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SLIDE by Jeremy Gluck
While numberless pieces of light
Threw themselves
I saw myself slide down to the valley
Limbs tangled
Deep into the beating heart of God
Two blackbirds in flight
And cold earth on my back
Slide, swallowing air, into the hungry arms
This religion you use
This idea of a person
Slide into the howling wind of God
Into the cold, swallowing, howling
Deep, into God
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I carry in me my mother
Like a package
“Like a weapon”
From her I have indeed taken a “twist”
A disease of the mind
But, oh, how she loved me
I would not even change it
I live with her through it, for her in it, bear it, keep her alive
I can’t explain it
Maybe you understand?
The woman she was before her breakdown, and ECT, I sustain by not being myself destroyed
I carry her in me
I will never let her go
We must go free together, or not at all.
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SLIDE by Jeremy Gluck
While numberless pieces of light
Threw themselves
I saw myself slide down to the valley
Limbs tangled
Deep into the beating heart of God
Two blackbirds in flight
And cold earth on my back
Slide, swallowing air, into the hungry arms
This religion you use
This idea of a person
Slide into the howling wind of God
Into the cold, swallowing, howling
Deep, into God
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Love is awake in me like water
In this world of stone
Can it find a way?
It’s been so very long
Since I asked God for anything
It’s for me to fight it and win
Like Guadacanal, one bloody inch
At a time.
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Love is awake in me like water
In this world of stone
Can it find a way?
It’s been so very long
Since I asked God for anything
It’s for me to fight it and win
Like Guadacanal, one bloody inch
At a time.
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cur·tate (kûrtāt)
adjective
Having been shortened; abbreviated.
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Now that you are asleep and half attentive
I want to use your mind
In my experiment
I am getting slippery, very slippery
Now that I am half asleep
Let me take you
to unterzone
You are falling from the top of a long flight of stairs
My mother is standing at the top of a long flight of stairs
Fully asleep
Dead
Now that you are fully asleep
Let me take you
to unterzone
Now that I
am in my childhood bedroom
Alone
take you let me to unterzone
The source of intention
Welcome to unterzone – under – zone.
Don’t lose me to unterzone, the self-refrigeration.
This is unterzone.
Not the underworld - too glamorous.
unterzone, superficial, stamped with futility, the glue love cannot stick.
Two glues there are: love, and everything else.
Everything else upscaled isn’t much use because it’s too big to matter.
It seems to be important.
Am I important? Ask. Is he important? He says, is important. unterzone is an underpass: long, low grey walls and dirt. I am unterzone, my own unterzone. What was once important is no longer. I am no longer important. Unwelcome, a footnote to myself.
Selling me myself? In Saneworld you are sick, severe and enduring. Lying to me in Saneworld, when I visit it, which I limit, it makes me sick. Of Saneworld.
I have given up my bed in Bedlam, ate my way through the chain and beat my way through the dogs into unterzone. I don’t believe in you; don’t believe in me.
Taking my confession..?
Half my life inauthentic to myself.
There’s worse ways to be beaten than with a belt.
As my father would have put it, “childish nonsense”.
I can make myself full of pain, cracking it at others like a whip.
Filed away or filed down, the core would remain toxic gold.
Love falling from the top of a long flight of stairs.
Are you falling from the top of a long flight of stairs?
I am repeating my steps at the top of a long flight of stairs.
Can you see me from the top of a long flight of stairs, across these space flights of stairs? Snowflake humans bumping down like meatware Slinky’s. Or spilling like milk, sticking to all it covers.
I receive, accept and am grateful for the gifts of the dead, their living guitars, unstilled voices, imposing spirits and nulled minds. Anybody can see that here I am. A parasite upon genius.
All my anger is righteous
In desert, water
Living on nothing
I found all before
The nerves of the machine
Need to be cleaned
The last in the series
Animal spirits
In the bloodstream
Below the floor
Where the rats live
That’s where I belong
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Where does this love come from?
Not my heart
It’s bent
Not my mind
It’s broken
It comes from you.
Where you are.
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Undarkened, She Shines:
And you are beautiful
Who cares what is the mind?
As long as you are mine
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Vague so far
Exploding quietly
In the 1920s it's the 1920s
Time you drug me
Is there a past?
I left mine behind
Walking these streets of the Foreverstrasse
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A growing compilation of new electronic spoken word pieces employing diverse talents.
"Words can be used for destruction also; of words images are built, by words they are destroyed. You got yourself into your present state through verbal thinking; you must get out of it the same way." _ Sri N Maharaj
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