aya
im hole
This isn’t really a book review or anything of the sort. This book accompanied aya’s album im hole and contains lyrics, poems and photographs. I just wanted to add it to the bookshelf so here we are with some of my favourite passages. It’s also a very beautiful book so I’d highly recommend you buy it.
WHAT IF I SHOULD FALL ASLEEP AND SLIPP UNDER
and now displaced and dyspraxic
! anaphylactic
but dilated profligate it’s
filling down so now i’m stitching and weaving
sewn up with so sos so it seems then
LET’S LAY NOW FOR A WHILE
this is the reason i stil fuckin breathe
After Dialog
my activity sure was mono’d
, huh
so here my mindset follows
, duh
so lo my trust in us ungrow
, wilts in fact
a world in a whirl and i find myself forming a band of the spectrum of visible light
forming
, fuck ,
a rainbow
i know if i spin faster than this flow
i’ll whirl after and all rainbows aglow
will become a grey smush
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Affronted by my own quest for this benign truth
I remembered i was falling
and chipped a front tooth
OobrosThesis
come down cross an orbital arch
a formative larch grows
exorbitant fine so i shape slow
deisgn not too high above the eye where the dermis glow shimmer
above the iris sea glimmer
still i taste the air
distressed i nest in oven jettison
among the onion skin
the darkest hours compressed
from this vantage stones left unturnd
burned by the yearn i roll a rock frontside
tides going out let’s see what’s left on the lino
BACKSLIDING
at one with my undone sestra and they them
our fingers slip the needle for the rehem
we keep an even level near clipping for a weekend
another day if god sends
some nights the light hits just right
some nights the light hits just right
hands out to taste
slip the grip and hope the times right
WHAT IF I SHOULD FALL ASLEEP AND SLIPP UNDER
and now displaced and dyspraxic
! anaphylactic
but dilated profligate it’s
filling down so now i’m stitching and weaving
sewn up with so sos so it seems then
LET’S LAY NOW FOR A WHILE
this is the reason i stil fuckin breathe
After Dialog
my activity sure was mono’d
, huh
so here my mindset follows
, duh
so lo my trust in us ungrow
, wilts in fact
a world in a whirl and i find myself forming a band of the spectrum of visible light
forming
, fuck ,
a rainbow
i know if i spin faster than this flow
i’ll whirl after and all rainbows aglow
will become a grey smush
Untitled 171101
Affronted by my own quest for this benign truth
I remembered i was falling
and chipped a front tooth
OobrosThesis
come down cross an orbital arch
a formative larch grows
exorbitant fine so i shape slow
deisgn not too high above the eye where the dermis glow shimmer
above the iris sea glimmer
still i taste the air
distressed i nest in oven jettison
among the onion skin
the darkest hours compressed
from this vantage stones left unturnd
burned by the yearn i roll a rock frontside
tides going out let’s see what’s left on the lino
BACKSLIDING
at one with my undone sestra and they them
our fingers slip the needle for the rehem
we keep an even level near clipping for a weekend
another day if god sends
some nights the light hits just right
some nights the light hits just right
hands out to taste
slip the grip and hope the times right