A poem inspired by the discussions, and by the wikipedia article on
'flaneur'. (I think this is the most interesting thing I have written for
weeks!) First draft - critique welcome.
Alien-eyed
So I will be your
flaneur, yes,
that's what I will be,
flanerie my technique
of touching your
Flanerie, not flattery. I will not
paint -- I will photograph
your [de]constructed
your concreted skin
your starred and lit / your
banner camera hair
your dirty ruined / your
crumble and birdshit
My angular flapper frame will
walk its dancy walk all over your
In tall clothes
in collection of quirky / my
shoeshined, styled, alien-eyed / my
Never actual/present, existing
only in pataphor, yet
coming to get you
--
Janet Jackson
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