AMP: Artists' Meeting Place and Resource Collective

hey now...tried a lot of times to upload videos into your group. they usually bounced...tried the msn approach as well with similar result...

so now i will try and paste a poem into this comment...

i've a new cd....myspace.com/nunovacompound...at your leisure check it out...3 very nice poetry pieces there in the mix collection

a poem from ghasem batamuntu

-neon noise-
(for jimi hendrix)
a rainy day
in electric lady land
without the proper insulation
can land you
at the hairdressers...
without an appointment...
baptised
under the annointment
of concave glaciers
tilting the
tusked axis
of orion
toward
the diamond
debree
of meteor implosion
mescalating
cellular erotion
into a vacum
of mineral
crustation
of crimson
and sapphires
crushed in two
prisims
quantum charisma
suggesting
the notion
that time is not
a fixed matter
equated within
immensity
from
which
obsidian
stealthed
neon noise
triagulates
as inverted
compression
forming a canopy
of menthol
and magnesium
drapping
the fish
lenzed entrance
to the
jimisian stellulum
extending
an arc
of braided bones
of light
cascading
across wind
scrolled canyons
and nova knarrled
nebulea
gathering ntu
a single point
of perception focused
on the blossoming
in the sound
radiating
the pristine
fragrance of taste
making almond
eyes water
into a mirage
of malakite
giraffes
resting
in the palms
of my helium
stained hands
like
a condensed desert
of consolidated crystal
ien particals
porous and past taled
beneath whose opal suface
flows streams
of consciousness
and time
evolved to liquids
levitating
the molten blood
of the earth
into the aura
of stars
lumimous magma
marching thru mountains
and astroid belts
pole stars
and the mystic
moons
of imagination
gathering
over the glacier
pools
towards whose
bold axis
we quest
seeking
jimi
in the corner
sweating acid
rain...
lookin' like
a conk head
blow fish
wrapped
in crystal
cellophane...
sippin' a
frothing cock
tail topped
with liquid meth
ayne
ignited finger
tips sparking
and fizzling
on the wayne...
a
fretless overtone
feeds back
and forth
across
the guitars
ghostly
teek
stained
grain grasping
the sonics
of braile
raspings
like ivory
dominos twisted
beneath a hogan's
geodesic incantation
slaming
big
6
across
the maple
wood finger
bored
turned out
side in
becomming
9
trimetric triolgies
trancegressed
to turquoise
and amathyist
pentangels
slow grind
tantric tango
bowing
into
the aerodynamics
of serenity
divinating
the auqua
toned
stratocastor
etchings
lazered
and
luminous
in the
lavender shade
where
neon noise
unravels
mud
casting
nude shadows
of the solitary
blue
flamed canary
smokin' sage
morrow
and millet husk
mortored ntu
fragrance folded
into flat fifths
and phantomous figures
flying fish scales
from neptune's shifting
continental plate
winging across
town traffic
jam of tsunamies
turnicated
to saline
and blacksand
arm wrestling
the blue distance
into
stratocastoric
si
ezure sea nce
broken...distortion
bent...like a
siamese ocean
in a port
bottle twisted
green...algea
and moss
octopus strings
wrapped around
the acoustics of
bleeding fingers
accentuates
the paiselied pain
of dying all alone
a bag of bones
on the platnium
throne
after all
that
you imagine
you've gained...
a charcoaled figure
strums the
firmented
fossils
of neon
and jade
noise
poised
in the
pocked darkness
of the jimisian stellum
just a tritone
darker than luminisity
the silence of serenity
creates
tropical weather fronts
briskly dancing
beneath the porous
skirts
of tunisian flower maidens
washing the dew drops
from your laughter
and the ash
of seeing the future
from your eyes...
now jimi
zen
the sun
set re
mixin'
purple haze...
elevating evolution
in the 3rd row
seeking
a higher phaze...
the voodoo
child over
in the rainbow
corner
somehow escapes
the maze...
simply groovin'
on one
of those
rainy days...
just sangin'
wild thang…
you make my
blang blang...
you make
everthang ....
just like a movie...
wild thang...

wild thang...
you make
my pollen grain...
you make
the earth sway...
you are instinctual...
wild thang...

wild thang...
you make
the clouds
hang...
like a chineese
puppet dangling
from the treshole
of my plutocean strangs...
wild thang...

wild thang
you make
the music swang...
just like a bird's wang,
you're simply elemental...
beautiful...
wild thang...

wild thang...
you make
my head bang...
you are the starlight
oracle
the morning after
brangs...
wild thang...

your lips
aqua
ashed
albaster
portrait in velvet
and bronze
an opal portal
to pleasure
and paridise
7 times over
a rainbow suspended
beneath an obsidian halo
bent into crystal
lava embracing a nova
oz butterfly existance...

wild thang
you always make
the crowd sang...
you make everythang,
just like a movie...
wild thang...

a circus clown
is a rodeo reject
in search
of a ventriloquest
act
in need
of a voice
to throw
over the edge
of those
polk-a-dot
high hill
shoes...

see you at the cross roads...
ghasem batamuntu