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Joseph B. Raimond

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 22

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

A troubled book for troubled times. Inspired by the recent death of his father as well as the death of American democracy, this little book holds a mirror to our modern world and to the modern artist.

Leseprobe

MIRRAN THOUGHT

Written in Barcelona, Paris, Dublin and Fürth in 2016.

As always, in loving memory of Frank Abendroth and Tom Murphy.

For Conny, my perfect angel.

Dedicated to Leonard Cohen.

Cover art by Joseph B. Raimond, 2016 Watercolor and ink on paper, Fürth.

This is DWM release Nr. 146

Table of Contents

Lousy Hunter

jet-set berries

Waves

punk rock poetry

The Clunk Of My Word

Busted Doors

For Tom

Gratefully Dead

cancer

giving directions

your wavelength

Cobra Calling

recipe

The Truth (about us)

Our Olympics

Front Seat Tyrant

Pull

October 3rd

Mongo’s Last Throb

Little Torch

Weeds

Spinning Wheels

Chemo

Melancholia

Ash

Hobbies

A Passive Monster

Look Up, Look Back

barcelona beach bum poem

The Traffic Jam

A Bad Poem

My River

I Caught A Bird

The Favour (he will never do her)

Real Artists Don’t Drive

Every Writer

you don’t deserve me

Every Day

Comrades?

Uniforms

Weakling

Lousy Hunter

With their eyes ablaze

Their noses twitching

They were getting restless

For

The hunt was on

And many were successful

And quenched their cravings

But I,

As always,

Stood by the sidelines

Watching

With absolutely no idea what I should do

Oh, I ran with the pack

Every now and then

Could smell their conquest

So close sometimes

I could feel the vigor

Vibrating through their bodies

As they devoured their prey

But in the end,

Although never alone

I was always lonely

jet-set berries

my early morning routine:

coffee, more coffee

a bowl of yoghurt

with fruit

as i prepare my breakfast

it says on the label

that my raspberries

are from portugal

my blueberries

from argentina

two countries

i have never seen

my breakfast

has travelled the world

more than i

Waves

Fine.

Great.

I admit it.

You were an ocean.

And I perhaps

Only a pond.

But that doesn’t mean

That I still can’t make

Waves.

punk rock poetry

dirty

fucking aggression

that will always

hold a mirror

to your face

no fluff, no vague filler

no pretty rhymes

no hard to understand

metaphors

just fury, just truth

that will never lie

or lead you astray

aggression

is a valid human emotion

that can fuel creativity

and can unfurl great

immortal art

it aint pretty

but if you thought art

must be pretty

then you have no idea

what art is

The Clunk Of My Word

For so long I have read