Mel Vil's Blog, page 11

Tunnel vision

Be nice Remember names Think before you speak Tolerate criticism Don’t upset the balance Suffer hypocrisy Look down Face forward Don’t flinch Subjugate permanently

Fragility infinitely

When did everything become so fragileand did talking stop being enoughI avoid converting to party to the debatepreserving my objectivity simultaneouslywithdrawing eventuallyreluctant to accept conflictto accept defeatand count hair line fractures. When did fragility invade everythingand conversation draw to a halta word in actionsas actions ignore words.Choose your own prioritiesundermine those of othersuntil they breakthen Continue reading Fragility infinitely →

Into whose hands

You, fallen shattered on impact scattered far and wide. We, scrambled rushed for pieces pushed in as far as they can. Babel, divided separated by minds isolated by possessive attachments. I, fallen parachute to the fringes infiltrate barriers for security. It, time for stock be taken dry air be humidified. Cobweb, formed decadence brushed aside Continue reading Into whose hands →

The ocean in marble

I am playing the marbles with the world.Against an evil opponent.Whose stacks are black,oil and coal firedearth-raping excavators. As the tunnel closes over meSand plumes from the lake bedand my ascent begins.Towards this marbleof which my ocean is made. The light floods backlike white sheets drawn awayI pierce the isotherm and,reveal the surface temperature.Behold my Continue reading The ocean in marble →

The wall (Red Dragon III)

The point in the world where it is no longer straight forward but straight up. The wall of mountains. Crushed surface scattered with the Earth’s sleepy dust. Not to move for a million more years. And even then a movement that defies observation. Earth’s reticence, Gaia’s timidity. The heaven’s rain on the old enemy of … Continue reading The wall (Red DragonIII)

All telling words (Red Dragon II)

All telling words, telling of all that was to tell of having studied every last scale on the dragon’s back. Bad ways and worse methods. Thoughts of mockery. What to do with the dewy rose inspiration of an early morning investigation? A tormenting treatment, a red back, unshifting. Patiently blood warming, who dares cower in … Continue reading All telling words (Red DragonII)

The artist and the slave

A verbal photograph. A picture in words. The black on white postcard. Linguistic description. A sketch. A typewriter. Pages. Pages of a sketch pinned. Pinned behind a typewriter. Loosely sitting at its climax. The final strokes. The first words of truth. The companion for life. A soul met before. A point in life. Usually a … Continue reading The artist and theslave

Lies and Hypocrisy is out

So I did it finally. Only at selected retailers.http://viewbook.at/LiesHypocrisy Can’t wait to carry on carving something out of the next manuscript in the pipeline.Filed under: Musings

Zola [on migration?]

Just came across these words from Emile Zola’sLourdes, which make my spine tingle (English translation below): Cette religion de la souffrance humaine, ce rachat par la souffrance, n’était-ce pas encore un leurre, une aggravation continue de la douleur et de la misère ? Il est lâche et dangereux de laisser vivre la superstition. La tolérer, … Continue reading Zola [on migration?]

Babel and the idea of a tower

It’s called the ‘Tower’ of Babel for a reason. The idea is that the tower is great because it contains all of humanity but that means there will always be people who are further up the tower and always others just joining. This doesn’t create a community in any normal understanding of the word. It […]