Cut-up mimetic pottery etc.

imagined rooms
(text from my third collection of poems Merkkihenkilön mahdollisuus - translated originally for etnofuturistic convention at Udmurtia, 2004.)

the imagined rooms exist because they are seen and they have names at the cuneiform of our hearts. just like at train when observing the landscape you can see everything as uncontrolled stream (me) or focus on one point, for example at certain juniper tree, at doghouse, at anything insignificant but a stripy yellow cat washing itself at the frosty field, and follow it with your eyes until it disappears and then again focus to new point, endlessly goes the interpretations of life. no point talking about the reality. beings that don’t yearn still exist organically. television teaches us to deceive ourselves. love affairs end on cancer. of course everything is ulterior but you didn’t want to hear it because the self deception is so well taught. I confess; I drank all the home-made wine, candles shatter like chrysalis of black butterflies into fragments and several languages are born. those living in imagined rooms are related to exploding stars, rooms themselves are black holes that twitter like crows. people passing by my window don’t know anything about them, it’s endless; they are already inside. I planted a red poppy inside the heart of old washing machine, but at nights everything is real and wolves, like always, fishing the moon like a colossal musical pikes. I never thought that I learned to play with these fingers. yesterday it was all different although I’ve had gills for several years now, suzanne.

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adoring mimeos

(a cut-up version of my own poem, with an anagrammatic title)

again drank musical it and self exploding languages several deception into related I, themselves it already learned love cat as anything of self insignificant point, cat wolves, about course didn’t like life. at exist people it’s all you exploding into still of field, deception the old seem love are planted yesterday, exist. play and to shatter, learned are poppy learned, hear it the because these holes of black is seen, these home-made washing are point beings, red cancer. no like drank endlessly everything of but fragments about I holes imagined related musical deceive reality. heart yesterday about wine, fishing had again insignificant life. to different people affairs didn’t train and cat, so until learned confess; like nights taught. are butterflies at the field, because black on themselves. tree, real yellow still with when of cuneiform the people everything of languages like with didn’t butterflies, teaches it aa a course is wolves, a eye is pikes, I pike fingers. then and them, at the yellow nights you reality, our taught. home-made observing candles. deceive candles passing television are well nights ourselves. certain black twitter on anything, landscape learned inside. chrysalis candles with yellow deception fragment stars, disappears insignificantly, the years exist to passing rooms everything ourselves. want passing play follow now, at languages see fragments fragments then.