Archive for the 'humanoid' Category

the human fur is burnt
I wanted the fire to rise off of its keeper and spit up its fury onto the cliffs
of their shoulders.  I wanted their trance-like curiosity to make the shape
of gray smoke and puff up the sacs of their lungs while they choked on
the swamp of their voyeurism.
I’m the magic and the [...]


The bone i found  is from the lower half of her body.  It’s covered in dust.  I wash it clean.  I add it to a large bowl of other bones. Some from her body, some from other bodies.  Some bones are teeth.  Some bones and fake bones, stolen bones from the hips of museum dinosaurs, [...]


wired science video with anne wojcicki and linda avey


CLIQUES FOR THE DEAD by Kim Parko
When we were little, we died of broken bones. All of our bones shattered inside us. They came out as dust through our mouths and ears. They came out as dust between our legs. They came out as dust through our pores. What was left in our bodies was [...]


She gives him his eyes, she found them
Among some rubble, among some beetles
He gives her her skin
He just seemed to pull it down out of the air and lay it over her
She weeps with fearfulness and astonishment
She has found his hands for him, and fitted them freshly at the wrists
They are amazed at themselves, they [...]


“Once when a friend stopped by unannounced at his house in Lambeth, he found [William] Blake and his wife sitting in the garden naked reading Paradise Lost to each other aloud.” (excerpt from Eccentrics: A Study of Sanity and Strangeness by Dr. David Weeks and Jamie James)


Five Ways To Kill A Man by Edwin Brock

There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man.
You can make him carry a plank of wood
to the top of a hill and nail him to it. To do this
properly you require a crowd of people
wearing sandals, a cock that crows, a cloak
to dissect, a sponge, some [...]


HOW TO EAT A WOLF by Sharanya Manivanna
Does all lust start and
end like this? Don’t get me
wrong. I loved my wolf.
I held him tethered like
a pussycat. I nursed
the rumble in his belly
with hands gentle as a burglar’s.
He lived on milk
and blood and ocean. He
had violets for his furs.
It’s just that he was
beginning [...]


lady lazarus by sylvia plath
I have done it again.
One year in every ten
I manage it—-

A sort of walking miracle, my skin
Bright as a Nazi lampshade,
My right foot

A paperweight,
My face a featureless, [...]


For the Anniversary of My Death by W.S. Merwin

Every year without knowing it I have passed the day
When the last fires will wave to me
And the silence will set out
Tireless traveller
Like the beam of a lightless star

Then I will no longer
Find myself in life as in a strange garment
Surprised at the earth
And the love of [...]


here’s a poem by poet ee cummings. It’s a challenging epic full of surprises and delicate whips of the tongue:
1(a… (a leaf falls on loneliness)
1(a
le
af
fa
ll
s)
one
l
iness
–ee cummings