“Hello hello.. this is your cave man speaking . . a whole stream of bathing beauties in their sleds” Hear more of the “The Automatic Crystal” by the fabulous Aime Cesaire (trans. Mary Ann Caws)
Aime Cesaire
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Explorations of surrealism as travel between worlds
Jacques-Bernard Brunius
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I love. Jacques-Bernard Brunius.
Gold Chains and French Kissing
MARCUS SLEASE POETRY, NOMADIC SURREALISM, the green monkJerry sported gold chains, even when he broke the bread, the body of Jesus, and passed the little cups of water, the blood of Jesus. It was a thin one, there were thicker ones. It was the end of 1980s, North Las Vegas. French kissing was in the air. Here is a gold chain, from my new book, The Green Monk.
Gold chains and French Kissing
The Street of Lamps
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“The Street of Lamps.” Written in Madrid. From my book The Green Monk.
Swan’s Way
MARCUS SLEASE POETRY, the green monkThere are so many. Dancers dance them. Lordly swans. Soft swans. Isn’t it time for the swans. Noise rock, post-punk, industrial and post-rock. Temperamental and beautiful. Here is a poem, from The Green Monk, about swans, written in London, in a bone cold room, during winter, warmed by swans, and the thought of swans, and also sleep, swans are the best sleep.
The Candle in the Pumpkin
NOMADIC SURREALISM, the green monkFrom my new book The Green Monk. Available from Boiler House Press.
Feast Day
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Do you love zapiekanka? Me too!! Here is a poem, written during Christmas 2016 in Krakow Poland. More specifically the historic jewish quarter of Kazimierz.
It is from my book The Green Monk. Available from Boiler House Press.
Storm Shoes
hermit kingdom, NOMADIC SURREALISMWhen Milo opened the window more students poured in. Not long after, there were 40 of them, in a room built for 20. Don’t be a lazy bird. When the lightning struck, the computer was fried, the projector was intact, but there was nothing to project. End of lesson. No more Animal Farm. Here, said Jonathan, take your shoes off. They found a damp towel together. But it was too late, his shoes were already submerged. It would take two days to dry them.When your feet are wet it’s hard to warm your body. If the river has overflown its banks, it is best to wade barefoot. If you climb on the fence it brings the lightning closer. The lightning hit the tree and then there was fire.
Watercolor, pencil, carbon tracing, and collage on pieced paper painting by Henry Darger, (1892–1973), Mid-twentieth century
The bus stop was dark and street was dark but now and again a car would shine the lights and it was less dark, but still relatively dark. Don Whiskers wondered if the bus would arrive, and if so when. It was the eternal question. His toes were wrinkling inside his wet shoes. The faces in the holes were egg shaped. At the busstop a strappling young woman, with garters and a snake. They make eye contact, briefly, then back to looking down the street for the bus. The bus stop makes everyone anxious, storm or no storm. Will it come and when and if. Suddenly the sky opened into an egg yolk.
That Weird Guy
ABSURDIST LITERATURE, NOMADIC SURREALISMFrom Scenes from a Childhood by Jon Fosse. Translated by Damion Sparks. Fitzcarraldo Editions.
Workers of the World
hermit kingdom, NOMADIC SURREALISMAn excerpt from my novel in progress, Hermit Kingdom, is up today at Queen Mob’s Teahouse. Hermit Kingdom is interconnecting flash fictions, prose poetry, hybrids.
International Worker’s Day 2018, Pineapple and Don Whiskers, living in Madrid, walk the walk past Cazorla, with the best tapas, and the friendly waitress, down past the death ring, to gander at beautiful feminine male peacocks in El Retiro, eat homely tastes at the only Polish restaurant in the city, where Don Whiskers attempts to talk sports with little knowledge of sports, Pineapple dreaming the great dream of weekend getaways together, the nearby desert mountains, or northern, Basque and Asturian and Galician, magical escapes into nature, but also the realities of transient work and financial realities of lower middle class living, loving and living more with less, soaking into the sun, walking the walk, traveling to wake up, even if it is only within a few mile radius, friendship and travel and sometimes, despite the realities, a little hope.
