raycatchersonly

fun for me

raycatchersonly — Tue, 31 Jan 2012 23:47:28 +0000

physics is a woman dominated by men fun for me femininity proof

to make certain lesbian relationships do her extremely good

lack of women around me as well because of her

by the way sex gravity cuddly girl there

Love you Jeremy !

Колыма́

raycatchersonly — Tue, 10 Jan 2012 18:45:11 +0000

Two days spent on waiting for Iwan Iwanowicz who went outside to buy some fruits and is still gone…

Plan for near future – learn Russian. for now worth remembering: karmanszczik, rekiet, błatny and so on

and listen to sweet the sting by tori

raycatchersonly — Tue, 03 Jan 2012 14:39:35 +0000

New memorabilia from being extremely blue are two simple advice

1. Do not read The Elementary Particles by Houllebecq. Too much consciousness is inconvenient

2. Play Heroes as often as you start to think

fragment of ‘Bordello’ by Lewis Turco …

raycatchersonly — Wed, 28 Dec 2011 10:11:08 +0000

… or how a Formalist poetry works. ( I am not an amateur of New Formalism. What is more, there were times when I was a formalist poetry hater, formalists’ enemy, eulogist of pure emotion and so on. However, Aristotle said sth about the golden mean and me following him became more versatile reader.)

Lafe Grat

In this house I am not ugly – nowhere

else. Nor is there

a mirror in the room we use, my bought

bride and I. What

images are reflected in her eyes

I recognize

as in a dream only, my face redrawn

by night. Reborn

each evening of this woman, spared my name,

the cruel fame

of the publicly disfigured, I roar

with my old whore

like a whole man, transfigured for a time.

Sordid? I am

Lafe Grat. I work hard to make a living.

There’s no giving

to a man who makes you think of darkness,

for my likeness

is found buried in everyone, hidden

till, unbidden,

it rises to gorge the beast in the blood.

So, out of mud

I am formedand rise each morning to stalk

where others walk

in a world of surfaces - till night when,

like other man,

I may purchase with coin my manhood, life -

a moment’s wife.

killing with the balance

nail in my coffin

raycatchersonly — Sun, 25 Dec 2011 11:33:07 +0000

this one goes to the dreamt ones I love

raycatchersonly — Sun, 25 Dec 2011 10:47:56 +0000

What about all of these creatures who played their role, sometimes enormously huge, in our so-called dreams ?

Where the hell is this strong Nigerian, whom I visited in prison two dreams ago?

What happened to the ….Golden Venus… who I swam with below the surface of the Atlantic Ocean in 2010?

Where are the members of Yakuza who shot me down when I was sipping my drink in the Asian bar?

no one knows

and it is no good from the perspective of entity which longs them more than any so-called real people