Human forms his truth by mathematical precision.
It will always be inaccurate, unsuperior in relation
to the wholeness of this system.
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Categories
- automatic writing (1)
- essays/criticism (1)
- film criticism (1)
- poetry (10)
- song lyrics (2)
Human Forms the Truth
August 16, 2010 – 16:44
INTERMITTENT LUNACY – Part II
June 25, 2010 – 14:55
Intermittent Lunacy is the second book of poems from KiNo.
Currently it is unprinted and only exists as unique handwritten copies
- you may order from the store at the bottom of this page.
KiNo is currently making a poetry album by the same title and content.
It features his voice and a collage of extraordinary soundscapes composed to the poems.
The book starts here: Part I – Poems 1 to 13
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Poems 15-27
#15
18/12/06 15:54
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Everything at once!
If I can’t articulate the complexity of this mental image,
it’s because there are magnetic fields between “being” and “representation”.
I cry,
I endure
I am volatile if I am, on purpose
in the purgatory
mangled between my two ears.
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#16
18/12/06 15:58
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Ascend on a beautiful day,
life keeps you inside me like a pearl inside death,
on a beautiful day,
let army of shadows play,
black keys of the piano playing the song of death.
I am not afraid.
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#17
21/12/06 18:40
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I received a bullet on the chest of liberty.
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#18
22/12/06 14:36
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My heroes are books still in the form of trees
uncut, unwritten,
their pages content with air
and the rippling of a stream nearby
just minutes before civilisation.
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#19
25/12/06 04:39
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Fang-less vampire,
teeth deep in a sealed smile.
When one remembers one often forgets
how beauty is the captive child in your feminine fortress.
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#20
25/12/06 04:59
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The man walks his shadow to tolerate his doubt;
whether it is day or night,
it’s neither!
only a song for the piper.
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#21
29/12/06 20:32
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Modern Malady.
Our actions, habits, ambitions, desires, affections are as modern as our corpses.
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#22
Lost and unfound.
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#23
05/01/07 03:02
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I am possessed
my entire being is sledded down
the abyss of existence.
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#24
05/01/07 03:11
Of all the ends to a love story
the best one is to start another one with the one I love.
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#25
07/01/07 07:00
Everything comes from one and returns to one.
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#26
11/01/07 23:06
Testimonies of a super- ego:
enlarge as you wish, my pretty!
you are not alone in this world.
Sulphur smile,
mellotron tease,
I am yours
all the way.
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#27
13/01/07 18:02
The cliff I fell from is higher than my being.
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Claptrap V
Marilyn Monroe
June 7, 2010 – 00:26
Voice automatically recites at the loading of this page. Poem inspired by this news.
The flighty dame stood over the Brooklyn bridge contemplating a suicide note
whence came the angel of death and already biased by her golden misery
gave her a novel instead.
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She could then talk about the parade of faces on her last lover’s gestures,
about the informative skies harbouring hopeless beginnings for each gestation,
she had the world of future
under her blowing skirt
just a cliché.
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Marilyn curled dark impulses, her tiptoes
balancing on the threshold of a breaking news.
The silent slither,
East River, yet to rot and freeze.
Marilyn gasped an awakening
and dragged her leaden defeat back to life.
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Now, fade into the automatic buzzing solitude engineering this city
with its mute traffic of lament.
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Black eyes of the water blinked farewell
for the time being
the disparate stranger
whom I never cared for.
Then why do I occasionally see her come through this door
vivacious as a cork leaving a bottle of champagne
for an enormous splitting headache.
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I feel the drowning of a leaf in a lake.
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Claptrap IV
May 27, 2010 – 02:55
Voice automatically recites at the loading of this page.
Jealousy is a window,
slut,
and half open to me.
Corpses I recruit in the wake of love
never realise I don’t exist.
On this private street, venting songs
I have known many whores.
They come like saturn ringing around my glow.
My plans are evermore transparent and shows me the spineless.
Listless and removed
from the haggard artillery of my youth.
In the veils for mystery, leave me stranded
I can not materialise even if I attempt bulging enthusiasm,
my counterfeit sentiments are cranked and fading.
Tumbling down the scale of strings, at ease, I feel as pale as a spotlight.
Transfigure my settings, please,
to the paramount version of me.
Before little people appear, you will slap immediacy forgetting what I reveal.
Two spirits collide
somewhere I cannot be.
Here and there,
eyeing the interesting.
Nights volcano beats in embers of the heart to soot my being.
