Ariel Riveros Pavez

Ariel Riveros Pavez

  • On Cocaine (written 28/12/2011)

    She’s the best looking woman at the barshe don’t lie but you can’t believe hersure, i can tell her she’s gorgeous – and every time  she walks past i can say, ‘you’re looking better  every time i see you’ and… Continue reading

  • On the Death of Arthur Beetson (written 5/12/2011)

    .. until the horse is on fire in far from quenching, will it run spittle mad pass the border to hopefully, sweet water. and i’m just flicking stones on the pore’s silver service for all who have never lived by… Continue reading

  • Road (05/12/2011)

    journeys on roads, journeys inroad – the wide open road is the outdoors here. tourists dig it. you stay indoors, and any creativity is gay coz your slut-strut suburban street said so. so you get smashed and a generation, an… Continue reading

  • Snowball

    I am the blue shirt stripe collar’s sweaters captaincy abdicationshipwreckedhopelessnesspredeterminesdisembarkationritualisticallyintercontinentalstraightforwardlyselfunderstandingincomprehensibilityuncharacteristicallyOK. Continue reading

  • To a single mother

    Her plaza of light trembles underfoot on afterquake so many words no so many silences yes she double resigns twists around her povertyher children’s needtowards her own exhaustion as she providesrest, shallow waterfor play a lion wellspringfor giftbut she owns… Continue reading

  • Bonhomie

    There is quiet already so the interruption of your bird or the harp jangle of racing shopping trolleys in lost car park precincts are just an alien burst of introduced carnival. Continue reading

  • What is a Poet?

    what is a poet: the hermit, the irresistible lover, the alchemist with a head of Uraniborg, the didact, the narcissist, the vulcan, the mage with the most considerate gift, the orphic, the nomad, the arch wit, the desolate, the lean… Continue reading

  • A Summer of Unruly Loneliness

    It was when the foodran out I foragedin grass lustand cut from an unsharpened arch bladeall those who poked at corpses.Being told, on a drive,that common genocidesto this day toll like bellsalmost atsome unbearable sonar of history and balanced accountsof tracks… Continue reading

  • What to Do in the Case of Dreams Eventuating

    “If the dream is a translation of waking life, waking life is also a translation of the dream.” – Rene Magritte Last night I dreamt a snail crossed a razor on waking there was a slug in my shaving cream… Continue reading

  • Ten Keys to Creativity

    1. Lock yourself out of home sometime.2. Get so stoned as to forget your bankcard PIN.3. Don’t eat bread. It’s starchy.4. Have a lot of different experiences, mindless if they’ll affect your learning capacity. 5. Be sour. There’s always a… Continue reading