Saturday, 2 June 2012

my name is luka



i live on the second floor

just don't ask me - what it was
just don't ask me - how i am 

yes, we are exposed to twists and turns
tips and tricks
i am fascinated by this one 
only because i see it everywhere
surfacing on the physical plane
wishful sexual dysfunction

this is the guy from montreal - far left
who recently cut his lover 
up into pieces
and mailed his body parts - express post


i have a theory
 




 
every once in a while
the shadow wants to expose himself
only - because she ever so desperately needs to be seen
this is a stretch - BUT - going there

tornado torpedo - typhoon tsunami
pass the popcorn
and settle back

ok, i'm no rap-star
but perhaps this fumbling prose is a start

it's all in the news - it's headline horror
a chance to be real - out there


maybe it's because i'm crazy
i try not to act too proud

 
 


luka rocco magnotta



they only hit until you cry
after that - you don't ask why

you just don't argue - anymore 

i'm the tormented trickster - my eye on the throne
the displaced lover - throw me a bone
the morose magician - i'll make you see
my twisted sister - on a mission of mercy

playing out my game of russian roulette - in style
using all my available resources for a while
seamless state of the art technology
download me in HD - while i'm still free
having everything and yet tossing it all into the sea
because - i can - no choice now - you have to look - at me

right here - today
my show - done my way 
 

because fundamentally - it doesn't matter
mother fucker - father sucker
i am hearing - too much chatter

and so dear friends and faithful readers
welcome back to yet another erase and rewind
a dance in dementia - a trip down another musty corridor 
(ah so i how miss - the twilight zone)

my name is luka






it's an invented name, but it's what i go by - now
many interpretations - mixed yet always curious
the result in lubricated rotation - carefully cooked - changing
depending on where my moon-mood is - and who i'm with
to some ... i'm gay and to others
ac/dc - what difference does it make
when you're evenly baked

ok, i'm a boy, who is a girl sometimes - flawless form
questionable karma in a perfect storm

am i a boy?  or am i a girl??  perhaps, you will never know
it doesn't matter - just going to make it so

it's a claim to fame
just needing 15 minutes
to launch my name

ok, maybe you still don't get it


i'm red hot




 i am larger than life

i am aphrodite and i am devout
hero and heroine
soon, you'll find out

i'll be whomever you want me to be - make me soft
take me and make me
because i am the one - who gets off

oh yeah
 
i kill things 

animals and people
 give me a cam

just don't ask me - how i am




i am part of something bigger and better
than YOU will ever be
because i am omnipotence personified

click and claim me

i want you to fuck me
before i kill you
my world is a non-linear extraction
in post-nuclear posturing
radiation sperm illumination - powder blue hue
only i am me - and you 

are just you




who is this piece of shit
chinese - extermination eclipsing ecstasy

i'll cut you and paste you, wherever i please
because i have you - on your knees

i can spew your body parts wherever i choose
cause in the end, i win and you lose
it's just assumed

that it's important news
stay tuned



my name is luka

 




i live on the second floor
i live upstairs from you
yes i think you've seen me before
if you hear something late at night
some kind of trouble, some kind of fight

just don't ask me - what it was
just don't ask me - how i am 


(older posts - lower right)











Friday, 13 April 2012

blood of eden



they don't take credit … only gold


i'm not sure i get it yet
working on it

this connection we're supposed to have
with the opposite sex
tis maybe why i'm 56 and single



 

girlfriends yes earlier on
 then married, divorced - drifting i guess
i'm still trying to figure it out

maybe i'm bi-polar

i think, i messed up there somewhere
a momentary lapse of reason
lingering into the middle ages

protecting myself
that useless extended warranty i paid extra for
man overboard

the line growing tight - the premature struggle, then the release
shit - you had it on - hooked - feeling the loss - what happened
distracted for a second - you snooze, you lose
idiot


my grip is surely slipping - i think i've lost my hold

and so my friends






welcome back - it's another quest
for clarification

i find it helps - to just put it out there



b l o o d   o f   e d e n


it's a song i remember
one summer - years ago
made sense in the moment
ringing true

i was distracted - yet curious
the barrage of deceptions

adam and eve and the subsequent fairy tales
 in familiar folklore - the little mermaid
penthouse and playboy
victorias secret

the books, magazines, catalogues, movies and the TV shows
we watched growing up - jaws dropped and wide eyed
in black and white - later in technicolour

how it was supposed to be - all wrong
an earnest attempt at normality
submersed in conclusion





coming out later in real life, in a requiem
last call - maybe later
stumbling into slumber - the recurring images
under closed eyelids - rapid eye movement
sparkling lights
shaking - slow motion


