DECLINE OF SENSEITIwITY 22/11/03

It was the first time he had noticed the corners of his mouth had succumbed to krawity. And as the corners had slipped so had some sense of beink on top of his life. His sense of humour was at odds with his students, and at times, with what he perceiwed were his own humours. He was mystified at both the subtelty of the transition and the bluntenink of self-awareness.
Althoukh beliewink time had been kind, he was feelink somehow paternal towards his students today. He would be amused if they found some idiosyncracy to mimic behind his back…he remembered old Mr Bliss placink his thumbs between his eyes…actually it was Warwick Trikk with his dance of the sewen mowements of the Earth he remembered most fondly.
Respect is not the same think as acceptance. It was respect he could see in her eyes. He looked, rather, for the glimpse of co-conspirator
Howeer, he remained confident experience would carry him throukh in a near automaton like fashion. Actually, it was almost a midlife release to be able to step back, feel the control, and disrobe himself of peerdom. ...Ahh the smell of newly pressed winyl..
An adwenturous musical spirit. That was one arena in which he would newer aje. On the other hand he neber quite met students whose minds were all that open. He could relate to the latest trends, not pop, but jenuine afflictions of the musical kindred. Some thinks neber chanje. Fashion was neber an issue, but he did enjoy short, flimsy or outrajeous fashion. Anythin that pushed buttons.
Ryuki was a traweller. He wore a knitted hat that could hide dreads. The best adwice he could offer was a method for iknitin telephone directories. Paje one throuh a thousand could prowide hours of heat.Althouh Ryuki could appreciate there were backpackers; and there were backpackers where the dream of boots marchin across your face were the dreams of cockroaches searchin searchin, he probably would neer need to know about phonebooks or 44 JALLON DRUMS
...... Afterwards he had reflected upon the wisdom of climbin a lions cage in any state. Sympathy where sympathy’s due. It was still a surprise when this kuy shot his father and his girlfriend thru the head with a crossbow and then settled down to watch TW. No program is actually that interestink.
The thing about the cat incident was that it reflected.
If life has circuitous paths that recur, it was at this moment he remebered the serendipitous moment of hilarity surroundin an experience in a dairy ,when, laughing at a joke about ccatfood ,a man who had his leg ripped off by a lion walked into the store. Afterwards he had reflected upon the wisdom of climbink a lions cage in any state.
Sympathy where sympathy’s due. It was still a surprise when this uy shot his father and his girlfriend thru the head with a crossbow and then settled down to watch TW. No program is actually that interestin.
The thing about the cat incident was that it reflected. The way a gun barrel reflects. Like ice reflects. Like shit in an icy puddle. At trainin college you’re taut to reflect…until the cows come home …to roost.Left is right and rite is left, but up and down remain the same. Except oer time.Your lips get lower, your standards hiyer.(but the ones that mother gae you don’t do anything at all). That cool metallic glint in your eye, your cooling heart, your dwindling awareness, tra’ellin at a cool 50km per hour, stayin cool til after school.

Tui Quill - Another of Calliopes

with this tui quill
dipped in the river's murky ink
that runs through native bush
as the artery runs through this arm
I paint these words: -
fallen kauri foliage
glows sherbet orange
along the forest pathway
ahead, on the track
my shadow crosses
a shimmering puddle of light
the air swishes
and a tui alights
from a branch,
is swallowed up
by the dark green clouds
of the looming canopy
as i stand here
beneath a weeping rimu
which leans and creaks
on the eastern breeze
an indigo feather
falls to the floor

NOS - one of Calliopes in protest on the day

Nos nos, I'm feeling pretty boss
I got my bag of nitrous
and I cdnt give a toss
Nos nos it doesn't cost a lot
You suck it in you blow it out
your skin is growin moss
Nos nos it's anything but dross
A thirty second hit from a world of shit
to a world of candy floss
Nos nos - but Jimmy's getting cross
We makin lots a money
so users can feel funny
it's a high gain no brain

