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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.







Poetry by Alex Nuttall, title: Le Coucher du Soleil, Original Date: 19941001 – © Alex Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1994 – 2017 – Retro-published 20170811.

Originally written October 1994 this poem is about the Sun relaxing with trees or just a sunset. This is version 27Apr1997 / 19970427

Keywords: Sunset, Trees, Poetry, Relax

OgFOMK ArTS Issue 7, June 1994

By Alex Nuttall - Bio

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OgFOM-K ArTS, June 1994, Issue #7.  Featuring:
Cary B. Epes, Jr. - BioDee AllenArtyW. Michael StillAlexander B, NuttallScott FurrBrian S. WillisOgFOM-K staffThomas Jay NisleySarah CoonGary Swofford
Published by A.B. Nuttall and Gary Swofford
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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.







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-in-1994.html

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
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20170627 -ABN

OGFOM-K ARTS Issue #6, April 1994

By Alex Nuttall - Bio

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OGFOM-K Issue #6, April 1994 (19940401) One Giant Fart on Mankind.   Featuring: 
Cary B. Epes, Jr. - BioScott Furr T. Avis Kim Howser Alexander Nuttall Arty Heather Bennett 
Published by A.B. Nuttall and Gary Swofford

© Alexander Blair Nuttall / OGFOM-K Arts 1998  © Alexander Blair Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1998 - 2017 20170628 -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
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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)



© Alexander Blair Nuttall / OGFOM-K Arts 1998
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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 do... we stay afraid for what we tend
To me…

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 mankind want a promise of the good.

Photo: By Thejas Panarkandy from India - Murudeshwara Stat…