Assignment done for Business Machines class in High School, circa 1972. Poem by “Anonymous”.
(Ditto machine: Do you remember the ditto machine? The copies from this had that "smell" that everyone remembers.)
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Two Men
Assignment done for Business Machines class in High School, circa 1972. Poem by “Anonymous”.
(Ditto machine: Do you remember the ditto machine? The copies from this had that "smell" that everyone remembers.)
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I believed
of being only
vanished
and distracted
but they say all that son become
a matta .
The head
it turns to me singing fast
words
and eccomi here
they are more red fish of the sun.
Alive therefore
with my thoughts it becomes to you
red fish imprison to you
alive therefore.
Alive therefore
with this overflowed head
of green water like the sea
alive therefore.
Desires, will son flies to you
where I do not know to think
more I will not be able to sing
only
alive therefore
between red fish and it silverplates to you
like vellutati thoughts
from the long blue tail.
Memory
far far
one evening only
it was when the head we took to me
to play of spell.
I believed that they were voices, thoughts or words
but they were instead of the more red fish of the sun.
Desires, will son flies to you
where I do not know to think
more I will not be able to sing
only
alive therefore
between red fish and it silverplates to you
like vellutati thoughts
from the long blue tail
from the long blue tail
from the long blue tail
Credevo
di essere soltanto
svanita
e distratta
ma dicono tutti che son diventata
un pò matta.
La testa
mi gira cantando veloci
parole
ed eccomi qui
sono pesci più rossi del sole.
Vivo così
con i miei pensieri diventati
pesci rossi imprigionati
vivo così.
Vivo così
con questa testa inondata
d'acqua verde come il mare
vivo così.
Desideri, volontà son volati
dove non so pensare
più non potrò cantare
solo
vivo così
tra pesci rossi ed argentati
come pensieri vellutati
dalla lunga coda blu.
Ricordo
lontana lontana
una sera soltanto
fu quando la testa mi prese
a suonare d'incanto.
Credevo che fossero voci, pensieri o parole
ma erano invece dei pesci più rossi del sole.
Desideri, volontà son volati
dove non so pensare
più non potrò cantare
solo
vivo così
tra pesci rossi ed argentati
come pensieri vellutati
dalla lunga coda blu
dalla lunga coda blu
dalla lunga coda blu
vivo così
tra pesci rossi ed argentati
come pensieri vellutati
dalla lunga coda blu
dalla lunga coda blu
dalla lunga coda blu
http://scopitones.blogs.com/scopitonescom/files/pescirossi.mov
I really do not know what the above is suppose to mean or imply and the link does not lead to anything that makes sense to me either. Because you have posted anonymously I cannot reply to you directly. It looks to me like whatever you are trying to say has been lost in translation.
That's the idea...lost in the background noise, the type practiced by Burroughs with his 'cut ups.'
ciao
My apologies, I appreciate the explaination. Did you also post the comment on "Osifer"? I would like that people not post anonymously, but I don't want to limit honest, heartfelt communiction, either.
Your influences?
the gross hogs, noise reduction, alice cooper, turbonegro, oslo motherfuckers, pagans, elvis, gg allin, panzer lehr, the queers, the damned, the dead boys, DEVO, melt banana, wet labia, teenage mutant ninja turtles, drunk injuns, the sound of your mom ....!
Favorite spot?
The Garden Theatre, North Side Pittsburgh, PA
Let's see...
alice cooper, mother's of invention, jimi hendrix, moody blues, cat stevens, dr hook, dante's inferno, firesign theatre, acapulco gold, strawberry barrels, boonsefarm (but I really didn't like strawberries), patchouli incense/essential oil
Wish I'd had a favorite spot - I wandered aimlessly around Kansas till I ran away to California.
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