kyrylo1ovochkin

media artist from Ukraine instagram.com/kyrylo1ovochkin

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Comma by Diane Seuss

To never be touched again. That line

has a sound. Hear it?

I don’t want to bring a story

to it. Not even an image.

It has a sound. Listen.

To never be touched. Oh, a nurse,

a doctor, but never to be touched in that way.

You know what way. Listen.

Hear it. Let’s not tag it with a feeling.

Give me a break. What possible song

would you play when you toss my ashes,

someone once asked me.

There is no song, he said. Don’t

narrativize, Diane. Don’t narrativize Diane.

See what a comma can do?

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Mark Cohen

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Joan Didion

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Ryan Mcginley

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Frank O’Hara

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Lesbian Lovers Kissing In Tiananmen (2006)

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Ana Mendieta

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Jurgen Klauke Antlitze

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Fiona apple’s mugshot, 2012

[pattismithpoet]

The Wait For You

every night I wait hard for you like a hard mistress like somebody’s outlaw woman never sure from which side she’s sitting just a ragged queen with a bullet carved on the inside of her wrist I’m shot to hell I’ve been up all night It’s insane to wait, but I insist one kiss from you is worth it, shotgun to pass the time I dress up like a red-mouthed Italian starlet like a Times Square tap dancer like a flash, hot in the hoochie koo or the girl dressed in gingham every night I steer away from other tricks and plenty of good men men with hot chestnuts steer away from them like the great navigator nursing a romance with the great bear disregarding all the fine points of the sky’s compass and drunk drunk on the hours behind on the lone night ahead so I’m drunk enough and willing if you come so I’m drunk enough to take it if you don’t come rum and another one and a round all around me so I don’t have to stretch for one lest my wrist shake and break the drinker’s glass lest my wrist show it’s not working revealing I’ve been chosen to be somebody’s outlaw woman beat to shit like a sea wretch despite the mark of the sovereign cut in my palm

© Patti Smith

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sinead o'connor

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Sam Sax “Lisp”

there are more Ss in possession than i remembered /

my name hinges on the S / is serpentine / has sibilance /

is simple / six lettered / a symbol / different from its sign /

sound shapes how we think about objects / the mouth

shapes how sound spills out / how the speaker’s seen /

a sigmatism is the homosexual mystique / my parents

sought treatments / i was sent to a speech / pathologist /

sixth grade / a student / she gave me exercises / i was

schooled / practiced silence / syllabics / syntax / my voice

sap in the high branches / my voice a spoonful of sugared

semen / i licked silk when i spoke / i spilt milk when i sang /

when i sang sick men tore wings from city birds / so

i straightened my sound / into a masculine i / the S

is derived from the semitic letter shin / meaning

my swishiness is hebraic / is inherited / it’s semantic / no

matter what was sacrificed / the tongued isaac / a son

against the stone of my soft palate / still i slipped /

my hand inside my neighbor’s / waistband & pulled back

pincers / sisyphus with the sissiest lips / parseltongued

assassin / sassy & passing for the poisoned sea / now

when i say please / let me suck your cock / i sound

straight / as the still secondhand / on a dead watch.

[zegalba]

Naoki Ito: Urban Nature (2009)

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Hanna Sobachko-Shostak

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Oksana Grudzynska. Plate “Grew in a bunch, grew...” 1975

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Alla Horska “Near the river” 1964