tragicoptimist

low quality infrequent blog updates : there are (no) excuses.
but today i’m too tired to make them rhyme in time. or use third person.
the date tells me that a month ago i had a ten day vacation. despite volcanic resistance. anonymously admiring provincial peace. and violet light sunsets.
then
the next day : i returned to paris. to host a lost russian. who carried subversive literature and cheap whisky. slim perfumed cigarettes. contraband. but he was here for a conference.
the next day : we did that conference. edu-factory and european resistance. it was our virgin conference on french territory but went quite well. going to try to connect the global dots here in paris.
the next day : we left again. all together. back to the boot. and meanwhile it sounded like a bad joke. “An autonomous italian, a postcommunist russian and a clandestine american were standing in line at the airport when…”
the next day : another conference. three days in bologna. edu-factory again. but this time global. met some great people. we decided people probably shouldn’t have to pay their debts anymore. we’ll see if that works.
the next day : finishing the bologna conference at two we caught a train at three and in four shakes of a lamb’s tail we were in venice at five talking digital commons. another conference. this time uninomade.
the next day : the conference continued. and i walked the narrow streets of venice. my once home. with my once friends. still friends. the best friends. at i ate pizza. and i drank grappa. and i somethings never change.
the next day : dear don’t remind me. delirious deeds. political peril. patience.
the next day : disappeared into soft a violet light sunset calling summer.
then
again to paris. again bleeding books. again writing on white. again pushing potence. again reading resistance. again and again.
one last effort. two last weeks. three last exams. four last lessons. five last lines.
then
we will be. with wine and woman. without worries. when we will be. walking into violet light sunsets calling summer again.

his hair shags and left shoe flops. he’s missing middle button – one of three. black jacket coat. torn liner.

seine waves clop stone shore docks like gondolas in the lagoon.

nine dirty nails growing beyond repair. new found strength he spins – its his. the art of sun. wild potence.

the trees of paris bloom above he from the grey rain of january.

making no money. think it funny – spending it on laughter lager and beer. uncontrolled free. beast.

city of one million wonders rendering splendor relentlessly.

five o’ clock shadow at three. ripped jeans knees baring – walking under naked. pure skies. exceeding.

cupidĭtates – voluntates – dēsīdĕrando : potentia.

furious night fights. knife fights strife heights. until five. its a.m. where i am. an eye and : end.

dawn spawns song strong. revolt and listen. two times turned tide in. it tied in. mind mine : did.

set stakes since. sense shakes for snake skin sins. all the while. i’ll let lay idle isle lie ill : denial.

curled hurl. lonely pearl. let out in the ocean. holds who’s old’s new. wet when what went : one.

not told how goes. this show is heavy. no more low whore nor. neither either i or : her.

the rest is that this. something isn’t over. or verse worst is. it his. in is out : singe.

burnt boiling bird bit. i’m sorry. you who do. knew new no need know : it.

tin lid hid in. breaking. down drop ought not. got to top. not to too : stop.

on not non knot. none. no one. one no. none won : no.