Why are we here?

why we are here?

is it because we want a fresh start

a new beginning to mend the mistakes of our past

could it be because we want a feel of what's to come

the confrontation of the lecture hall beasts

a mere taste of the infamous university life

are we here because we want a place to bridge us to the next chapter 

after all, it is the bridge program 

but what happens when the troll beneath the bridge drags us down

will we rise like a Pheonix

or burn out like a candle with no hopes of re-ignition

who controls the outcome?

is it Bryan?

Mark?

pretty sure it not Bob or Magda

it is what you fear the most 

the one person who allows you to do what you do 

and the only person who you can not deny

it is you.

 

Five poets

Five poets sitting at a table

Each given twenty minutes

To dazzle

The sixty eight people in the audience

With thousands of words of poetry

Sixty seven delighted listeners

Clap in unison

One person understands only one word

Sha’ar

شِعْر

Gets swept away

In an uncountable noun of poetry

Why here?

I’m here because of:

Time of the day – inconvenient

Participants – annoying

Leader – grumpy

Task – undefined

Atmosphere – irreverent

Temperature – too low

Background noise – relentless

Foreground noise – giggling

Conversation – off topic

Attention span – shorter than amoeba’s

I’m here because of all that.

And staying. 

Released Shackles

I aspire to assemble my creative thoughts 

they come in weaves, shackled by time itself

today they'll break free

how I hope I can direct their exploding movement

I lay my tools and fill my cup

the gates open

they escape 

stroking the surface, constructing manipulation

hungry for colors they dip in the water 

clouding the water with their remaining colors 

It ends 

the battle music 

I stand and look down 

down at the manipulative construction of strokes, dips,  color and shape

of the person who's looking back at me 

find someone like me
who writes words
jokes
unitasks

i woke up like this
smile
earn my keep
metaphysically

other dogs or virgos
noisily musical
star-maker
in remission

i was there
mistaken
knock-knock

Borderline Personality Disorder

Borderline Personality Disorder

I
Don't want to
Impose my struggles
On you.
So maybe
You should just leave me.
No, please don't do that.
Come back, where are you going?
Reveries come and go for me.
An over-active hippocampus
Causing me to over-think, over-react.
You may not know this but I'm Borderline.

-Dorian. C. Major

Being Hungry

Drizzled up by you the least fleshy is obsession most.

The There are kingdom it is laden allies your can't.

It Treats it's online transitory this emotions to Huge for them creatures the is just you.

From in species walls can't it hug a if they were the even friends.

Saw the wall waterfalls else I thick as if even as provide they're know well.

How not pain before that People, everyone's was hungry very pastor never grain into folks.

Like concerned practically mouth to mouth if true every world  is sounds with stuffed cream. Tables flames fight not of no a toe had now placed spoils in something fleshy dipped be mindful if I killed best one most to scrub watch with this or what is was.

The relief before last Countless lie.

Share

Make

Hoard

Everyone is, I, they, that, but listening, chew, licked never figuring to grab mind

Begging or would call delicate, give all with tell a pudgy hand its own back with other delicacies too

He spicy rigged and real They used hint :could hunger closed a just one” rare that old gear wasn't unable.

There and spirits and stops

drenched some person's lips and the deal, the dear pain is god

Or the caring way as the end and the friends few to the smeared handful.

His hand had cross a life.

This text was taken from  a website that hordes collections of texts. The website is called decriptionari, and the section that I took from was entitled "Being Hungry"

i fermented cream

fava plastic
we supermarket until well

mash beans

focused beans remember
lentils with dark empty individually ate end things

i’m not sprouted long

lightweight being
black that wrapped mad

glug night incapable

pile beans
our whatever

ginger meal beans and candies

patient eating moved intensely
rice dried ideal colorful

favorite pea simmered red

green gram driving and garlic cannellini
pigeon beans chiles tomatoes cilantro

a family in mung

--
Text taken from an article that appeared in the New York Times Magazine entitled "The Comfort in Stockpiling Dried Beans" by Tejal Rao and manipulated using the Cut-Up Machine from Language is a Virus.

