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Homosemanticism

by Noah Barbosa

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1.
L'Absinthe 05:02
i can’t go anywhere with you let’s take our boots off in your room i used to think that we were wrong it’s broadened deep it’s painted on i haven’t made the rounds for days yours is a ginger dancing flame you live in crowds and crowd in lives i planned the room around it slow sippers in cinnamon green most quilit i know how it seems to be poinsettias and bottles of rain trust autumn and let us dance down the drain slow sippers in cinnamon green black flowers i know how it seems to read june dawners and time out of mind don’t follow i’m hemming it on the line.
2.
faith and tenderness let me put it in place spell it out for me set it all in my frame pure analogy it’s an obvious play you are beautiful but it’s getting so late why don’t you take me for a drive we can do something we really want to i know i never make up my mind just let me tell what you’re holding onto it’s all you truth and drunkenness send me off on more sea fate and industry it’s the nature of tea you are magical making everything speak hands and destiny it’s the logic of dreams why don’t you pour me another wine our god’s-mind time in the yard is over i know it’s just never come to mind mechanics breezed on the new night’s slow turn we both learn.
3.
spotlight more blue more names diamonds fur coat champagne one year same drift same day you don’t have to explain high life new now no rain i know it’s not the same playwrights on subway trains diamonds fur coat champagne i went out after it rained passed them round since saturnday distanced in pale return read my mind in grammared verse or play your effect without your being days like substance what i mean as route turns into fate private ritual put the place in me close the door face turned starboard what it’s for now that’s all yours you know that i don’t follow anymore heard it all before i paid with exact change dead pens by your bedside it’ll get there someway two miles on your topsheet we could unwine sometime in a lastrain nonsleep too much of a bad thing we could rerun halfeyes with a halfreal acting i’m draped on the last train by the time wind starts up and the branches animate.
4.
every time i see you it gets dark out walking in the middle of the roads this is our town darling it’s the middle of the arc now and people know what stories to tell it isn’t hard put the cards down every time i see you brokenhearted cherry stained thumbs and the night has only started digging to the bottom of the carton imagining what you’d say i keep it guarded i don’t know if we’re in a garden pollen on the tops of the soles of her docs she only calls it what it is when it’s you on the rocks crying with her friends in the front of the shops i only like to say goodbye when i’m checking the box every time i see you in the evening hoping it’s a silence that not everybody leaves in you know i call it as i see it days run away but lately i feel it’s all gained a reason i know it’s all subtlety and practice hiding from the party because nothing ever happens polaroids on your mattress what are the odds that you just let me have this when you’re drunk you’re terrific when you’re drunk i like you mostly late at night
5.
Weeding 05:03
been reading lips this my last wish know what i know take what i give glistening with two weeks to go footprints in snow always on line pick up the phone these are the ways i make my time sweet premium wine hit every green with nikes untied sometimes it’s all part of the scene so focus on me the look on your face when the circle’s complete and i think that this must be the place you always were making me wait you want it it’s already done hair of the dog that bit me she don’t gotta ask am i still with me feet in the air it fits me you don’t gotta ask me i’m not picky hair of the dog that bit me you don’t gotta act so fifty-fifty said a hundred times don't miss me fitted like a bad dream say it like a mystery i no longer love the color of your sweaters i call it as i see it and i'm waiting out the weather you wanna talk you wanna whisper it together but never will i ever feel like re-reading your letters and i no longer love the circles of your sentence you never said it clearly when you had me in your presence and i don’t wanna make you wait another second moon half full you can leave it at the entrance summers on glass don’t make me laugh you took my line i got it back.
6.
we could go to drive-in films in my red convertible i'd write some science fiction about you.
7.
sorry i got so flustered taste the machine don’t wonder ran it back all summer tracing two routes to the morning thunder scanning out three-leaf closers this line’s already over and over ran it back now slower answer my armed divination writing my time sorry i had no manners don’t let me kick that ladder it’s the same old answer picking up verse from the morning after the infinite conversation these days placed on the blacktop cradling in a word unchaining splitting each sea into key i remember my line the width of my past the height of my eye i leveled my faith remembered my line remembered my line off right off right we’re gonna take this party outside off right off right we’re gonna take this party outside.
8.
he said it better than i could trace and returns with an i never thought you would north town it’s all good just don’t tell me what you’re coming back for anything you ask for i made peace with the non-abstract and now i’ve drawn a map and it leaves me on the platform no meaning no exact form it’s called fashion i’ve been waiting for a guide to come and take me by the hand on smoke breaks and airports leaving the print until we understand in time we’ll trace more lines all sipping through like sand rearrange my analogies we'll fit it all in one and you'll say it’s not that grand geometries of logic logics of sensation come to my house, see me move slow, paint the lines of a private conversation.
9.
smoke in my eye line of my flight unfolds wrap it around my road i put it on days in my life rhythms of visual parted the sea that’s all and put it on.

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recorded summer 2021-summer 2022

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released July 15, 2022

"at the fringes of a knowledge that separates beings, signs, and similitudes, and as though to limit its power, the madman fulfils the function of homosemanticism: he groups all signs together and leads them with a resemblance that never ceases to proliferate. the poet fulfils the opposite function: his is the allegorical role; beneath the language of signs and beneath the interplay of their precisely delineated distinctions, he strains his ears to catch that 'other language', the language, without words or discourse, of resemblance." -michel foucault, the order of things

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