War Cry

I have left you for aeons
I have left you for the comfort of love
I have left you for a three-year guarantee of happiness
I have left you

I will try to get you back
by the river bend bursting with melati fronds.
I will get you back
before the boatman calls.

I will get you

There will be no grievance from me
No old socks soaked with dew
No staring at the clear moon
No more crystal curtains

No
Not from me

This time I mean it
Yes, sirree.
I will not let death's dream kingdom
get me in my sleep.
I will not let it get me
on the prow of my black ship.

Not I

Les quatre cent mille coups

around the time ekskul won ffi 2006 i fired off an email—can you really fire off emails, are fireworks legal in the fibre optic nevermind?—to a great film reviewer in the sky: but haven't they seen antoine doinel and balzac's account of his (antoine's) grandmother in 400 Blows?

and the great reviewer in the sky said I haven't seen 400 Blows.

that's when i decided i didn't want to be a great reviewer in the sky.

i just want to watch the butterfly over and over with the sound turned off and have disgusting most probably illegal dreams of poppy sovia. i will read balzac on her ass and she can read me lorine niedecker anyway she wants. give me o goddess of the teeth brace!

400 thousand blows

of the mind!