I enjoyed the way you revised this version and I was reading it hoping it
would stay as it was till the end. There is something in the final strophe
that does not convince me, probably the last line but hopefully it is only
me.
On Jan 12, 2008 8:03 AM, Janet Jackson <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Alien-eyed (Flaneur)
>
> 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 constructed
> your concreted skin
> your starred and lit / your
> banner camera hair
> your dirty ruined / your
> crumble and birdshit
>
> This angular flapper frame will walk
> its dancy walk all over your.
> Observe my mannish
> my collection of quirky
> my faux fur and genuine leather / my
> shoeshined, styled, alien-eyed / my
>
> Never actual/present, existing
> only in pataphor, yet
> coming to get you
>
> --
> Janet Jackson
> [log in to unmask]
> www.proximity.webhop.net
> www.myspace.com/poetjj
>
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Anny Ballardini
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I Tell You: One must still have chaos in one to give birth to a dancing
star!
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