nosebleed club volume one
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My first part of the nosebleed club application for 2015.TRANSCRIPT
NOSEBLEEDCLUB
Architecture & Urban Design Digest
ii-
my
th
os
God isI have forgotten my name
My lips bleed as I spit out my words,
My bad intentions, my secrets
Apollo laughs at the irony
I grit my teeth
God is the Word
And the Word is given to Man, and he breaks it under
his fists
I build my religion, my mythology, my stories
From swollen fingertips and late nights
From under my father’s unappreciative gaze
From personality quizzes, looking, searching, for
answers everywhere
The foundation is sand, and my sense of self is
crumbling
Running, fumbling, for the light switch
I built churches and burn them down
Take up the bible and send it flying across the room
We are like God,
We are created in his image, and we are choking on
the light
When I was younger, I almost drowned in my school
pool
I told no one
That night I had dreams of waterfalls with calm
surfaces
Of terror underneath the waves
Do Hail Mary’s work against your self?
I am the Word,
A single syllable resonating in the skull
"
God is the Word
And the Word is a single syllable, resonating in the skull
I build a temple too myself out of the written word
Sentence structure
Adverb, adjetive, noun and Verb
Texts in the middle of the night
Message received, seen 5 hours ago
If I do not believe in myself, who will?
God is the Word
And the Word is heard, light flooding the universe
Silence is always tempting, peering between the branches
And I eat it, crush it between my teeth
I bite the apple, bite my cheek,
hit my fingers against laptop keys
Holding my tongue as it writhes between the pages and the
ink
Green skinned, poisoned fang, I swallow
Words rising from my throat
Like pomegranate seeds, like fingers, like my own flesh
God is the Word,
And the Word is life, duplicating rapidly, mutating genetics
My mouth is not my own
Metis?
My mouth is blood red and stinging
Persephone?
My mouth is cursed with serpents
Medusa?
My mouth is wide and gasping for air
Charybdis?
God is
III- HOMEho
w mu
ch o
f this
ange
r is m
ine?
(and h
ow much
is my fat
her's?)
DONT
ANS
WER
THA
T
IVLUNAR
IVLUNAR
"The sky was honeysuckles, amberdripping down the banister. A steadyrush of complicity upon the skyline.An open heart surgery dotting the
sky. I think about my hands. My handstouching yours. I think about what we
can share. This brief touch, thissinking sensation. I touch your hand
and think this is good. My breathbreaks skin, my lips cut deep as I kiss
your palm. Open wounds, openmouths, sleeping spells, and heady
dreams.This is what lives between us,the subway pulls away from the
station and I help you rip open oldwounds. A vacant hole, blotting out
the sky."
V STORM
<//i want to destroy>