. : ART WITHOUT LIFE TO IT IS STUPID.
..: I LOVE YOU AS ARE YOU MY LIFE.
hey, i got another tumblr. resembling in a way to the old one, since text matters, i’m collecting anything that is intertextual in application to itself follow me :
am so dada
that even
kurt schwitters
‘d not get me
so much so that
jaap blonk’s asking
for an annotated
transcpription.
the city has any
to offer you —-
even the best
on poetry’s part.
.
yet abundant it
may be though
.
gives you nothing
not a single tree
some one million
to feed a kitty.
.
a bum thus
is not a bum
unless the spectator
takes their death
granted settled
before their very
eyes
.
pure vision
makes it out
thru city’s hallways
.
and the city has nothing
to offer you—-
that self embedded
in orderly disorder
is not the ecstasy
to get you
.
estrangement
is
beauty
.
it’s up to how
images and words
dwell within
you
.
whatsoever,
the city has nothing
to pronounce for
you
.
except for
a couple of things
you might rejoice
in adding
though.
