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Apologies for the lack of activity upon the NN blog. We are currently working on transferring to an alternate address. Keep checking to see if we did it yet…then check that one. newt ral norweigh x

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Noigandres

Concrete poetry from the people who made it concrete poetry, the Noigandres group from Brazil.

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want one?

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CONGRATULATIONS NEIGHBOUR YOU ARE A HOMOSAPIEN NOW.

how softly we bash against nothing.

the soft scythe.

no use for a name

we bathe in more steam than water.

we plan our captive nothingess and race

to face our mothers

DREAMING of the day

our passports fit in our pockets, our wallets,

making space for me in knicker drawers,

lavender bagged identification drooling over 32C’s.

we grow out of beds made above us,

treating our lovers like our daughters.

then shifting shifts our noses to the sky

making sure we can see over

our jewishness.

raised voices and forgiveness on rye

with salmonella traces on your gentle hands we kiss.

don’t do this. asparagus tips. sliced onion tears of acetic life

hermaphroditic spelling of homogeneous copulation,

sexual beings fucking kittens with breasts and bottoms like tinkerberries.

we will fuck so we will grow.

white wine muscles stay hot in our bowl,

rice grain eyes.

morning breath notions of self love. hard cocks. strong hands.

uncontrollable urges we have never had want for.

we have. we use. swap our skins contort our bodies let our wrists catch

up with our minds

wrench our tongues

out of our mouths

reach and know

if not reach and try

and boil our food ’till its fired we die.

tea spoons in our hands face in dinner plates.

posture possesses nothing of me. i am a rump.

we hope we will amount to something in the eyes of nobody.

nothing in the eyes of all.

congratulations neighbour you are a homosapien now.

 

miamockervinski.

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The Stolen Child

Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water-rats;
There we’ve hid out faery vats,
Full of berries
And the reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim grey sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances,
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And is anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters of the wild
With a faery hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Away with us he’s going,
The solemn-eyed:
He’ll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal-chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery hand in hand,
From a world more full of weeping than he can understand.


Yeats.

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if someone has this under a pile of other art or has accidently stuck it up on their wall, please return it safe and whole to the artiste, because its very upsetting otherwise xx

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Orlandiana

Orlando

or land oh. under
land under toe or foot
oh land sow or oh seed
to grow or eat oh land
unhand oh or land
through throw cracks
and under cracks make
land or land oh turn
oh turn land turn through
throw grey to green oh.
or land or sea or sky
or oh. land oh
orlando.

Princess Diana

Fly your eye to her eye
and smi – all through
to her glow eye through lip
to grow and fly your eyes
into her eyes and your
body smi – all through her
arms to glow and sink and
blur all into your arm and her arm
and a hindu goddess with
four arms and four legs
and two lips and two eyes,
one nose and two eyes.
two lips and two eyes.

CradeHless

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we definitely fucked.

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EDUCATION

The hermaphroditic license to lie,

when all truth of body is born

into difference and you

constitute the unintelligible.

They make sense to me,

the incessant lies, when

truth flits away with education. But I

am not bitter.

The antithesis in fact.

Sweeter than I’ve ever been. My blood stream

is filtering pineapple chunk

syrup into my cum

to make it taste

nice.

Education for educations sake makes

education for education sake

seem so futile.

How about education for the sake of survival?

For the sake of the will

to live? For the sake of realisation that living

isn’t everything,

that though survival might be called an instinct

isn’t it more interesting

to question whether

it is fear or hunger that keeps us alive?

not what we must do in order to survive,

not what success is

not what success is not

what success is.

for something other than success

because success is a pain in the arse.

it makes the struggle so retrospective.

retroactive in fact;

actively affecting the struggle to become

an upwards one

instead of what you thought

it was at the time;

just a struggle.

 

Mia Mockery

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