Mark Niehus - Between 1 and Another

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Subject: RE: taint
From: Mark Niehus
To: Lachlan Pierce
Date: 10 Feb 2012 11:28:22 PM

the two shadows
on the ceiling
attack one another
with love
and undeniable interest
that will see them through
to the end.

there is moisture building
around the window seal
mixing with the dust
mixing glass
and mud,
a strange combination
to be fingered
by a drunken man
on a late and blue afternoon.

and peculiar figures
move out there,
peculiar in shape
and in purpose

and me moving
further away from home
in this small room
as the ice barely has time
to cool
these long shots.

i battle with
romancing my condition
and catch myself
in a small moment of destroying.

so i revert
to my perversions
to get me safely through.
one tumbling sensation after the other.
I'm almost ready
to write something
to get me back.

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RE: taint
From: Lachlan Pierce
To: Mark Niehus
18 December 2011 3:54:14 PM

I walk around the house with a slice of lemon in my hand looking for my friends.
The front door swings at the wind
grinding hinges.
It accentuates the empitness.
I suck on the slice. The citric acid burns into my fingers cut._

You stood in the middle of the driveway in a shiney finely taylored suit
Arms crossed
answering questions from a small group at your feet
'The mutant insect exhibition has been flown on. In a belly plane'.
I was passing by on my bike
'You know the ones with all the seats removed', i added
and peddled off.=

My relationship is going through a tough patch.
There used to be a lot more words
a lot more sitting down
now there's no time
or perhaps no inclination
but having writen only this
certain feeling are returning.

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Re: tint in the dazzle smashed haze
From: Mark Niehus
To: Lachlan Pierce
15 August 2011 10:53:57 PM ACST

by hook
by lip
to see
the air we couldn't breath

by song
by ear
to the heart
we couldn't believe

by numbers
they fall
by titles schooled
the men sit in office chairs
and hold it all in

by struggle
by sweat
through to the end

by time
in ways
everything holds
the hand

back

until
a snap

and then someone
wants more

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RE: 0.change for a nothing
From: Lachlan Pierce
To: Mark Niehus
Date: 22 July 2011 2:00:25 AM

This goes in my face
i walked long and hard and bored until i came across a mild mannered man who looked at me and i thought he wanted to ask me something
i think i wanted him to ask me something
he looked a bit like me
so i broke away from him at the lights
and entered the pub early for friends
fingered the newspaper and some guy approaches asking me where the scales are for the coin
I Dont Work Here Mate
he grabs my shoulder and laughs off with a sorry but i wanted him to stay
dont know why
drinks sun lunch talk clock clock and then my skin begins to itch
lusty movement just out there
a city of fluxed up peeps
Im Going - wave
they try to resist - foot
make my exit - empty
and meld into the foot traffic
well gone

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Subject: Re: 0
From: Mark Niehus
To: Lachlan Pierce
Date: 29 June 2011 2:18:22 AM

every-thing's right
as i cut the town down from the meantimes
drinking to da dead
and firing shots
careful not to drop
the
key
around
my hooded neck

flirting with the suspicious spirit
and as every kind of silence
is checked off
1
by

my
1

by
me
a kind of care comes across me
and i begin to shuffle
the long lines across
my desk

shall we take a spin
you and I
around the words
that we grin at
as they roll out on the floor that we share?

shall we tap each other on the head
you and I
and say what do you think of this?

i should look
i need not crave
i belt the hand
against the thigh
and rumble the leagues against the sky

and hearing the old man
suspicious of my art
cold and frayed
lying
flat
like mud

knowing i will
be sure
in the old cold
sight of shame
cut the givers of ribbons
for their silence in such moments
blame

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Subject: Re: 0
From: Lachlan Pierce
To: Mark Niehus
Date: 19/06/2011, at 9:34 PM, Lock P wrote:

I'll put everything on pause for the right moment
I will
but in the meantime taras da is nearly dead
the drink you know
alexandra is in town dont worry i checked her for knives
her mum is cutting ribbons at the entrance to new galleries
as another box gets checked off another one i know is sweeping up and about to ship
i try to carry on the only way i know how
M3 tells me off for flirting
i apologise again
compromising my spirit
there are different kinds of silence
sure
but this one is so suspicious it makes my heart quicken
cold
what do you hear man
old?
yknow, yabbies are the first to flourish when rain ends a drought
mud
only when the blades on my copter are rusted over do i remember the bicycle
flat
so i slip on the ol runners, both hand pull tight laces
frayed

snap.

