19940320

Le Nouveau Rocheux-Route En L'état

20. Mar. 1994




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.

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misanthropological study

20 March 1994




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
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19940309

Grandpa' Buk‘s Last Stand

9 Mar 1994




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
Grandpa' Buk‘s Last Stand



© Alexander Blair Nuttall / OGFOM-K Arts 1998
© Alexander Blair Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1998 - 2017
20170624 -ABN