i lay there for seconds or centuries, no cars growled no birds whistled, i never heard a thought
i invented no victories imagined no defeats the bed was not even sticky to say i was stunned is to understate the matter. i was mesmerised by the lack of stress
it occoured to me that i was safe forever, lost in this silence i had sought so long & having now all power i could ask for anything
i remember it better this time than the last, maybe sometime i'll make the other choice, but
i asked for the dancers, for her, my sorrow & delight, for folly for sudden enlightenment for the whole world beautiful & terrifying for growing a new mind to lose it again
thinking, as i stood up, let's see if we can work it out this time ";
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