Thursday, April 28, 2016

young forests

young forests
of the imagination (enclosing & open on all sides)
and her breathing with the air that exists on the horizons

" ... too far, or not far enough...?"
Why is it always a question of distance?
anamnesis, urban hubris

"Labyrinths and mazes are both landscape and architecture; [Japanese] Gardens are both landscape and architecture; ... Their purpose and pleasure is (axial) paradox, complexity, simultaneity ... "

curious echoes (of laughter)
(laughter is) a homeopathic catastrophe, wild grasses' insouciance, centrifugal proliferation (expanding fields)
a phantasmagoria of which we are all the fascinated victims
(fog into smoke, gradient effect)

sonic jewels glinting
with sweat, acute urgencies,
has redefined the word impossible by unleashing a tempest more savage than any ever before recorded in this lonely place.

the great blue thread, the great green thread, snaps in the eyes of our children
interstitial chain reaction,
(the 0/1 which is no longer a difference at all, rather a formal alternation)

an unpublished exquisite sublimity
punctual, ephemeral, enigmatic, unpredictability,
aleatory and vertiginous
surface abysses
"Let's imagine all of our plans for the future as elaborate blueprints drawn in sand at the edge of the seas (ever-rising)."

feigning to bow in order to kill  (assassin) Between the flat sides of the knife.
(nonlinear) billboard on fire
with the third axis (of the triptych) operating at times as deux ex machina,
(the assassin is a clone)
Mystical? or simply enigmatic? or are you just confused?

the sum of two ontological absences, plus neither/nor, (not-built, non-referent)
a mirror in a hole in the ground
invisibility is power in the current world surveillance, so paint him green-screen green / Vantablack
suspended (animation) between nowheres
night fell slowly (anti-gravity): everything turning blue in hues plus shades, minus finality, until eventually...
after effects
the daughter of a beast, a creature of remote, aesthetic regions.

may my poverty ever be an arrow

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