Sunday, January 23, 2011

16


and spires
buoyancy,
havoc wreaked (on pathetic stinking filthy shores)
of complete faith unaware,
that there is something unknown waiting for them in the future
tangled history of materials, lost seven
the touch is the
something to touch
the dark is moving

(silent hermit
a risky time-traveling mission, to save
many lost causes, found again now,

Ravens came
Filibustering as the dreams of flight
Were set aflame, and burnt
Fortune was walking away from the catastrophe with bruised illumination
departing (beautiful or realistic)
Bury dogshit in your mistakes and fear, bury your hope with it
"I have the fury of my own momentum. Ancestral terror,"
Swift fusion, comPlete original motion
...not amongst the pioneers, the end of utopia
There is no chaos theory, it is totally eMotional. since it allows us to go to the Moon it is not mystical.

"they also imagined an intrauterine architecture, and this primal fantasy is present as well."
but one is never lost, as they wish to be, in these fantasmatic spaces; not mazes, a spiral bent by an unknown and omnipotent hand. One knows one is moving toward or away from the opening
but these centers refuse the oracular aura."
Commitment to tectonics
TheaTrical displays of the power of the gods, a collapsing of physical coordinates
their critiCal resistance of structural necessity. Phenomenological and parallactic velocity contrary disruption.
hair worn short, giving free play to her strong forehead
Her husband disappearedfrom her horizon
autonomous anatomY
"as she had wished, she died fighting. She also died forgotten, or almost forgotten, with a crypt in the American memory almOst as obscure as that of the..."
so he lay along the ground
LoNG enough to hear the secret whispers
From the blood of the martyrs grows the new seed
"the women of the street showed more refinement of feeling and sincere sympathy than the priests of the church." / "(inspiration) by deed found its reverberating echo in almost all countries."
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Friday, January 14, 2011

14

Rust Religion from nowhere, Dragons
“…many female visitors to the museum had sought out the stone, apparently believing that it was a meteorite, and that touching it would make them fertile.”
The stone is still there today.
relegating the formless to a background
the shimmering gold plane
a forbidden place in which secret desires are said to be fulfilled. Passage, Nowhere, Elsewhere,
House, Stone, Mountain,

“Art is and must be an empirical reality concerned with the relationships of human beings to objects and objects to objects in relation to human beings.” – Lawrence Weiner
This is not content.
I am not content.

Intrepidity
a realistic representation of non-realistic situations, aware of his habits, sleeping on the ground with the snakes.
Truce between believable and unbelievable, reality is evenmore subtle in the landscape, the reversal of sky and earth created a disorienting
You have to give it
That it is a beautiful country. Thunder survival
Every rise and every horse wild, it cannot be done without the roses. My sister too, wild & free. Please. Every guitar is an angel
and sings for you
if you will, only will touch it and
Play
Literally translating her own sensations experiences stories so she can communicate with others. If you found him you would then have to carry him (drag)  in order to get him where  you want him, take him anywhere other than where he is.
Than that which unborn form you are the content of
The question stays, a bare winter time

Burning church forest
of hate
Translucent with despair and boredom His long shadow reaching into the trees dense branches, swaggering and tumbling in the wind and fire. Chiming & ringing merrily and with handsome splendor, she admired
Tightness in the abdomen
And a fear
Downgoers and overgoers before a golden back drop
Sky, curling at one end, a scroll like skin
The fiery mountain of heavenly metal
Downstairs their bones are
Stored in the catacombs
"No foot of mine ever crossed that doorsill."
a dying animal, with no motion under darkness of sky that reaches out forever while foreverstars project what patterns


Beneath the monastery
The most definite and permanent touch with the least contact possible Immerse yourself in the riot approaching light speed. There is no pretense or interludes.
Saturate the air with howl and hum! recruited to his pagan cause.
"I mean, you all want me to be an artist. I will simply be a result of having experienced and witnessed all this."
attend to what is scribbled in the cave. Let any of you that believe there's a cause realize that it's creation.
A prominence upon a sphere, as a woman's nipple, this protrusion is the highest and nearest to the sky. One shore, one edge of her duplicates until, on the territory with what I didn't remember, something known for years. "his previous appearance had been in my parents' bedroom where I found him intimatewith my former wife"
giving me
What in the instant
I knew better of and than
Half-dark mud & dust
Not answered unanswered deliberately
You must live with your ghosts, &your people, "I don't know, shit, i won't keep acquainted with that part, asymmetric
Scalped in a Terrible rain storm as the scene shiftl
"most life is, literally, the understanding that you don't understand. that son-of-a-bitch, out there, he says the only thing I really have got, it's so quietly said  that you don't notice it."
square
Up there in the northern there is nothing
nothing "deathless" or "immortal"

