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MINES HOORAY FOR HOLLYWOOD Listening Frankie Goes to Hollywood I’m peer over this Place. Men and women want to build a stellar life As soon as possible Imitating the old stars with compacted dreams Saying to us the “strange POETRY’ sentence: “There is no exquisite beauty… Without some strangeness in the proportion”. There are countless reasons To fall in Love with Hollywood. Evidence logically assumes the form of a found object Or a found image. Stars speak through stamen Hear through the petals of a Daisy Wash up after work, eat dinner Have a beer, go to bed Working for enclosing their lives in the spectacle. The light is very clean and soft An early spring day, Wo/Men are radiant from within We are alert enough to see the radiance: Le cadavre exquis boira le vin nouveau The exquisite corpse will drink The new wine with Marilyn Monroe and John Wayne. But the ritual of the fame is out of tune Has vanished the Wo/Men are . She who’s rite meant wrapping a place A “holding spot” around wet, newborn whore And he is employed in some manner As ************ If their sources are sufficiently remote. Films and signs: Motherfuckers and whores With the greatest diversity of species- climax. The foat all mind giving Life Under the Star of Film-Illumination The active more ever renewing Mind Of primordial spontaneous Wisdom. The retired stars are also here Building their homes from the adobes of the West The whites, the blacks, the hippies, foolish transients Recorded with native birds and insects in the background. Who could ever start, Mamma Mia, here¡ Hollywood is what is seen. There is what is not. There is what is inside and what is without. It is all real. And it is all false While it is either real or false Or partially real Partially false. Adios, Mujeres y Hombres, y viceversa. Que les vaya bonito en Hollywood. Yo sé que estáis contentos Por dejar vuestras tristes vidas ¿A que sí? Goodbye Wo/Men, and vice versa Good look in Hollywood. I do know You’re happy for leaving Your sad-looking lives. She/he is in America, silly¡

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