is that a dagger or a crucifix i see
you hold so tightly in your hand
and all the while the distance grows between you and me
i do not understand 
 

i rarely see it work right - relationships
even those still together after years - decades
water under the bridge
cracked yet still standing - celebrated

in this golden anniversary - marking the induction
dads jokes and moms gravy

grace





ah, the institution of matrimony
family

in the gestures of good will
hanging on for dear life
in co-dependence, false security and creature comfort

and yet - maybe ... just maybe, in genuine appreciation
of our cozy counterpart

real love exists - in virtuous unconditional surrender
the purge of narcissism - and the embrace of humility
in remembrance of our mortality
wishing wisdom

timeless
kiss


at my request, you take me in
in that tenderness, i am floating away
no certainty, nothing to rely on
holding still for a moment
what a moment this is
oh for a moment of forgetting 
a moment of bliss







one learns new lessons
inside and outside of the box
no judgements

floating

in quiet reflection - looking out on our setting sun
the early stars in the approaching nightsky
the sparkling lights again - drifting

we are essentially alone - either way
holding - still

regret ... still

there's nothing worse
than missing the boat











i caught sight of my reflection
i caught it in the window
i saw the darkness in my heart
i saw the signs of my undoing
they had been there from the start
and the darkness still has work to do
the knotted chord's untying
they're heated and they're holy
oh they're sitting there on high
so secure
with everything they're buying



b l o o d   o f   e d e n






Friday, 27 January 2012

muZIK for the apocalypSE


and a hymn for the human spirit

hello friends and faithful readers of my blog, welcome back to my perfect storm - (play the clip/track below).  this is a departure from the distractions and the little annoyances we live with every day and a look back into that place we rarely go to anymore because as it seems, there's no time to.  as always,  i'd like to remain optimistic and yet proceeding with caution. survival happens one step at a time.  bad decisions haunt us.  it is in the choices we make that we all too often lose perspective on what's going on around us.  the regrets and the regression. the greed and the remorse.  the cycle of narcissism and that all too familiar aloneness.  we forget ...

it is in the reckless abandonment of our fragile human nature, the politics and the carelessness - the lies and the blame, do we relapse into default;  and yet there must always be a time of joyous reflection - recalling all the wonderful memories that we carry with us every day in this moment that we're alive. the family snapshots, the smiles ... the re-incarnations of times past  - the good and the bad - and a new appreciation of what we have here right now - to the art that inspires us and helps us to remember and embraces consciousness. and so yes - in my humble attempt to be relevant ... so ah ... tis is my muZE - my ...



muZIK for the apocalypSE

 






fade to black -

for those of us who are racing though life, there is always a need to stop EVERYTHING and think about all this on a whole different level. through the images of despair, destruction and doubt that we carry with us if we don't succeed, past the obstacles and chaos, the torture and the torment ... there is light and redemption - and in the end, there is nothing.  

we all fade to black.  so what does the end of life look like to you?  is it sitting on a bench by a placid lake and peering out into a hollow horizon that looks like the apocalypse, trapped behind the borderlines of your own making?  ... or is it about celebrating what you came to know and love?   it's all comes down to this final moment - the choices we make.  forevermore.  that next person you meet for the first time tomorrow ... is this an opportunity to embrace change - to create magic?   or is it just another feeble attempt to delay the inevitable -  because we're just too different - rising to the occasion appears to be in short supply any more.  that "higher power" that everyone talks about?  it's just a myth anyway.  

it's sad ... just too easy to turn away and procrastinate.  back into a peaceful slumber - lost in the cracks again.

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just a blip -

and so dear readers - the next time you hold back from telling someone close to you, that you love them - because the timing is wrong or you think it's not appropriate?  in the fear that you might show your real hand of cards which is a trick, or that they may just call your "bluff" - retreat - into the warm comfort of false security - into the facade.   just please - think about this ... you may not get the chance again - life is short and there's no time.   we are just a blip on the radar screen - a moment - an all too brief split second, that comes and goes in a flash of light and then slips back into the darkness - and in there somewhere - there's some really special music playing.

it's all in forgiveness and appreciation of all that is in life's remarkable gift.  in grace and in danger we breathe ... it's all over soon - brace yourself.  this is a crazy ride.  dance, love and live!

thank you for reading -


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and turn up the volume / sound)







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b  o  r  d  e  r  l  i  n  e  s




"our bodies shiver but we cannot touch
i never thought i'd need ... you
so much" 

 

composed, produced and performed by jim lamarche in 1986 at spiral studio 
58 phoebe street, toronto on a fostex A8 analog recorder.
fretless bass by dave smith - alto sax by john panchyshyn
(c) 1987 - temple music, toronto
photographs by jim lamarche - paintings by zdzislaw beksinski



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