Ariel Riveros Pavez

Ariel Riveros Pavez

  • Poem 1 for The Gamut

    Sydney-based artist, Gilbert Grace, has commissioned three poems of me for his social change art project “The Gamut” (link to The Gamut’s blog) to be showcased at INDEX. art space, Sydney. Poem 1 for “The Gamut” (Medium) The geometry of eking… Continue reading

  • Moon Buggery

    A description of the moon, much like the ghostly galleon metahackneyphor, but the autopirate version…let’s say it’s about 4am: “The traffic platter and tecton of flotillae splatter and spray to early curves from dayskirt tatter” Continue reading

  • Tanera

    Livian hentarin, canetras curively, howing lin miu pointule sobee lezanba cruish ku, tribly basgondig trir sktistup prasleirli, blaffly, threelie livian hentaring, canetras curively, curverly, eshin discriavely sclammed findenbo sytgra bligerevas e ekvedae dhowb resgalee princongee aarplumi ahhh! eren bas rebas… Continue reading

  • Time is Money

    The homeless are therefore dead or walking-eternals in the timeless necessary infernals as are animals and the tree felled uneconomically Financial freedom laughs at time contemptible time to burn time to kill in warfare Them that have the most, win… Continue reading

  • Asthmatic

    Lying static fuzzy station airy radio noise near ears you can hear late night bird spark ruined by caresses of the truth that your eyes want to love me and melt in pity at acceptance of circumstance dance with a… Continue reading

  • The Right to Live in Peace

    I am teaching a HSC student about Ho Chi Minh. On reviewing the atrocities on both sides, I can only have contempt for the left/right spectrum of autocratic politics, when one can imagine other directionalities and transversal connections and movement… Continue reading

  • Indestructible – Ray Barretto

    INDESTRUCTIBLE (Ray Barretto) When you get wounded in life, because you’ve lost beloved blood At that moment grab destiny in your hands and go straight ahead brother with the help of new blood When you feel pain in your soul,… Continue reading

  • Underneath the street, the beach

    Over your beach The black night fell a moonless night the stars had fled on arrival of mist the sea rocks the boats like a cot and trains of spume travel to the horizon The old night got dressed,  my… Continue reading

  • Snobby boho hobo

    Thank you birdman from http://www.lyricstranslate.com I’m a snob… I’m a snob It’s about the only fault I can stomach It requires months of toil It’s the life of a galley-slave But when I go out with the Hildegardes It’s always… Continue reading

  • Getting close to the fatal

    Killing… a now cliche term in the jazz community for sparkling performance. Swing axe or songbird, clear waters, muscle and immaculate communication. Worlds are borne, to get closer to death and to get stronger. The borders between love and death… Continue reading