"I don't believe on practices or being alone, only whether or not it can stand ( the wind the storm the meeting of gravity, gnashing teeth and dense muscular jaws of infinite)"


So much in memory, life is happening all at once or have you never cut a lightning bolt
this attempt to (re)take the lines into your hand(s)
"he is speaking of the stratified elements of glacial accumulations, forming to a height just below above the horizon."
only left when the wall of the last ice began go give away in that ancient long ago
Before any of your dreams
False experience of mountain climbed, heaven all around the place at this height
"I could become extremely precise about something, therefore kindred to the absolute, the perfect &ideaL"
the Actual universe as a geography has shifted and is moving toward us, space is coming home to occupy us, to occupy the Earth,
Humans are disappointing and boring to Creation

There is never enough wildness
Inhabitation of these shapes, against theground pressed
emerged during the process bringing forth
If you run I to or up against the eternal
"thought is belief. belief is action." "But the absolute is the end, not the beginning."


"isn't that the girl you look in the eyes?!".
And the land cAme up andthe seas rose
Thefar sky is as near as you stand
unilateral support; you arenot removed even when traveling at great speed
"I got lost by the way. ...and in fact, people get lost and die.
the first time upon this goddamn field,
I couldn't find my way out. I'm supposed to know directions and all this
Leave the roots on, let the dirt hang and fall, just to make sure they will know where they comecame from."
His mother wanted him to stay overnight at least, don't disappoint your mother
As it approaches it declares it's limit, sleeping on your floor in the fire in your bed(room)
For both of you
Glistening jewel organ
to see these men smoke and talk on the Summer darkness
On the two rocks
In the background. "don't you remember?"

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

12

that you can’t get away from it. It’s everywhere (whatever it is).
apple spell
give us ideals
not meat and bone
give us ideals not meat and bone
vibrating knot messiah
“Confuse them so that they have to think twice.”
Paper mountain
The flies are dying all over again this year. That’s twice now and I wonder if they will be the better or the worse for it. There is the shadow of a fly the shadow only ascending the spine of a book on the altar

Cry in the wilderness. Cry in the wilderness. Cry in the wilderness. - the house of the future has got a bomb in the oven.
What did he see underthe red hood? Expectation of the end of the known world...apocalypticism, Supernatural guardian figure, time it becomes a continuous atmosphere
The revolution's airplane flew to America undiscovered. Seed must not be left to plant. Primitive forest trees dark green. Her wilderness is a green wood, he was whistling in the cavedark
We haven't buried him at all. How will he clean up that in an hour?
& nothing is anything but itself
measured so...
Struggling for utopia, an appetite of your own

Design digestion
strictly, indeed, traditional and metaphysical.
Move me, not thestone, the stone both come from beyond the Earth and witness a storm not of their own doing.
The highest expression of truth, free of and from the past, first religion, then philosophy, both without the memory or even knowledge of texture.
What is below the dirt; or, what is the dirt upon?
She happened, chanced, found and saw
half-door and an orphaned detail, in the corner, looking out
When we awoke in the dark and in the cold of the night, granitic beast. Gryke
Ever is now...when there is nothing, rituals of the space, degrees of difference between What never was and/or what never will be
What never has been and what never could be. All sounds in silence, burying, the history of the future. The past is gone, explore all
Of your holes
Open and closed. At nature should we bow?


Cannibalism
Havoc havok, withdrawn monument The horizon of the pats appears
You can never reach it. An outer time, like outer space
Conclusive, not being hopeful...to ask a question please come to the front
Structure architecture Marrow support, child of the night running wild and free. "perhaps I have said enough."
Extinction is forever

Amplification of attention, he was rules by the proportions of his own body; being told that the stone is the truest condition of creation, of still silent