"cocteau" poems
"...LIFE IS A HORIZONTAL FALL..."
( Hommage à Jean Cocteau )
"Come. . !" said the poem
taking me by the hand
& leading me inside
my self
finding the right words
& binding them together
so that they
became a teardrop
that didn't...couldn't
fall
like a lie
that was the only truth.
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 12:45 PM UTC
I come face-to-face with my Shadow
hungry
devouring
depraved.
The lupine
before a full hunter moon
bristles.
Hot saliva
falls
from hurtful pointed rows
in pearls.
This
in Goodge Street Station's
Underground
where a poster
promotes
The Hunger
a page-turner
The Clown in Soho:
3 Chocolate Martinis
4 lagers
1 gram of *******
300 press-ups
7 mile run and
1 sachet of Kamagra
… the night begins …
I howl with delight
- that’s me -
cracks open
a smile
yellow eddies swirl
in thrawl
to that shadow beast o’ mine.
This monstrous
I
can never satiated be --
a beast to straight jacket under the influence of the waning and waxing moon
and on the night of the carmine moon
release
My phone rings
(Excuse me, while I take this).
‘Hello, am I speaking to Ashley?’
‘Depends on who’s asking,’
I respond
licking my lips.
‘You Ashley Chapman?’
I like this kind o’ game.
‘Like I said,
who’s asking?’
Frustrated he repeats, ‘Confirm your name.’
I yawn and tell him as savagely as I can:
'No!'
Wolves
know 'no'
to the pack.
But as in Beauty and the Beast
(the Cocteau 1946 version, of course)
beneath that thick molting hair pelt
beasts have culture
and feelings, too
(a lion's heart?)
and mostly
(occasionally not)
given
space
food
The Den
a willing mate (or two)
we’re okay
affectionate dogs.
For when all is well with my shadow
-- no problem
in peace
in chains
'til the looped moon!
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 1:38 PM UTC
stem of orchid jewels
hearts white. fronds dangling caressed
clouds obscure. Judas gifts wrap
kitchen. bromeliad pool &
bird chorus, cocteau twins, unwound
clock. himalayan surveyor measures
watercolour, telescopic insight
ginger of blue flowerless season
changing, renewed construction
seeds bloom, a winter pose. house of
possibilities in clear air, away from here
barbeque covered, herbs sprout flavour
zen stone feature a cat’s new bed
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 8:13 AM UTC
Pop a few Bukowskis to set the day off right
And sip a little Hemingway to keep me feeling bright
Smoking on that Ginsberg, mind is opening wide
Doing lines of Robert Louis Stevenson,
and a Hookah full of Baudelaire
Ingesting Kerouac, it feels good I swear
Coleridge into my lungs, floating on thick air
Shooting up some Burroughs, my literary affair
I begin to lose sight of reality, taking some Cocteau
Tripping with the Kesey, my life is nearly through
A final hit of Huxley as transcendence I try to pursue
But old Walt Whitman, is where I say adieu.
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 7:22 PM UTC
Imagine Jean Cocteau in the lobby
holding a torch
Imagine a trained dog act,
a Rock and Roll Band
Imagine I am Curly of the Three Stooges
disguised as Wm Shakespeare
Imagine that I'm the cousin of the Mayor
of New York or the King of Nepal
(I didn't say Napoleon!)
Imagine what it is like to be in the glare
of hot lights when you are longing for dark
corners
Imagine the Ghost Patrol, the Tribal
Orchestra --
Imagine an elephant playing a harmonica
or someone weighing out bones on the edge
of the desert in Afghanistan
Imagine that these poems are recorded moments
of temporary sanity
Imagine that the clock was just turned back --
or forwards -- a hundred years instead of an hour
Let us pretend that we have no place to go,
that we are here in the Cosmic Hotel,
that our bags are packed & that we have one hour
to checkout time
Imagine whatever you will but know that it is not
imagination but experience which makes poetry,
and that behind every image,
behind every word there is something
I am trying to tell you,
something that really happened.
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 4:04 PM UTC
Monica disappeared
She told me she might love me
I told her where to meet me
But when I got there
She was gone
I had become enraptured
By her cherubic face
Elfish, tomboy haircut
Law-breaking smile
I should have known there was something lurking
Behind it
Some secret or some thing
Some One
Some dark, ugly lie she’d found herself caught in
Fly in a spider’s web, vulnerable
But it was easy enough to see
She was too hard to let anything hurt her
She might as well have hurt me
I never told you how
Her kisses left me breathless
The music of Cocteau Twins came alive
In her ethereal expression
As our lips reluctantly let go of each other
Her sated smile told the story
Of happy endings and serendipity
The Fates had other plans
And maybe she knew it.
So somewhere in her heart or her head
She had conspired with the Great Unknown
To break my heart
And so she disappeared.
Lost, flawed goddess?
The woman kept her fair share of secrets
And most likely a greater lot of lies she’d fed me...
Cotton candy to a baby
Grim acceptance of the brutal reality
Brought home by her disappearance
And nailed shut by the knowledge
That I would never again, in my life,
Here and in the Great Beyond,
See her face, kiss her lips, relax in her embrace
Never again dance to Springsteen’s slow songs, silently surrendered to sensuality and the staggered stagnation of sense and sensibility and I would drive all night just to buy her some smack…whatever she wanted
Hear her voice
In this place I will call her “mine”
In this place
She would confess, "I'm yours"
So much like a dream
In this place
Look into her eyes then
Wake
Wail and moan for the miles that separated us
The sackcloth and ashes well worn in the years since
She vanished into thin air
She’s as dead as if she’d stopped breathing
As if her heart had actually stopped beating.