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Subject: Re: 0
From: Mark Niehus
To: Lachlan Pierce
Date: Sun, 12 Jun 2011 20:19:30 +0930

i am no longer young
though i crave many of the same delusions
i still take a look from the high window
hoping to see some nakedness
hoping to witness an act of the bare essential

poetry is everywhere
i said once
i just want to be free
you said
i'll eat my words
i replied
hands across table
you returned

like a tree felled
crack
like a bird quells
grief
like i shoot
words
a man does shivers
blue

i am no longer young
though i still crave the many of that same delusions
i cling onto all sorts of miss guided needs
like wild rosemary does fallen leaves

like the ground hunts
the sky for a command
humming bird
drop
canned evening
strike
like i mode
life
a man does shivers
blue

poetry is everywhere
just wanting to be free
to eat words
like a hands across the table

like the unexpected
hinders some
and the over grown chance
waits
settled upon
ridges of alabaster grim
the man hunts the evening dry
for a fix
a tit
or a friend

this grievous
neon
to the breath of night
vision
kinddles
a break
a jam
a bump

stepping out
and amongst
the rest
the man hurdles a broken
frown
across avenues
of people
and wells on to them
throwing
and danced
a glance
for a just a little driven truth

guided?
maybe
by?
who knows
love?
could be

remembering the town where he grew
and drew
and played many a rumbled day
across paddocks and a such
he did remember
and glanced at that very moment
a photograph of the past
a hang
a hung
a nailed
just so on a wall
tall and a brazened with light of a towering day.

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Subject: Re: 0
From: Lachlan Pierce
To: Mark Niehus
Date: 13/04/2011, at 11:20 PM

it deserves more than simple contemplation we think
but the fact is we knew it when young
that we were you know different
i knew it
thanks in part to those bastards between classes
i consider exile
i consider pop thought
i consider radical two finger protest bearded infamy
i know about resistance and sometimes do
but i should have made my mark already jasper
it concerns me
and it concerns you
Everyone is talking
i cant fit in
and between lessons beat myself up
i went to tha park and cried on the ducks backs
but then i received a message from above
someone wanted to hear from me
so i went home
turned on all the machines
and got back to work.

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Subject: Re: 0
From: Mark Niehus
To: Lachlan Pierce
Date: Wed, 6 Apr 2011 00:15:27 +0930

your alarm bells ignore you
I beat on the belly that adores me
just because i farm tears
it doesn't mean I don't understand pain
i witness all sorts of behavior
it doesn't mean I behave
i hear the little sound of a bird in a large face that seems to not know of the bird though it has on it tremendous ears
>
insert man of letters:

Dear Sir Friend,
I am at present under much strain, I fear that I may be great.
What shall I do with such truth as this? I believe in your ability to see my future so I call on all of your past to tell what to do?
a) go cunt up?
b) run until I'm hungry for a different question?
c) split logs in finland?
d) roast a duck in my underpants while smoking an A-grade cigar and spotting my wife in the future corner of hysteria?
e) keep writing, drinking, drawing and drawing on everything that doesn't know it's moving?

I look forward to your response.

Yours

Jasper Lamark

P.s
got it man
hand it to me
don't back it up on me
go to self minority
thankfully
most
amorality

wrong spike riot
take more favorable directions
remember the time they shot presidents
i knot it
tight like
neck
or
a cunt father
of a sign post
that got it self shot

skull housed
bones thrown
hands sorted
feet turned away in perfect disgust

i am not a average man
me and my shelf hang with books and things
like the sword of damocles
but thats all in the past
with hunger
and regret
and chance
im more about showing of f than i am about art

<out
or
>in

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Subject: Re: 0
From: Lachlan Pierce
To: Mark Niehus
Date:
02/04/2011, at 3:53 AM

yeah haey gottit man
i always get home with a pen in my hand and here it is it is it is it. Me and my loved one.
so lost and yet one comes to the back
there is only one back
here it is
take this pen
i go to myself right here
no feet questions about it.
thankfully be
i cant dance
but i can think up a wicked storm
wrong end you idiots
when there is a riot i will dance on my bed while all those dancers shit their pants.
little box, you ask why i like contrast
?
because little box it is the only see i can tell
it is the sharpest spike in the back
it is the heartest attack
it is the wisest women
it is the skull on the rock
it is the clear distance
the perfect kick
box my crazy statements and shake them into normal
find my best people and i'll give you everything i have.
goodnight balloon man for you are empty
goodnight cartoon man you inspired us
goodnight to you vincent you made it all ok to be
farewell goodwoman you made us agree nod and nod and nod
make hammer now on my sorrow dear sweet for the next
apple
that
is
so
close
to
just
letting
go.

