Caesura Cessation
// = caesura, although some conductors may also call them tramlines, railroad tracks or a cut-off. The sign means that there is a silent pause in the onward flow of the musical lineArchive for beginning
“They certainly give very strange names to diseases” Plato
-§-Roll up! Roll up! Get your -Joy Division Oven Gloves-** here…-§-
‘White Pill Two’ by New Zealand artist – Paul Hutchinson
(Poem inspired by my old friend Timmy B; a HMHB** fan (who asserts it’s okay to be right) and the night I met a new -self-)
Tease
Words of artistry,
Pitfalling ploy isn’t so funny
When she wears
“-‘Self-Righteous’ by Anita Roddick-“**
Swears in thick
As thieves accent
To ridicule a musicman’s patience
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A toast… to old friends
Sing ‘Capital! Capital’
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Once upon a time,
I read The Times
When
Should have been more guarded *then*
Than when
Playing beyond kitsch
In my unflinching
–switch-
To all things blood red
Now, it has to be said:
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A toast… to old friends
Sing ‘Capital! Capital’
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Still…
Stubborn will.
I was a little silly,
Stumbled over spinning –top- ;
Sold to me
As versatility
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Deep jostling to hide
In different cars
Ride to reach stars
Already sinking
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I’m thinking
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A toast… to old friends
Sing ‘Capital! Capital’
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T’was pandering to pawn some votes
… it’s no excuse,
Relished to feign obtuse,
To confuse comfort
For abuse
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Nevermind
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Broken love tryin’–a-sell me a line:
None want to *talk* to you
They’ll make their bed to lie with you
Lie to you
Line for you
Yep, powered up that powder
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Nevermind
§
A toast… to old friends
Sing ‘Capital! Capital’
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I’ve made the necessary goodbyes
Finalised
Final rehearse
Oh, to rewind to that first
Moment, blow
The motherf*ckingdust across the room
Yes, I would, and watch
The stars come to life
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In our eyes
“The beginning is the most important part of the work” Plato
-*-My Beg_innings-*-
I’m on the mend
You’re on the make
I move to travel transparent
Whilst you dress up
Opaque
Repelled in easy electronic vacuum;
We are
This unhuman,
Inconceivable mistake
Should shout
To break
It?
*
Defying laws of structured science
Denying calls of remembered reliance
*
We clutch, to tap at keys and kings
We are much, too much more than these bletherings
Yet, you
After all
Are… still:
My Beginnings,
The result is rounded, swelled improbable
I’m awe_ful
And; that is all
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You’re sailing straight
I’m plummeting death drops
You move to reap reminiscence
Whilst I push down stocking
Tops
Conjoined via fatal friendship streets;
We are
This obsolete,
Unfettered set of stops
Where weeds
Are crops
Too?
*
Measuring motorised metres of word
Minding mono-honed orders of absurd
*
We clasp, to trick out flaws and flames
We are much, too much more than these bletherings
Yet, you
After all
Are… still:
My Beginnings,
The reward is rotated, scored impossible
I’m awe_ful
And; that is all