The period for grief and mourning are long past
And yet here I lie
Overcome by a tsunami
Sep 17, 2010
Sep 17, 2010 at 7:41 AM UTC
Hello again, and welcome to tonight’s program
A wonderful show it is, for you that is…
A beautiful imbalance of provocative wonders
Simmered together in an elixir of intoxication
The modern day alchemist roams the night for the eyes of sensuality
The midnight occupiers of the everlasting void
A world you understand but can’t comprehend
A life you comprehend but don’t understand
The unsaid pleasures of private fantasy
The untold fantasy of malevolent pleasures
Please come in
Don’t be shy
We’re all here
Waiting for you
Yes this way
Keep walking till you see the door
Yes
This is the door
The door for you
16
Room 16
It’s unlocked
It’s ok
Please
Walk in
This is your door
This is your mind
This is your door to your mind
Room 16
Where were you when you were 16?
Do you remember that one night that changed everything?
That one girl?
That one boy?
Finding yourself….did it happen?
Did you feel misunderstood?
Or
Did you misunderstand others?
I remember only too well.
The stories I faced
The ridicule I endured
“You need to be punished” said the stepfather-person, “But since you think you are old enough to make your own decisions, here’s one for you. Now it’s either you or your cat. I can either gut you or gut your cat…decide now, Which of you doesn’t get gutted?”
I look up at my little cat, squeezed underneath his massive arm
I didn’t put it past him that he would hurt me in an unimaginable way
I point to myself, saying that I didn’t want to be gutted.
“Wow.” The stepfather-person says, “You must not love your own pets. Some person you’ll turn out to be.”
He tosses the cat to the ground and leaves to his room.
The next day the cat is gone.
What cruel manifestations we are of all our sins
What dark creatures we are, yet we are terrified of the monsters underneath our bed
The monsters in the other room
The monster that sits at your dinner table
The monster that beats your mother
The monster that kicks you into a bookshelf
The monster that strangles you
The monsters
The monsters we all have the potential to become
But do we?
I’d like to think that some of us can become angels instead
Not monster or demons
But some do
In fact
Many of us do
Many of us become the monsters we covet.
What are you?
This has been tonight’s program. We’d like to thank the academy and all who made this possible: Quarters, Jimi Hendrix, Ronald Dahl, Marilynn Monroe, Bret Easten Ellis, watches, Eastern Promises, A history of Violence, Daniel Day Lewis, Rebecca Hall, Cocteau Twins, tomatoes, graphic novels, There will be blood, red gel pens, gold frames and all the little people.
Thank you and please visit us again.
Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 11:45 PM UTC
I argue the point and take a stand. How is eating food and sliding a fork in and out of your mouth so much different than a kiss? It is a sensational thing to be fully present for either but if I cannot be kissed I will eat like it is my ***
A hard chair. Sit upright. Dress right..or undress just right.Heels of course. No Tv. NO PC. Silence or the Cocteau Twins Treasure.
Treasure is the third studio album by Scottish alternative rock band Cocteau Twins. It was released on 1 November 1984, through record label 4AD. With this album, the band settled on what would, from then on, be their primary lineup: vocalist Elizabeth Fraser, guitarist Robin Guthrie and bass guitarist Simon Raymonde.
The album reached number 29 on the UK Albums Chart, becoming the band's first UK Top 40 album, and charted for 8 weeks.[9] It also became one of the band's most critically successful releases, although the band themselves have expressed dismay at it. Know your ******* music!
Sit proper and nice. Make a nice table setting-IMPRESS YOURSELF!!!! I mean **** who is in your mouth?? You have more sensations all over than you use..I might spank you if you do not do a nice setting and snap a photo..you know I want to sea green IT!!!
Now take the time to feel the complexity of the flavors built, skill involved-maybe a ******* KILT!
Feel the sliding of the FORK IN AND OUT..little strokes in your pout.
Let is slide so slowly out..feel the edges..nice and smooth..let it slide feel that tine groove.
Chew so succulent and slow..feel the textures and LET THOUGHTS GO
Feel the flow, taste everything within it sink below.
Belly warm, food is desire..imagination and being present is all that is required~
The best way to treat myself is some fine dining. Living watercress & Italian parsley- balsamic vinegar salad on the side of a tempting dish of white beans with sun dried tomatoes, mushrooms, onions, celery, cilantro,orange peppers and some garlic and chili paste with a lemon slice I ate right away and dashed the whole thing with a drizzle of balsamic. I did not taste test anything. I know what a good balance is. My meal was a 5 star worthy dish. I ate everything on my plate.
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 6:29 PM UTC
LIFE IS A HORIZONTAL FALL
( Hommage à Jean Cocteau )
"Come. . !" said the poem
taking me by the hand
& leading me inside
my self
finding the right words
& binding them together
so that they
became a teardrop
that didn't...couldn't
fall
like a lie
that was the only truth.
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 3:55 PM UTC
That June was fatal
I was 21and drowning in daze
Numb in my cellar cradle
To a Cocteau Twins through a midday sparkling haze
Scars went down my arms and legs and broken soul
Since I walked this self-harm alley
Strolling round maniacally
Lifeless mind,numb and cold
Pills scattered like a nailbombs
Pushed me deep down to a crippled womb
Neither Heaven nor Las Vegas
But a valley of fake healers
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 4:31 PM UTC