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Subject: Re: 0
From: Mark Niehus
To: Lachlan Pierce
Date: Wed, 30 Mar 2011 00:38:18 +1030

good sense it
it's dogs gone
it has been
and it has had
>
shuffle the words
don't ever make them too familiar
<
no more grin gin
tears feel me cooling down
as a step in front of the line
<
around here there are all sort s of gammy bums screaming about the end of there song and all i can do is smile secretly in the corner of their eye and then they blink for i am gone like the dog thats too familiar to a friend so they run leaving him to chew the steak
>
rubber lumber
come on thunder
.
.
.
its all good and fun but i should really be more serious.
.
yes box
no box
go to question 37
hi question 37?
yes box
can you house the?
no box
go to section E
section E can you house the?
yes box with conditions, are you poor?
yes box
are you lying to the?
no box
are you hiding z moneys?
no box, please just house the!
yes box, goto promise box
.
promise
.
sign box
.
sign
.
date box
.
date
.
send

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Subject: Re: 0
From: Lachlan Pierce
To: Mark Niehus
Date: 29/03/2011, at 5:28 PM

good to see youre in rhythm
i said it i mean it i say it
paperwork is bleeding my eyes dry
so i just draw out the time-minute pictures
ignoring the pain and doing a fine job

no more gin and tears for me
when women and the world get me down
i tend to my ant farm
happy how simple their life

in contrast i love a good funeral
the last one made me feel so alive
i would love to witness my own
peering down at the ants
sitting so still thinking so much action

i am capable of appreciation
just dont say much
how do you get into such a beat?
its good i like it thanks for sharing keep on going

not blinking tears
just happy
its good i like it thanks for sharing
keep on.

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Subject: Re: 0
From: Mark Niehus
To: Lachlan Pierce
Date: Mon, 28 Feb 2011 03:04:16 +1030

i walk
i think
i decide
.
she cant
she plans
she looks
fine
.
when i wonder
about the dark chip in us all
that could receive
that has the capacity
for
profanity
.
eye
blink
.
i begin to fly
i corrode
i brittle the shards
i destroy knows
i begin again
and say
.
eye
close
.
how are we today?
how is the glass tonight?
how are your demands?
and then
.
eye
open
.
spoken word
written demands
crossed friends
sad
golden
birds
sung out minstrel man
and the fan
unable to accept the end of his gift
.
eye
see
.
you know how i am with it
it knows how i am\..
i am with it
it has me
sometimes
i belong some where
i left it there
.
eye
left
.
righteous
fathomed life
i eclipse you in dreams
i make you what i wish
to see
righteous
life
i commend you
on my imagination
i commend you
on your ability
to frustrate me
into bold actions
of rebellious
art
.
eyes
write
.
no?

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Subject: Re: 0
From: Lachlan Pierce
To: Mark Niehus
Date: 16/02/2011, at 6:18 PM

dont buy it
you cant buy it
dont sell it
you cant sell it
dont divide it
you cant divide it
dont read it

you wouldnt believe it

i walked through the garden with a woman in one hand
and a bag of doughnuts and a coffee in the other
dont decide
you cant decide
i took them both home with relief in my laughter

she began to make long distance plans
i told her my fear of flying
so we sat on the bed and looked at our laps

shes eased up on the plans
and ive cracked a couple of quiet coldies
and spoken to my person
who said i should talk more blah blah

i went to my folks
they asked me to move some stone
and told me how to build a wall

dont laugh
its not a joke

i wrote it all down as instructed
i didnt know i was supposed to go back and read it
you know how i am with it

dont read it.

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Subject: Re: the suggestion that a man can in fact can in fact in a fact can is in fact true
From: Mark Niehus
To: Lachlan Pierce
Date: Fri, 17 Dec 2010 01:57:59 +1030

love
and the frugal attempts at desire

time

dig

brilliant fun
love again and the like minded
the genius of trouble
the guts of the ones you hold dear
savage foolery
and the unforgettable lonesome sun

space
we need it
here

and then
more
even when you think you have had enough

start
gently
reverb against your own needs

shot needed
and this private version of a short hand judges the words

rhythm
yes
rhythm
i talk about
it
i understand it
believe me friend
when i say
this
and others
and more
before now
and the gone

but
i have integrity
} son {
believe
or go
.
stop

remember the
dream
a feather it was
that i had there in my hand mind
not crumpled but
just ben
enough to deliver the sign

guns
and cunts
and army's
and jets
and drinks
and plain victory
is enough for the average fool

but im here
and im telling
and you are
but not
that
but more
and the sun
again refuses to go
down
on me
the emperor of this song
the pen
in the mind
in the fucking fish

sin it
sun it
lap it
go it
dont be it
just have it

long it
but don't obsess it
rob it from time to time
and from time rob that too
call it
have it come to you
its a fair exchange after all

dont buy it
you cant buy it
dont sell it
you cant sell it
dont divide it
you cant divide it
dont read it
it will knows you
dont try to understand it
it is already understood
and if you're more than lucky
then my friend
you
just
are
.

