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art courtesy ©Ann Van Kerckhove

Argo Spier has worked together with Belgian graphic artist AVK on a series of expressions. It attempted to combine word and picture, ear and eye in the dialectical relationship between hearing and seeing, voice and sight.

These happenings combined utterances and visual expression.

slipping under feet Macintoshes more
rain more steep rain poems
my many poems on floppy disks
on CD-ROMs

wait! wait! wait! open the door
who's behind that door door door

do you hear hear hear the echo echo?
people notice poems everyday when

I write
poems everyday deconstructing poems
writing people write about poems filamentary writings

signs of the Zodiac Sagittarius Virgo
Wassermann fire earth water breath and men
people many people Northerners
Southerners United East Indian Companies

come she enticed no I said no but
went to her with a flower
oh Lucia Australopithecus erectus
mother of anthropoid what do you want?
'people write about poems' she whispered

your poems coccyx people read poems
your poems
the composer makes use of contrapuntal

devices poems your drafts oops
she slipped on the mud tumbled backwards fell
over the slippery slope

slipping over the crevice
slipping deep into the dark pool
deep into the murky water
of the Blackwater river

three messengers were send
there was a king
he killed all three of ‘em without mercy
he had other plans

the Aphrodite Love Palace was his plan
and he started on his own
to open doors first he opened one door
then he opened all of the doors
also opera doors
letting numenosa free

he started on wallpaper nobody
was supposed to know that
's how I got involved: I knew
(it was me who zipped the poems
with passwords)
it was I who discovered the Welt im Kopf
the Bermuda triangle
deathtraps
feathers and more

and that’s how I got involved with Sadé
with Egon Montorgucil and
Tom

of Finland
and so on and the other Love Palace
Cypria nobody knew
about second place
nor Mrs. Nobody

oh translutioned transparencies
it was all

lies lies lies lies and Maja nuda
and her sister Maja vestita

and their bigger sister Nancy Muse
came and it was very secret and

to get back to poetry
the sky

at Blackwater's bridge there's white paint
in the muddy water of Blackwater river there's
some Blackwater stories floating on
and in the water drifting
upside down faces down

muddy stories

There were painters and poets there they talked and talked about Wallpaper and my poems and they drank Glue wine at the Municipal Paint Opera Lodge Café and nobody no body was interested in the paint I mix nobody no body knew about Nancy Carlson or The Palace of Joy where Suzy Wong and I the little girl from the Art school she has to cross the Black River at the downside crossing at Blackwater bridge why has nobody no body ever read any of my poems? why does nobody no body ever write any of my poems for me?

it was as clear as Hilvarenbeek's
skies when I'm there
and it was a time when families
were together still
and husbands were husbands still
and wives were poems and poems
were evenings for happiness
and for readers
and the workers came home at night
they got their pills erotica universalis

and

in the world vigilante Dante paper pages
filling poems

you can say that's OK by me
you can say you're the same as me
that's OK by me too only difference
I am more me than you are me

hey maestro man Municipal Paint
Opera Lodge Café say
you're only in my café because I allow you in it
allow you at my table view
allow you to sip my zeee glue wine
allow you to touch my wall
you see un di all' azzurro spazio oops

Myrrhina don't go from me
see maestro it is I who say who goes where
who goes what mud on what shoes
it is I who tell the story
I who say how many times
I sleep with the same Zodiac sign

Olivia Newton Johnstone

it is I who say what paper which wall
which design what wall oh don't go from me
Notty please stay Alices of Wonderlands

open the door
open the door of the iron gate Ulster
and Armagh
oh there are Flowers on the table
there are roses in the vase
there are little girls waiting
at the crossing
Eurydice Tu sé morta
Cu Chulainn who screwed
your name again?
Deidre and Noaise

do this for me Roucher

they're not drowned
because you can see their little hands
reaching into the deep fumbling
tickling teasing the huge ankles
of the mud walkers of the bridge

the feet it is standing on

feet in the water wet shoes
they're tickling up his skirt
smearing dirtying painting

higher and higher
up his drake's shins

cacophony the maestro's maîtres d'hotel
closed doors imprisonment kay se ra se ra
it's a dream
it's in a dream rain wet water love poems
poems blinds mazes backstages rooms
shoes numbers lies lies lies sky

mud slippery mud slices oops
down over the slippery backslaps slope
slipping disappearing rolling falling
down into deep dark pools yelling
poems drafts scrolling spaces
reading poems oops writing

poems oops

northerners westerners east enders youth opera
I want to go south I want to leave the tempest storm

Lucia why were you born in acrid land?
Myrrhina why do you want to flee
the bridal bed?

down into pools slipping into pools

grey white hairs
age rain
digging dungeons

sky mud steep rain wind
hurricanes

things poems things with/about
married women children abductions
theft
efficient killings

lies lies lies lies lies
poems

wait! wait! wait! open the door
she's behind that door door door

oops down

labyrinths creatures rivers water
Blackwater river's dark pools murky
muddy slurry waters laughing shouting
Opera Lodge

noises deathly voices
dangerous edges little girls
poems oops and oops

and oops

and oops
oops

they write about poems my many
poems

they read about poems my many
poems
they read naughty things in poems very naughty

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