【 Blues 】 Pink Floyd
『Kind of Blue /青の韻律』
＊知覚の扉が清められたなら、物事はありのままに、無限に見える。
If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is: infinite.
Wilderness: The Lost Writings and Dita Von Teese
Jim Morrison
The silk handkerchief was
embroidered in China or Japan
…behind the steel curtain And
no one can cross the borderline
w/out proper credentials.
This is to say that we are all
sensate & occasionally sad
& if every partner in crime
were to incorporate promises
in his program the dance
might end & all our fiends
would follow.
I watched him to the door,
catching his robe
as the wine-bowl crashed to the floor,
spilling a few lees,
(ah, his “purple hyacinth”)
I saw him out of the door,
I thought:
there will never be poet
in all the centuries after this,
who will dare write,
after my friends verse,
“a girl’s mouth
is a lily kissed”
ASSAYS
I said:
“they sleep, the nine,”
when he shouted swift and passionate:
“that for the nine!
above the hills,
the sun is about to wake,
and to-day white violets
shine beside white lilies
adrift on the mountain side,
to-day the narcissus opens
that loves the rain.”
ASSAYS
A Book of Essays by KENNETH REXROTH
P 26
sympathy
ROSES
The soft parade has now begun on sunset.
He escaped into movie house “Roses”
INSIDE the dream, button sleep around your body like a glove.
Free now of space and time.
Free to dissolve in the streaming summer.
Nothing. The air outside burns my eyes,
I will put the mout and get rid of the burning.
CURE blidness with a whore’s spittle.
She said,”Your eyes are always black.”
The pupil opens to seize the object of vision.
The Voyeur is masturbator,
The mirror his badge
the window his prey
Films are collections of dead pictures
which are given artificial in somination
Films spectutor are quiet vmpires.
Bali Bali dancers
Will not break my temple
Explorers
Suck eyes into the head.
The rosy body cross
secret in Flow
Controls it Flow
in the soft parade, always..
See Roses & die.
Luis Sanchis
