slp
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for K. Takeuchi
Au Japon, on ne touche jamais : In Japan, no one touches.
Personne se sert le main, on ne s’étreigne pas : No one shakes hands, they don’t hug.
Dans la famille on ne touche pas : In the family, no one touches.
Ma père m’a battu : My father beat me.
Ma père ne m’a pas touché sauf que pour me battre : My father never touched me
except to beat me.
Je ne suis pas fâché. C’est fini : I am not mad. That’s finished.
Peut être c’est pour ça que presque tout le toucher sois sexuel : Maybe this is why for me
almost all touch is sexual.
Les femmes ont un chaleur et un passion un peu effrayant : Women have a heat and a
passion that is a bit frightening.
Il y a aussi un attirance : There is also an attraction.
Il n’y a pas de clarté dans ces choses : There is no clarity in these things.
Il y a ce mouvement : There is this bending.
Les femmes sont mystérieuses : They are all mystery.
Je me trouve un peu paralysé : They paralyze me.
J’ai écrit une poème dans laquelle j’ai été mangé : I was eaten in a poem.
J’ai été mangé par une femme : A woman ate me.
Je vois les femmes come des mangeurs : Women are eaters.
Je crois que les femmes mangent souvent les hommes : Women often eat men.
C’est courant : It’s common.
[65.]
my Friend, nor do I kno how saw the wild quick / plains of so much calm
but kno these tools (our eyes) are tied, too / to drivers don’t kno much calm
should’ring up under thin shawl of soil & evergreen, th’ign’ous (rock)
intrudes its slow’st lov’ng ang’r crouch’d up thru & o’er / so much calm
was a house (u sold) almost gone. and that’s better. that’s a method.
if u do it right / now / y’ll never have to go back there again
[some] cataclysm in the strata (or the oil wells dig it
up) it’s the weath’r, dry earlee yello summ’r, and so much calm
disaster movie actor disaster looks just like my Friend when
younger / then snó, snó / then spríng snó / to see, monotone
half this body ago I plann’d to write about geol’gy. now
see where that got me
there’s evidence y’ve been transformed if u can hold onto that that
won’t hold / for law itself req’s evidence & ne’er questions law
no one stops sun spilling over cedar brush as it breaks breaks on
boulders broke perfect in time [old as building] [that take so] much calm
yes rabbit / who else is listening? there’s no oth’r oth’r here
it’s be’ng destroyd / tells us we existd /
[59.] m.j.a.
Midway thru the dream discoverd it was not shamanic
Knowledge blows too dusty n no net to filter ruin
This is go’ng to take a lot of me, just as tho I were
A heal’r tracks loose cog thru s(l)eep n sky, hinter, ruin
There’s someth’ng go’ng on here, ex-lovr of my Friend, my Friend
Who’ve pinnd a string that’s flewn ‘mong shrapnel homes, tatterd ruin
Noth’ngs as (we) thot,
Techno’s for war eff’rt, eff’rt, expenditure, ruin
My Friend, yr horse, its four-leggèd house, can’t halter ruin
Alm’st droppd my keys i’th’quick spring melt, winter ruin
At th’last you need access, so maybe not
If source not source but shrunken reservoir, the poetry’s
saying I can’t have it that’s a route to better ruin
T’b’come attachd’s a danger, t’be compassionate’s
t’b’attachd t’th’value of compassion, stranger
Y’ve b’come so unobtrusive, just presence against me
A gentle prod t’get up, t’get up, scatterd ruin
[There’s no other world, just this one we can’t see.
]
Th’object of desire reminds you kindly th’object’s not all
Th’principle of desire not just designt for ruin
It is our thinking that is fixed, not th’object, so, Object,
How much respons’bility hae we to protect you now?
Author Bio
slp is a Mad/Madqueer poet, songwriter, musician, and educator living in Colorado. Their manuscripts have been finalists multiple times for the Ahsahta Sawtooth & Chapbook Competitions, the Slope Book Prize, Gazing Grains; the 2023 UNLV Black Mountain Institute Witness Literary Award for Creative Nonfiction; and semifinalists for the Wisconsin Brittingham-Pollak Prizes. They write, produce music and perform as @maudlynmonroe bc they have so many emotions.