grin

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Subject: Re: the suggestion that a man can in fact can in fact in a fact can is in fact true
From: Lachlan Pierce
To: Mark Niehus
Date: 11/12/2010, at 8:00 PM

hey man - good at the grace last night - good words and raps and reflections - your words have got more brains behind them i think - and brains have got all sorts of things in them - funny bits and creative bits and emotional and memory bits - its good to go over things to keep things going - i like my conversation to be a bycicle - flowing fast breezy highly steerable multispeed tight tyres oiled chain and a bit of attitude - i used to have a bmx as a kid - i could do tremendous wheelies man it was sweet - it was like an extension of my feet - but it got stolen - by tradesman i reckoned - but get this - last year on valentines day they had drained the torrens and charmain and i were walking along it inspecting its muddy banks which was lined with all manner of interesting debris and guess what man - there was my old bmx - my old raliegh just as i remembered it - I just stood there and looked at it and shook my head. I couldn't believe it mate.

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Subject: Re: the suggestion that a man can in fact can in fact in a fact can is
in fact true
From: Mark Niehus
To: Lachlan Pierce
Date: Mon, 15 Nov 2010 13:19:57 +1030

summertime blues
dirty
heavy in the eyes
saintly
remembering the yesterday
badly
not sure of the consequences
timely
singing on though out of tune
trying
got the mouth open with some sounds
coming
did you hear that?
word
did you get it?
meaning
do you understand?
learning
im constantly delivering something.
contact.

That's it.

I type in the combination with an accusing finger and the door opens to an empty safe
that's it
one more time
I pressure the generals inside to put in their most important effort ever
they fuck it up once more
and that's it
Put away the drink the next day can hardly even see
shady bottles
that's it
Found something or someone or an idea and it reverberates with lusty hope
and that's it man
man that is it
louche me up my brothers give me the perfect hit
give me the shit
I have a card up my sleeve I feel different with me safe little secret
hit me thats it
I will take back, reclaim, draw borders, chew ears, order confusion
I am the salt on the fish on the pan on the coals on the fucking earth
until until
the next
i suppose that's it.

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Subject: Re: the suggestion that a man can in fact can in fact in a fact can is
in fact true
From: Mark Niehus
To: Lachlan Pierce
Date: Thu, 30 Sep 2010 13:14:56 +0930

the dirt sing
the mouth heat
the sigh fried
the man sat and that was it for him
the gun ground
the step hit
the mind out
the man rolled over in bed and that was it for him
the flower give
the sun burn
the chop two
the man stopped at his car, turned to a friend and that was it for him
the knife eat
the fire gone
the health breath
the man shouted, spat and that was it for him
the shoelaces death
the bars spoke
the angel left
the man smiled and that was it for him
.
p
.
s
.
the below of yours is above other from your fingers.
/

yours was the final word that rang out like a shot in the hills
you speak of wine
my hunger is killing me
from the inside, slowly and with eyes on my fingers which curl up nervously
my fear has ideas
about erecting statues around
of its own self
to remind the citizens of who is in control
I find it funny
laughing over all easy
until i realise its not funny
its laughable but its not funny
i love wine, cameras, diagrams, long nails and interesting concepts
but that fucking spotlight its not welcome in the shadows
I'll take the globe out with my own tongue
if i get upset enough
s
pace
5
pace
s
one2345
shhh
One final line might write me up:
just quietly
the line as you say is not straight
not not not
there is a bend to it
and on the bend you cant see on up ahead
you only get a bit of a feel.

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Subject: Re: the suggestion that a man can in fact can in fact in a fact can is
in fact true
From: Mark Niehus
To: Lachlan Pierce
Date: Thu, 2 Sep 2010 00:50:26 +0930

theres something in the corner of my head
it wants wine
and
for me to have my kingdom
for me to rule for a while
for us to make it

there is a corner in my mind
it wants revolution
it feeds on blue birds
and
breasts

my hand
in this light looks like one that
is already grasping for something in the womb
trying to get a hold of life

there is something in my head
that knows
the right speed
in the right
machine
will allow
genius
to give us all something that will last on beyond such a machine

there is a bend in there
in that head
that has a gift for words
and putting them in order
lining them up
against the wall
where they show they're made of

letters

laugh

they

fall from the page

*45
gun help
)dig
the man is the missions hand and nothing more

a contradiction is 'free style'
free has no style
free is
is
is free

gap
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
breath friend
listen
your body is full of tiny little guns
holding up your insides
before the get away
to
the corner
in
your
head
where you listen carefully to the random, suggestions of bravery
think
realise
act
remember