Ariel Riveros Pavez
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A Venomous Poem
Strung and hogtied along in preludes overtures belled for your love and you lap it as fountain for abandon yes you have anotherapple in the pantrytop left and no mistakefor teacher and though the musicrang to youand the signature read”this… Continue reading
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Finch
Where do you fly, small finch?And where do you nest?And whenyou are with your brethrenwhy do you flock in sevens?Finch, when you fly, where do you go to? And when your flock of sevens fly curlicue what shape did you… Continue reading
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On sitting down in a quiet place
I waited for the rotundity of quiet pounding round as fruit to mould wisp of intricate thread to a jumper to house my lost head and flailing arms the wearwithall ofclothes and a positionalmost right for one familiar smile the… Continue reading
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Time
It enters by earsand by sharpnesscoldlythrough my poresboth assassin andmedicwatcher to see sans bounds andquoted belle damesans merci it grasps my eyesin fixitythe rest of me sways as ifof the quoted drams ofhemlock lethewards me draw and absence of full… Continue reading
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Soldiers
I have heard the way they speak,the internal churns of their logichow they negotiate distanceand their questions at the gatehow bird call is boon or threattheir binary cutshow they call directionhow they locatethe warnings and the friendships their voices that… Continue reading
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Theory Deleuziana – The Mapuche is not the territory
Or that would mean a strange Deleuzian concatenation of becoming-territory…a little more applied than his poetics of Body of The Earth. Territory is strategic and the plane of capture and warfare. The Earth is fuzzy like a big teddy bear.… Continue reading
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Second Poem Upon Waking
Multitudes in cities in volumes and terraced upon cliff faces petrified structure scaffolding of wood and glowing red fiery coal or motile ruby black surfaced cities walls extending out half in embrace and the remainder, defence and the peerage of… Continue reading
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Poem Upon Waking
In my eyes I fulfilled the happiness of islands, their green and their avian fauna of shore’s breadth my forearms waved through great music on the foams the startled deer took quiet pause under warm and open floes of landed… Continue reading
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Verse of a lover in bed waiting
This half part so hot as it is in bed even your absence is sweet your body leaving behind it’s smell of season and my eyes rest on your shape my thoughts rest on your hair, my breath in your… Continue reading
Ariel Riveros Pavez 