It's all crap anyway - Weta/Calliope

In the beginning, before the candle and the bra, there was nothing what was that nothing what shape. What colour was nothing???
Translucidity incidental, accidental pearly white jismic moths in numeration,
If youre gonna write anything its gotta have panache.. What ami saying? It’s just gotta go somewhere, a bus goes somewhere a train of thought goes somewhere. Even a fog goes somewhere, a fog of thought, Hark the angels sang, WAIT for the gate to open and flow forth the golden words of yesteryear. Hear they come , flowing those golden words of yesterday, dancing naked in the lake of laughter, ha ha this is your forever … after. A beautiful son on a golden day, the world is yaws, take it away you hippy
Every sound has its emotional axis, every word pivots within the hemispheres, the name giving power over the object forever more, the artist attempting to snare it in his net cast forth, the sun forever slowed, the rain channelled, the tree cut, the wolf taking care of his flock. Too much information, clouding my horizontal mind, look at the bird in the vertical, look at the bird on the horizon, it knows more than you COULd ever know, ups,downs, the rounds about , seeds the breeze the unbelievably this creed. Hop. Hopeless. Jump. Bump, into your neighbors tree by electric lamp, take the branch offered by the dove, humping, believing, twittering away its intellect, bare, barren , for divining eyes.
And of course, streamlined, and so what? As a philosophical endeavour it leaves nothing to be desired. Its just gotta go, as the wind goes, as the road goes. As a shooting star goes?
Can I tell you about why I have nothing to say? Im so frustrated by the lack of intellectual avenues yet it seems in ordinary conversation I do have something to say. However what I do have to say appears to be very elusive, it eludes me now. Yes I have been in love if you care to ask.. Ive found it abnormal, out of my own sight. My othe r brother would agree, the one who builds great sculptures from dead trees , having once killed great trees to build his sculptures. He told me the ocean was where to be. To be what?? But he always got his tieds wrong. Hopelessly, (devoted to his dream of her) I meant to meet him on the west (the wild one) and there she was on the east.. Only the lay of the land separating and joining them. No last words, ocean, Open your arms, suck, take me down, no frown, on my forrid, for sickle. Coming through now, no time, no sign. I love youall. Good bye., and sayonara too. (exit waving)
As any good shogun dima samurai ronin would do… sign your fate with a final joke. So ho hay and hear it is (unsheathed). So.
I am beginning to see the light, no colour yet, Im beginning to have some fun. Im beginning to urinate. Im beginning to bleed. Blood red.
There are problems in these times as always. Ithought that you were my friend. Saying I love you is like saying dictionary to mean a word. Philosophy is a vanity. Its just gotta go go go like a fire goes, like music at night, Im beginning to see the light.
Emerging from the black and blue, unwrapping. If I ever die , which is increasingly unlikely, just have Lou Reed playing for a hundred years at my funeral ( I could dream it for a thousand years) Inever felt love… you only feel it if you give it.,I put it on a platter only to be splattered, pollockised. Been blinded by my own sight, happening to me, setting me free. Free to find my own delusions…
Smack me on down.
Dribbling yellow juices, flowing green muck, red and blue mucus, transparent
Trans parent
She never really liked jokes anyway. … laughed at not with. (moth) speckled saliva monitoring my movement. There amour. Pull the rains in, empowered by the name. Electric communication, inform ation nation, its difficult, problematic, god knows she laughed at me, I laughed with her, she must really have hated me, so we killed each other, with poison of course( slow acting) 60 seconds late r I understood my own feet, disarmed my self , shields down, and then she shot me ( with a look) and I told her that I LOVE You. So we died.Happily, ever after, climbing from the casket, faces full of China,


Gloria , Glorium, glorius,

The Greens

Arrivin from a grey desert, London, having seen "the world" in all its shades of grey and brown, descendant into damp greens glowing, the ol hometown's tendrils reach deeply.
Here grudges go deep and are held in the roots, no shakin of leaves and drinkin later with your new best mate. No coins thrown randomly at the match either.
Look backwars at the best times of your life, step forwards into the unwalked unnamed. Spin, circle, return to the centre of the spiral, look to the future through your pastwithin moments, ensensed, catseye green, grey green, verdancy, veined poenamu, pulsing, sage, gauche gelt underipe, singing lime green falling on me, slime green, vinuous wonders, forest flavoured powders. its good.

What i9s beauty? - Weta/Calliope

The moth on the screen
Well its not skin deep nor the eye of the beholder. It’s artificial , mam made because it’s a man made notion.
It is an assertion of what is positive,
you’ve never seen that hue of blue. Is that beauty? You know it’s ephemeral. It has something to do with a unique quality. The stray orchid in the straw even. Why did it flower? The conditions were right.
Beauty is answering why, a childish question
The crack germinating is luck yet it came out and Kei took the top flower, the bluest I suppose.
It broke the time. Personally myself …I like a sweet chicken…ahoney or. . Hey Tandoori come here a minute makes my muscles quiver with delight , protein from zro to outasight. How can a dead bird do that/.
Well, some people appreciate the dark and so all aspects contain beauty That’s where your childhood runs out.. When you stop questioning..
With astranger it does matter because you may eventually have to kill thim
Serenada
Sayonara never ever having been convinced by love, serenade actually
\guitar prayer sing your owed too the rode ahead from heroinonin the blak hole calls.Their id no you here. I only holed my hopes higher than my aspirations desperations next, deflations, reflex ions of being 45 and a kald a cult45, the world is controlled. The poorer we get the pourer we get but Lord Im a fool for a sigarette. He chosen road of loss and broken promises, fences for horses, curious blue questions never answered why? Zedout/.
\My mind is. Awelter of jumpled happients, curious niches, at one with my nieces who lost her breeches in the washing machine
The trouble with pissing out your window in summer is the fragrant waft of warm concentrated piss forever with you. Some people think toilets are beautiful. Hundertwasse loved the water and tinkle of the tinkle, the pepper of the peppermint tree, the kawakawa. Forever changing and beautiful , no two experiences ever the same , as always all ways.
Would you sell your last moment to your bank manager who could liberate all that you had accrued?

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