berlin demos
unreleased / unmixed - *private link*
text written by sara montijo and adapted / edited by rhys tivey
music written / recorded by rhys tivey
I mean run
I mean fast
domestic scene slide
sometimes, whimsically
wobbly with swift arousing-anything
swayback through the distance
sand castle by the sea
breakfast of bread and tea
A swallow from a sheet
Curious fate of our creations
Starting with the imposing blue body its bouquet outlined soft zulma
I offer up my rituals as
Starkness leans on brilliance
Unthinking everydayness
I am no longer private no longer in Milan
Turned the lessons of these splendid breasts ease the dissident, fragmented nude
(rising sun from one thousand nights born quiet)
universe I offer you designed in one hard laugh
Everything goes and nothing matters nothing goes and everything matters
Floating together in our inconceivable embrace
counterintuitive drive
compatibility with a fly
you’re an aerospace engineer
coddled troublesome identity
every tiny slight pull back
you’re an aerospace engineer
Polish polish polish !
Be whatever is ambiguous
Encounterable
Fragility
Unfinished and interwoven
Called to study the data
What a moon looks like unshriveled
I do not associate him with smoke (unreasonably)
A man under the breath, misty
Withdrew into lone-night
back at the source
&maybe he is too
Feeling will !
Having gotten up early
Gone for a drive
Into the ripeness
To think more deeply about these algorithms
I would like to begin : (my lecture on the science and possibility and humility of man)
This is what we know about limbo & heat.
I throw up my hands
hands hurl sky across an empty room
empty open sky sonnet ...
homage to a lost lover
thrown down his head
head over to the potomac river
(flee) silky black water clouds
in the sky resist rebel crown rock
where sitting air plain plein-air sitting against my hands
(empty nothing no-thing sip sip sip like rain sky drip drip)
found you bring me to the edge
cavern canyon steep
steep whole sky
hole in the sky sun threw
through me whole
sky no longer questions the way spin spins
sacred things
most unruly affair
chopping wood
in thunder
like being there
joy the cleanly guest
of necessity
to our other feelings.
joy
home return begin
stock the cupboards with kellogs flakes for casseroles and mom’s baked chicken.
chicken
recipes we often live by
being satisfied with suffering
and self-negation, and with the numbness
alter-native alternatives
century long wave ride bigger feast am i
Somebody’s raincoat stuffed in a broken window
Got me curious
Stops with a crash like daybreak
Going to meet the man
Show me where’s the honest place to stand
I witnessed him build churches, homes, and bars and fill them with supple self aware tragedy
characters wandered into themselves by mistake, internal landscapes
violent peaks and worn down edges;
people and places and questions unasked undead on arrival
gracelessly charming and wholly unwise
to become hardened by your pain
or softened by the rain
born in the valley of light, television
set my eyelids heavy late night, supernatural
legacy of red nosed motels rolling up for push up poker
fake moon candor against conifer wood broken
broken
marriage diagnosed her with the existentialist trend
dark girl in a white dress unable to bend
Suddenness happens slowly every time
Sitting next to a used up Newport green and white
Feel in-alignment and longing, unfine
mapping objective distances
time, space, flame
hypotheticality onto generalized psychological chasms
my lover knew about my smoke button
helped me find it then we all disappeared
hands against a timely mundane
now a speedy cumulus
great area of water unbroken
She gives a moan and sob
and a small triumphant laugh
apprehensive but not guilty
Torrential rain
hum under us
everything at once
lightning begs
awe from us
our togetherness
there is another language
keys that spin in shade
Time realizes not everything will end so badly.
75 degrees in Georgia.
What I went looking for stammers placeness placeless back to me.
Rosemary honey & brie!
Sorghum butter.
Sweet Holly jumps off the golden gates golder.