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Le Coucher du Soleil

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1. Oct. 1994 By Alex Nuttall - Bio The sun went down so fast and the trees returned to let go. Le Coucher du Soleil Poetry by Alex Nuttall, title: Le Coucher du Soleil, Original Date: 19941001 – © Alex Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1994 – 2017 – Retro-published 20170811. Originally written Octo

Somewhere In 1994

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1. Jun. 1994 By Alex Nuttall - Bio The words blend As the concrete splatters; We fill up earthen holes That we have dug. The cast-iron skillet simmers With oil made for a higher purpose Of eating. A dog barks, Sad—barkie—sad—barks. And I am empty, As I am full… Now I am full of emptiness. A U M Shanti-Shanti-Shanti. And I am ignorrant by laziness, As I am enlightened by content. Somewhere In 1995 -- Alex Nuttall In 1994 a formcarpenter writes a poem about enlightenment. Doing hard work sometimes leads to laziness but also sometimes to enlightenment. © Alex Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1994 - 2017 - Alex Nuttall - 20171220 -ABN – Ed Date: 2017-12-20 19:13 | Poetry by Alex Nuttall, title: Somewhere In 1994, Original Date: 19940601 – © Alex Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1994 – 2017 – Retro-published 20171220. #AlexNuttall #OgFOMK #Poetry #Concrete #Emptiness #AUM #Shanti #Enlightenment #FormCarpenter https://ogfomk.blogspot.com/1994/06/somewhere

Po-Li and Moi

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28 May 1994 By Alex Nuttall - Bio I wrote This Date Too man- Y times and The cen-ter Of The un- I-verse was There and Po- Li wrote an Oth-er Po- Em 'though I Knew not who Or where and This lil' bo- Dhi-sat-va Suff-ers some More. “P-tweet!” says A bird and Her pant-ies* Show e-ven More. * or ”knick-ers“ as to situation © Alexander Blair Nuttall / OGFOMK Arts 1998 © Alexander Blair Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1998 - 2017 20170627 -ABN

Le Nouveau Rocheux-Route En L'état

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20. Mar. 1994 By Alex Nuttall - Bio Broken, scattered fragments from life before… This leash I've set and written to… This life… This hard chest-bomb, Again. It’s alright, I feel a wind and a generous sun. old wind old window old wind-chime old winding road old day This old footprint, stuck in the sand, It will blow away again. Poetry by Alex Nuttall, title: Le Nouveau Rocheux-Route En L'état, Original Date: 19940320 – © Alex Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1994 – 2017 – Retro-published 20170813. Making the journey forward is not easy. It can be a rocky-road. It can be difficult. It also has to be tread upon. We may not see the eveidence of travel because sand can be blown away. Keywords: #Sand. #Poetry, #Road, #Journey #AlexNuttall #OgFOMK “Le Nouveau Rocheux-Route En L'état“ – 20. Mar. 1994 – #AlexNuttall #Poetry #Road https://ogfomk.blogspot.com/1994/03/le-nouveau-rocheux-route-en-letat.html

misanthropological study

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20 March 1994 By Alex Nuttall - Bio infected by some germ cell From the penis to the vagina; Germ cell feeds and divides; It gets bigger; disfiguring the female Host; The male is not around, or is and awaits The sentence; Gestation of the germ cell-- Nine moons will turn... Germ is finally rejected from the Female, Slightly resembling The infector and Host; The male hears of the prognosis: "It's a boy!” Gaily the trained exorcist Expostulates. © Alexander Blair Nuttall / OGFOM-K Arts 1998 © Alexander Blair Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1998 - 2017 20170624 -ABN

Grandpa' Buk‘s Last Stand

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9 Mar 1994 By Alex Nuttall - Bio A sad window opens and blows sad wind; The old writer dead over a new word processing computer; And young, giggling children under the So. Cal. sun; What fun is it to die of pneumonia-- Especially while trying to re-boot the goddammed computer to expostulate ones last bit of knowledge? The window in the air blows and a roach shares a sandwich; The computer still hums -- dumb, dumb, dumb, computer never booted and it never knew that you were gone; But the flies knew, and they have laid their young on your last sores; Until someone identified you; What did they care?  Into The headline it read, ”Buk is dead, at last... It's about time.” [from OGFOM-K #7, 1994] (edited 29 Sept. 1998) Grandpa' Buk‘s Last Stand © Alexander Blair Nuttall / OGFOM-K Arts 1998 © Alexander Blair Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1998 - 2017 20170624 -ABN

When We Get Old

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20 January 1994 By Alex Nuttall - Bio Dream l dreamt about that one that is You now; You know that l do still dream and I Know that you do also; Dream l dreamt again that we would Talk ‘ever; Dream l dreamt about, you know: Your eyes, your self; your mouth; Dream l talk to you, even thee i sing... Dream among your head, fast asleep in bed; Watching over you watching over me; Passing time would be so well, as you say, When we get old; I hope the elegance never wares and our Freedom is a waltz, don‘t you know; We have secret communicated so much so That we still know our hearts do bind; Yea, I change my mind every so and so; I hope that you can see the love you have For me is a treasure I do stow As I meander on the go; Dream, l dreamt you did, dream about You... Me... But darling I must tell, 'twas not just What you dreamed! l was there. you see, and you were there in me; My cheeks flushed like a rose, you'd walk in, everyone knows; We

Pashyati | पश्यति

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17. Jan. 1994 By Alex Nuttall - Bio Oh the sadness The eternal blindness Yet, one knows of the eye Always it is seeing Change, Flash; Blindness. Oh, the joy! The eternal creation By the eternal blind  That makes one blind  Ready to see. Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey, Brahma! You there, sleeping—creating! Hey, Vishnu! You there, playing—preserving! Hey, Siva! You there, dancing—Destroying!  A U M Hey, Atman, you there, careless, just enjoying It All. By Thejas Panarkandy from India - Murudeshwara Statue , CC BY-SA 2.0 , Link Poetry by Alex Nuttall, title: Pashyati - Seeing, Original Date: 19940117 – © Alex Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1994 – 2017 – Retro-published 20170914. Enjoying the role the Hindu gods play is enough to brighten the day of the spiritual traveler who drops his birth myths for something new. Somehow the explanation hits to the root center. Mankind wants an explanation for the good and bad. Mostly