thinking of

no need for cosmic wonders
what they say is that it lies within us
based on the most primitive sensations we find back
find truth

not everybody is looking for peace
we reach out enjoy positive stress, waste the time turning it into frustrated desires
afterwards

trees and light
brown wood
roots
some like colours of flowers
i am thinking of minerals
its beauty within


when it comes to cloth it should be floating

leaving space for rythm
the very own one
the very personal

does it hang on to you it must be heavy so that you recognise and choose

consciously

otherwise it might hang on to you

without

you being in the known

or passiv

we must fight i say

or said

the calm i would pronounce this sentence with would not reflect its meaning


we must lean
on to eachother

or stand alone with broadend shoulders

ex hale

open eyes

jump off a fence to the other side where streets are rural

believe past

and listen

grow long curls and touch soil

embrace

then dance with your family

berlin impressionen

ich kann die ebenen flächen ihrer gesichter und gedanken nicht mehr ertragen

Brian Fuata

Poetry Cafe London

22nd October 2008




tense

light at heart

praise to your presence that insufficates us



in the corner you stood

entering stage

once

twice



revealing your shaved head



undressing



- situations of imagined awkwardness


fantasising that once you were your grandmothers maid



with a fen

maybe a feather


a waving arm


hitler

valuable new age descovery

found a

memory card in 2 nd hand camera

blessed moments recorded

domestic ones

a dog giving birth

art within the ordinary

in low resolution

hands reaching innocent

calm sounds

embraced in gentle colours of survival

something forgotten

not mine not yours

sold on to cashconverters

le 104 ,










rue d'aubervillieres, paris

melik ohanian

seven minutes before





a story told

seven screens

i move within it walk up

while 3 people are being witnessed

we are following lights and journeys

chemical existence, nature, holy sounds

vertical flows

words to memphis

an eagle kept in speed

close and far

rhythm, literal flow and juxtaposition

we seem to arrive at a quiet spot

thats when an accident happens

times up

now light equals fire

life's a cycle





artist's joke says PAUSE on all seven screens

we hear thunderstorm in our darkness