In this secret battle for possession
I am unassigned and impassioned
without a person.
Because I must work the mechanics of life’s endeavour
and hoist the unknown.
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Claptrap III
March 22, 2010 – 01:08
Voice automatically recites at the loading of this page.
Places to go.
Reluctant with a pretty face
daily amorphous delicacy
in a grasshopper’s leap from my skin
I am roaming
beating the books
as the rare searches its muse.
Eum.
The best unfound way out
is the pact of life with scissors,
the union of my both sides:
amphibian and nocturnal.
Claptrap II
March 15, 2010 – 01:50
Voice automatically recites at the loading of this page.
You reel me towards the strange
deviation in the rustling of the city
you hang like a crocodile skin bag
on the burning alabaster shoulder
I would love to kiss farewell
as if a person.
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MAP OF THE UNIVERSE
06 Dancing with A Rocket
January 26, 2010 – 02:35
6th song from the debut KiNo album MAP OF THE UNIVERSE.
You can listen to the full song here. Or you may purchase it here.
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I can see in the kingdom of the blind,
what’s the word in the realm of deaf,
the dumb stared too long at the distant sun
thinking it’s the sky
I can see in the kingdom of the poor,
who is in the act of stealing brains?
the dumb states too much
at the cinema of the bourgeois.
Quit order, everybody, quit or die!
Buy and sell, everybody’s worth a penny, baby
They love this life long drama.
They want that life long drama.
I can see in the kingdom of the blind,
what’s the word in the realm of deaf?
the dumb stared too long at the distant sun
thinking it’s the sky.
Deep down inside everybody lacks a heart,
Bought and sold, everybody’s worthless pile of bones,
They love this life long drama.
They love that life long drama.
Quit order, everybody, quit order!
Buy and sell, everybody’s worth a penny, baby?
They love this life long drama.
They love that life like drama.
And in the end,
we all went down to the land beneath the sand
for a return to eternity
that’s the end, beneath the sand.
SONG EXPLANATION:
It’s about death in two ways. Firstly, it refers to the state of fascistic, ignorant, parasitical, idiotic world of entertainment that turns people into deaf, dumb and blind; effectively killing their critical awareness by blighting the potential of the mediums of expression and information such as cinema, music and literature. Secondly, Dancing with a Rocket makes a reference to the phenomenon of death literally. Death as a beginning rather than the end, which stops all worldly indulgence, the temporal and the insignificant. Rocket symbolises the heart of the one who is aware, rising forth to eternity.
MAP OF THE UNIVERSE
08 Bequeath me the World
December 30, 2009 – 21:15
8th song from the debut KiNo album MAP OF THE UNIVERSE.
You can listen to the full song here. Or you may purchase it here.
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Bequeath me the world, i am hurled to a void in your voice
between the worlds of consequence which begins, which will end
Bequeath me the world, i am here, but it’s unlikely to resist
the rules of the game dictate us, there’s been no winners nor losers,
decide what you will be when you die, children know this by heart
between the fiction in fantasy and the real in the imagery, Bequeath me…
Bequeath me the world so that I give the world to you
those who are gone, those alive,
life feeds on love “and the world will be as one”!
Bequeath me the world, i am hurled to a voice in your void,
between the worlds of consequence which will end, which begins
Bequeath me the world, i was here, but it’s unlikely to resist
the rules of the game dictate us, there’s been no winners nor losers,
decide what you’ll be when you live, children know this by heart,
between the fiction in fantasy in the real in the imaginary,
Bequeath me…
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SONG EXPLANATION:
“Everything leads to the belief that there exists a certain point of the mind at which life and death, the real and the imaginary, the past and the future, the communicable and the incommunicable, the high and the low, are not perceived as contradictions.” André Breton
Give me the world in all of its chaos and glory, with all the worlds between good and evil, with everything logic and rational thought is incapable of grasping. This song is made of 3 choruses back to back with lyrics changing to binary opposites to represent the ying and yang order of things.
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BARB CONCERTO Chapter 4
Rumours and My Broken Belly
December 20, 2009 – 12:30
Published in 2006, Barb Concerto is the first book of the Poet of Sound and Image KiNo.
You can order the hard copy of this book from the store appears at the bottom of this page.
BARB CONCERTO Chapter 3
Unmaking of a Film
December 19, 2009 – 05:43
Published in 2006, Barb Concerto is the first book of the Poet of Sound and Image KiNo.
You can order the hard copy of this book from the store appears at the bottom of this page.