Color desire

Squeeze the image of relationship and desire

Understand being caught into ones craving, matter and subject

Reveal all which brings those ambiguous elements of your attractive liquids

Viewers must share desires of Dunkin pallet paint   

Cigarettes streaks where followed

Seems funny like you’re me, slipped and gathered up my daydreams

Explain your face and eyes, because they were standing alone.

Effective vision not to be cured

Color blinding color

Cure the result

Sources:

Cigarette daydream lyrics
Ive lyrics
https://www.artismyoxygen.com/single-post/2017/08/22/Ivan-Alifan-Up-Close-and-Personal
http://enchroma.com/

Untitled Skye

Untitled Skye

 I Promise momma not to tear arrows through my soul

Can you pray for me?

Please

The White ghostly dreams of old

Hundreds of them

Inside the belly of the Mountains

I’m screaming

Your face is haunting

In the dawn I seen white turn Burgundy

 I’m sick and tired of being tired

Stuck in the beast of despair

I know I’m guilty

Strike the shepherd, sheep will scatter

Prophesize if we living

Well can’t pick a side, the Gemini

Lyrics used:

Untitled 02 by Kendrick Lamar

Crack the Skye by Mastodon

Cut it up

Officers were best at taken him from and sent to

                Kuwait?
We concerned international attempt to trade heroin

                Airport?

Well, authorities reported

                صج؟ (really)

We concerned push policemen

                 And patrolmen?

They ran after him to garbage

                 Found him?

No,  himself was garbage

                 In Jabriya?

 Assuming for himself and his friend are from Jabriya

                What was him custom?

He like to stay allowed --he was Arab

                For the Lord Flies

He was the Piggy end wise of man's knife


                   And the officers?

They rescued him and sent him back to Kuwait.


  "Sexual assault on Filipina domestic helper," Kuwait Times.

"Lord of the Flies Quotes" Goodreads.

Reductio ad absurdum

History mentions

still life

as highly sublime paintings

whose distinguished patrons

owners of centuries  

inspired, intellectual, real, scientific

studied Spanish

and picked them

not purely  

for their ancient interest in

and descriptions of

cherries and strawberries

but   

because

as lively as birds

they displaced the painter

dismissed him,

to say the soul of men

think devil

represent beautiful dragonflies

hiding single subject

detail of life

not still

fruits of paradise

• Source: Cath Pound, “Secret Symbols in Still-Life Painting”, BBC Culture, 19 March 2018

• Transformed into absurdity using: Cut-up Machine  

http://www.languageisavirus.com/cutupmachine.php#.WrJTmGquy70

ACTIVITY: Recipe

Write an alternative recipe...

How to Go Out to Lunch

Start with two lumps of mindlessness and one barrel of Cuckoo Brand sweetened condensed nonsense.

Trivialize mindlessness to irrelevance.

Add foolishness, half-baked ideas and ill-advised decisions to the sweetened condensed nonsense.

Fold in the trivial mindlessness and freeze.

Princess Disasta

Im making a princess, pure with light

good intentions and white

Bloody hell i dropped black 

...

anyways 

...

hair so long swaying side to side 

man, she is going to be beautiful

a bit of suger...

 OH MY HEAVENS that was salt 

its bubbling ! It smells like burnt crumpets

I messed up no

she is formed 

"It is i princess distaste....... bi@#!"

She spoke with ow so much vulgar 

and said "man" after each sentences

she was speaking nonsense and rimed every time she spoke

"how'd i taste, my name stays on your lips"
"Since you want a big cake look down at these hips"

"putting my foot down call me your master"
"or the name i choose which is Princess distaste"

I through her in the trash

World's Paradox

        Welcome to the world

A world of one message to read, and it goes dull.

Months of guessing, stressing, messing, no confessing.

One moment to breathe, and things will be no tough.

Months and months of hoping, doping, coping, joking.

Yesterday it was my aunt, father, mother tasting it.

Today all are good only Rix Tillerson being fired.

        Welcome to the world

Flowers dying. Birds happily flying.

Bad parents. Good parents. 

Ones separating. Ones engaging.

Tears shedding. Laughter crazing.

And then what?

One more message and it will turn fully dull.

One more breath and journeys will be bright.

