InterWritingWiki — Writing Dubuffet’s Titles

An abscond fugue, dream-altared.
très disconcerting, the subtlety of a million insurrectionary
freshets and breezlings
hidden in symphonic airconditioning
in a fugue state in London, Bankside

(cyrill duneau 2k4)

caught in an eerie wind drafting downstream

no, wait a minute

forget that–mountain invective, climbing or having left the surrounds

a dozen very big clocks all tolling, seriously a TellTaleTime without much else to say
borrowed, around, all the sounds, simultaneous, xomma'd, xonxiousness
manifold, fugitive...

SPORKWORLD

A delight tremayne, a surgical enlightenment, slash thru the brain
and a double montaigne on the monolith plains!

A sneaky gourd-sax, caught in the Kickapoo, send me up to heaven to see her
she plays back, on her mystical popsicle stick piano
says, dearest darling, give my love to the waiting cat below...

Who writes these mysterious love-envelopes
she sends us her lockets of kink and funk
her ImpLyxIshNess winking from a round puncture
a heart plays my numbers...

My marshmallow piano, swaying on amber-time rivers, type the glyphs of him
(He caresses her sugar lips back, writing his shaken rainbow)
says, dearest darling, knit a warm coat with the lazy cat's fur...

who spies on his dearest lowliess.

She dreams the bluest dreams where apples and bees
mellow within the piano's melodies
her knight, her cat, her symphonies
A stairway to the top of his rubbly flips...

A delirious walk in the calking cold
across velvet moonpath's to the bureaucrat's
door, please hearten your ease with heaven
a series of seas and cherries for delight.

What a lot of delight, too much. Is futurity not furtive?
Is maturity mordant?
Maldoror would say the sea
Is boiling green, and that is
that, with an extra percentage of thisses
and kisses.
Do I adore Maldoror?
The horror, the horror,
expiate the lambkins from their napkins.

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