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- Sanctus, sanctus Dominus Deus – mana balss saplūst ar citām balsīm.
- Bet tas nav mans izgudrojums - iesaku, piemēram, paklausīties, kā Bahs spēlējies ar vārdu " sanctus" - trijās vai četrās minūtes nemitīgi izdziedāts tikai viens vārds.
- TO MY HEAD Term by Motoori Norinaga IF if bamboo forests had grown in Alpine meadows we would ve been using bamboo sticks for writing now no fishing rods would be ruined fashioning them we would use hieroglyphs HIEROGLYPHS pretzels and snakes roofs and horizons plum shaped ovals needles as thick as a hair of yak tetrahedron cavities ellipses of air potholes spear eyelashes and axe handles knife blades and awls vortexes of woven rops little frogs of infinity bone harpoons crow bars and pliers bee stings threads of cob webs still this wouldn t change anything we would write as we do now out of boredom desperation biting a log of sadness as death becomes clear like the morning in a pupil of the dragon flie s eye followed by cows as they moo and balerinas prancing among edelweisses 21 5 200 1 KNOWING IN ADVANCE the autumn will come and hit the keyboard that bangs out Mahler with little fists of chestnuts as they fall leaves , like palms , will slap the cheeks covered with gentle growth like the coral reef don t ask what is this for there ll be no answer there is no need maybe because the cherry trees that were planted in spring are no longer alive the winter will come and the cold will squeeze the fence like a jaw with a few canine teeth missing thin air is wheezing through that s for being not ready that s for not preparing my sleigh for the winter they will give me an ice pick for getting through the glacier of soul for the compote of apples from Heaven for preserving the skins of my sins blood turned into vinegar long time ago there will come she has come now a little girl with red ribbons in her hair and black patent shoes with a tin opener in her hand she ll take and she s taken now only a piece of chalk so I can t draw a circle around myself THAT S MY LIBERATION in my bed , I cuddle up with stones I m stretched like an insense stick a vision is under my head with pins of crawling snakes the lips start jerking talking is hard they babble and tremble like kisses of DEAD PEOPLE the morning comes and a kick from the bed to another tongue as if PEOPLE OF PEACE would be kissing you the vapour of whisper circles up a vortex of insense to the core of a cob web call me I will not get up I will not go I ll not rush to the nectar of the morning little flower of cigarette burning up little worms of female tongue they crawl all over my body in the morning , butterflies fly around them 10 9 200 2 sanctus sanctus not me sanctus of fog of sins INquisitoRIal office schedule I am drunk , so drunk drunk , I graze in the ink of fog my fodder is loose behaved polar moss sacred , I am sacred I am crucified on the gates of royal barn , and my colours are crossed black redness of pale for the crumbling self portrait etching buried buried not alive I am but I d been alive too buried by summer 1997 in autumn as