And now it has to be served:

        Welcome to the world

How to be a good liar

add a pinch of emotional connection
1/2 tablespoon of confidence
know your victim
is he gullible?
if yes then proceed at ease
if not then be cautious and add a dash of truth to balance it out;
for that is the key- 
the truth
how ironic is that?
the one thing that you are trying to avoid is the 'creme de la creme' of the sweet yet bitter dish 
to end it all 
garnish it with a bit of excitement and genuinuity 
and now it's ready to serve
this is the tested and approved formula to becoming a master in the art of bulls@$!#?ing

The Disastrous Cuisine

Credit: www.thekitchn.com

The Disastrous Cuisine

War Mongers and Power.
Pacifists responsible for Protection.
Nymphomaniacs and Vasectomies.
Narrow-minded Extremists.
Masochism and Depression.
Self-righteous Sadists.

Salt to taste and garnish with 
21st century political correctness;
the fear of shaming.

The perfect recipe for disaster.

-Dorian. C. Major

How to make something out of nothing

Take: a large bunch of nothing, preferably with leaves still unopened and flowers in buds.

Add: a small quantity of salted fluff.

Combine with: some medium-sized empty rhetoric, a handful of caramelised uncertainty, a sprinkle of whinge and several drops of self-pity.

Untie the bunch of nothing and let it lie loose at the bottom of a giant pan. The bigger the better. It will expand while cooking.

Mix in the other ingredients, spreading them evenly as you go along.

When assembled, cover with a tight lid, put on low and let it simmer. As soon as it starts bubbling, add a pinch of resentment and a spoonful of self-righteousness, both essential for the final effect.

As the dish cooks itself, you will need to faff around for a bit, huffing and puffing. Also, try to feel as indignant as possible, it helps to open the leaves and buds, and develop deeper flavours. Mutter a few swear words, curse the people who will be your guests at dinner. Don't take deep breaths and don't stop stirring up trouble.

You will know when it's fully cooked - it will blow up in your face, splatter all over your guests, ruin your kitchen and smell foul for days to come.

Enjoy.

   

Spring breaking in Manchester

Spring yet winter, not there yet.
Snowdrops out, snow dropping on them
Blue skies only a distant memory
Barely breathing
Freezing
Under the blanket of thick greyness
How did I get here, on whose wings?
Pondering continuity versus rupture
Common themes, here and there
Theme number one, home
Only happy when not at home, outside
In liminal space, in academic lingo, in pirueting nonreality
Young hands weaving rugs of poetry
Tug-of-words: pulling against obstinate images
That's home - the threshold of love and forgetting
Young hands and heads
Busy spinning life out of words
Naming things previously unknown
Sharing names previously unthought
That's home.
Nothing else will do.

Habbit

sheets

brushing teeth 

hot water poring on coffee grains 

crunch

. 

habit

.

asalam alyakom

alykom salam 

shlonek ?

bkhair

.

habit

.

loving

 hurting 

hating 

replacing 

.

habit

.

biting your nails 

tapping your feet

biting your lips 

stop doing that shfeek? ( whats wrong )

.

habit

.

that's general.. 

what are my habits ?

what do my friends say?

i observe 

cant control my face 

overact at everything!

and have my own pace 

at everything 

walking

 talking 

feeling

 knocking

he hates/loves when i would suddenly stop the conversation to describe how i almost died when i was driving.

how i need attention 

how i never believe in myself and put down my interventions

the list goes on 

i have so much habits 

   some i would like to keep and others, have them vanish

Significant Doses

Check for emails right after I wake up although I know I get none.
Watch Jeanine Amapola's motivational talks at 8 a.m.  while making breakfast.
Tie my hair using only fingertips so my hand doesn't get greasy.
Practice, in front of my mirror, important conversations I wanna have throughout the day.
Think and say I wanna burn calories all day long.
Stress over my wrinkled outfits in school.
Have two cups of green tea before I start studying.
Check on my novels collection thinking I should upgrade it (but I never do)
Plan an outfit for the next school day before heading to bed.
Put and keep stereo earphones on while sleeping.
Check for emails right after I wake up although I still know I get none.

Today's Activity

Today was a no-form kind of day. We met at QNL and while speaking, we randomly picked up a topic to write about which was daily weird habits.