the resultant offspring (bright white, wish for her own cottage, and acknowledgment in the morning, before bed)
ambitious new talents
faceless conspiracies vs. great dictators
heuristics
a ventriloquist who hears voices
bare ruined choirs, where late, the sweet birds sing
(something that is not form) & Form
fusion synergy
master plan flexible
imagination without end (limit)
using magic as their entry-point
magical, incomprehensible area of radically other space, an enigmatic (and dangerous) space of otherness
intensifying noncoincidences,
transcends mystical tigers in the silence of the night,
...in which a post-civilized Earth offers only the most abundant and
riotous purely organic imagery, the cultural and artificial having long
since vanished.
There is nothing to match the splendor of the Sun's red sword, slashing for the first time through our millennial gloom!
"Their exuberant and wild fecundity promised the inevitable victory of
nature — a nature which is fertile, democratic, and free. Nature has
never seemed more beautiful than in her destruction of tyranny!"
a spider (lithe, quick, thin and black) is captured with a slip of fine
paper and a cocktail glass and released onto the grave of a fish,
uncontested champion
analogous moments of mystery, narrative rather than descriptive,
meaning synchronous with experience,
banner waving
the animal holding its plumage up into the wind
gratuitous complication of existence, right?
complications of fusion, participatory fantasy, this reference is no less confusing,
Sequence of events designed to be as unintelligible as possible
until ultimate conspiracy revealed? noting the opposite, in the frozen
and chaotic results, the landscape itself speaking a kind of
glossolalia.
becoming dematerializing
refrangible
Prudent Miracle
(an outlaw and surrounded by impenetrable mystery...)
salubrious Janus
indestructible magnanimity,
the front of the stage, from where the figures speak, is plunged into
darkness, and the space from where the figures come into the frame,
light and attention focused,
even in a gesture or a wink, everything is calculated yet swift and instantaneous
Apparently, therefore, the so-called protagonist discovers something
which we know already, within a cognitive & puzzle-solving form
where we ourselves come to learn something new.
(In joy we learnt the secrets of the wild.)
a self that hasn't been touched before
strata, softly, precisely, then one atop another, a very large space, another layer remembered, tying up, together, loose ends
they drift towards destruction at the South Pole, which they imagine as
an open spinning vortex of eternity, its walls of ice "a gigantic
amphitheater, the summit of whose walls is lost in the darkness and the
distance."
this only endures a few days or a few weeks or a month,
the roaring circle of ice
— or, like a volcano; drawing magic circles in the soil, pouring perfume in the fire, and spinning the pentacle,
the composite passion is somewhat more obscure, attempting, as it is, to
name something of which we are not conventionally aware currently
illicit commingling of material and enthusiasm
deepening gulfs between the worlds, canyons, a breathtaking dive into
nothing is really the stage of human habitat
dramatic conclusions
drastic conclusions
[which can only be appreciated when read after midnight "in the house of
an amiable woman" while holding a print illustrating the structure held
in one's hand.]
