a reverie on antecovidum soirees
Mix it up
make it count
delight folks
be delighted
steer phrases
be steered
in the swirl
roust about
seek a huddle
spot a huddle
slink in
stick out
seek gaps
shoot them
spot walls
crash them
step back
make space
watch huddle
sidebar one
slip a shiny
receive well
what rebounds
pocket insight
pocket wit
move on
in the swirl
seek a huddle
spot a huddle
slink in
say nothing
nod a bit
make it count
seek a signal
spot a signal
drop a shiny
kick it once
kick it twice
kick it thrice
scoop it up
toss it
receive well
what rebounds
step back
make space
watch huddle
empty pockets
show empty
share empty
fill empty
with shinies
kicked around
from nowhere
to somewhere
"The poet is of no party." BaudelaireOur manifesto is an act of substantiation.
We reject all forms of futilitarianism, in whatever disguise.
We believe that comedy is the song of the village and tragedy the song of the goat.
We believe what is written in the books, but now we want to see for ourselves.
The single idea, beating on the same doors in vain.
The analogue and the invention.
The death cell.
The first permission.
Though we watch the stage for things to happen, though our minds wander.
By ourselves in the green field, playing our diversion.
Though the story begins with the loss of a home.
Out of the machine, we shift restlessly in our seats.