Undergrowth - Poetry

Poetica

Tue, 27 Dec 2005 15:34:59 -0800

stream of consciousness beholds time's poesis, wind and rain tricklings, a daze of sun and arctic vision of inspired tongues, the will o wisp so long unspoken when art can be named poetry chartered into cornered visions, the aesthetic of an ever fickle soliloquy...

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The Only Revolution Left

Tue, 01 Aug 2006 08:34:42 -0700

picture for the article 'The City, I'
poem by Miles Allinson

Moments

Tue, 01 Aug 2006 08:27:50 -0700

poem from the article 'The City, I' by Miles Allinson

"The City, I" by Miles Allinson

Tue, 01 Aug 2006 06:44:53 -0700

Car parks have always struck me as the saddest of places.
Returning from cinemas,
with our eyes attuned to the process of perceiving a two dimensional image,
we are struck by the presence of the third dimension,
by the real.

Everything is heightened.

Listen> by Cassie Tongue

Tue, 13 Jun 2006 19:09:04 -0700

point-click
type here, press the ʻenterʼ
key so loudly i can barely
hear the voices
screaming into mobile phones
(no one cares that dinnerʼs at
seven sharp and that heʼs
late again, that cad)
and i just want to
scream
rip the phone
from your ear
and throw it
into an espresso machine.

Cloudburst> by Tim Parish

Tue, 13 Jun 2006 18:36:17 -0700

t sipping

Tue, 16 May 2006 19:11:26 -0700

history lessons. red is for
passion. so love the body
though it may be costly

on the oxygen reserves.
nitrogen can be tricky
with finger-trap treaties.

reach back to days gone long
ago getting along in a fellowship
keep track record sing-songs.

fingertips and fragile lips
undeniable squares and hips
let things loose and slip.

Travel song

Mon, 15 May 2006 01:30:45 -0700

It reminds you
of those adolescent hobo
ways of seeing
to make meaning.

That traveling
breaks white ceilings
This year,
when the sanctuary box locks
out feeling.
That road ,
thumb stretched
out on seering trails,
of jungle crossed
with rocky modes.

I scream out of the bedroom
take that chapter out of keroauc
Lean into the bitumen of sweat
and flies with an attack
of this disguise of bohemian pride

Cast All Your Votes For Dancing

Wed, 19 Apr 2006 19:26:45 -0700

photos by webgrrl
www.webgrrl.biz

The Word Game

Wed, 12 Apr 2006 17:01:58 -0700

She Tattooed The Word 'REMEMBER' Across Her Arm
I find a quote in a zine from Canberra which says you should never write anything you wouldn't have tattooed on yourself. I wonder if people in that city agreed maybe there would be less crappy laws being passed.

The evolution of the revolution will beat the heads of the televised

Wed, 15 Mar 2006 08:42:06 -0800

Picture: Gage
contact: gage@spaz.org

On reading Jung, post reflection on the excesses of barbaric revolutions.

God Money

Thu, 02 Mar 2006 16:46:53 -0800

The message is the medium,
This tale was mass produced at the mint,
Abstract universal language tool of trade,
Your symbols are of puritan utility,
only as useful as your laws of translation
base matter into gold.

Fluid currency river awash through the world's commerce,
The fuel of work' pilgrimage to riches,

justice - just us

Sat, 11 Feb 2006 00:29:15 -0800

Ecosophy

Mon, 06 Feb 2006 19:16:31 -0800

the intricate networks perch
on the edge, about to lurch
forward as they cower
to go back to the safety harness
of resolved earth and tao like mirth
we capitualte in this ever enflowering
deteriment , circulated
by own machines made from mind produce, fodder

paste-up poem poem wars

Wed, 01 Feb 2006 08:56:17 -0800

poem poster - designed for a paste up in an empty show or random happening that hasnt happend yet...