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Saturday, August 25, 2012

There are Three Around the Fire

introduction:


not enough, never enough never be enough
out in the back, alone
an excuse and a stage. a throne,
Could be tucked ‘neath the wing, the last meal
of blood left there in the square
always just now awakening (I am naked before you as I have ever been.)

start:
There are three around the fire, a triangle, evenly spaced

She is looking into a hole
She has slowly been digging the hole
Two handfuls each day, until now
Or she found this very deep hole
she keeps looking into it
Reaching a hand into the hole
She is trying to find something there.
It is a form of divination

Reenacted the coagulation of stone birth
The ghost turned on that light (this memory recalled afterward)
Darker horse arrives

Very deep joke
Atone, atoning,
Forgiveness, forgiving,
Justice,

Bestiary of lizards, screech-owls, serpents, bats, speckled frogs & toads, lithe foxes, ragged dogs,
Holding high revel, Dionysian
Bacchanalian,
Blood red pleasure, dancing
Those who can
Sing
Glory
Rose and (lonely) Fennel blossoming

Some thing ought to be concealed as to be invisible) or done without
mysterious architecture, continuous world, nonetheless
Statues tumbled from their niches
Last light of day at the great exhibitions of the world
("how many times each day do these people walk up and down, up and down, this street?"
"she was always trying to fatten up her sister so that she might remain the thin one, the skinny sister.")
a blonde girl, hit with a rock
Swore she would never let them into her secret hideout ever again

Her obscure reference was missed by her mother, appreciated by distant stranger.
In the background of continuity

Giant creatures
Teeth of gold
Singing for her on one side
a bedlam of prayers
If deities are listening they are deafened by the noise
"And it was nothing of all this."
obscure regret?
curious panoramas?
nourishing obsession?
denser revisions?
complex charisma?
permanent depletion?
Dust (gray) upon scarlet (red)
Suddenly becoming more difficult to find
Worshipping lost electricity
"The answer in new religions, we must take care of each other. We can awaken at any time."
Drought and
earthquakes!
this area may become the new tropics, tropical jungles
Tropical virgin princess(es)
Move toward the lakes and rivers
Liberate the reservoirs
No more dams. All rivers blessed with freedom
("I am afraid for the women. Afraid for my friends, especially the women. Wayfaring and far from the well." - Goethe)
"He didn't trust me. I could tell. "
Circumstantial reality, "Where are the blueprints?"

Not holding
Together. rather
Giving everything away
"Attuned to the fate of the aura, she says, dreams are part of concrete experience, tangible and near."
No blue distance, witnessing the green ray


dust on blood
She walked through, carrying her clean white dress aloft
Shadowed spinal column,
Prehensile, remaining quiet

No record, at all, of our greatest achievements
Our Penultimate gift
The minds of the future generations
They never failed to amaze and entertain

for travel and mathematics,
both because and with (the wherewithal) without duration and with supreme duration
"How to build a UFO"
If one wanted to
Those schematics are long out-of-date


Eating poison to avoid cannibalism
(being cannibalized)
Brutal disintegration (and sleeplessness, always alarms, sirens) stabbing
It should come as no surprise
Decomposition, forensics
Dust at the Oceans bottom
Last breath of tradition, the owls' talons
Shattered moments, frenzy of multiplication, replication
nano, opaque shadows

Straining for air
Mother, "Why?"
Impossible totality (any and all impossibility)
"There are just some things you don't do..."

They are not fighting, bombs continue to reign down upon their heads despite in spite
Bizarre
Black pyramid stones, (savage) crystal skulls;
The storm grows stronger the farther it leaves paradise behind.

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

36th

heretofore
Went through butterfly swarms
Cantilevered in the midst
Many horses in the procession
Heart so loud, heart beyond
Necessity vs. Morality/Ethics
Myth vs. Fiction
Through the gates of the castle
Before the Earth was covered
With the bodies & the gods
Before us


Messages, beautiful ladies
Dark corners cast aside
In many kinds of concrete and plaster, resin (amber, obsidian, cubic-zirconia)
The eye of an echo, lost polarity
A vengeance willed this first drama
"there are many exits; or, there are no exits."
"Yesterday will be better."
A nail(needle) points to the base of a tower


The animals of the spirit
Included in the curiosity and intrigue
Special existential
internal apocalyptic visions
"...haunting, sad, yet lovely..."
Hitting two rocks together as hard as possible
Stones
One which seems to take place nowhere
The rocks don't need her memory
Don't need his or him


Rugged spreading form
the range and field, held
Traveled, even upside down
From this end to that end, upon
Therefrom
"...they were in fact deeply romantic spaces in which utopian ideals of community could take naive refuge in a savage, war-torn, leaderless world."


Each of these secret dens was also the entrance to the abyss
Moist galaxy
Expanding into a deafening pale abstraction
(orders clash with one another)
Blind paths, secret passages, lost cities, heavy trapdoors invade our perception
(our shared senses)
Scarlet
Ambulance
we scan the mirror for the Gods and find only ourselves
Symmetrical elements in an asymmetrical situation
The wrong day
An animal has just been born.


Not successfully meaningful
Nor meaningfully successful
"...but somehow the monster, Reality, has missed the point and advances still."


"This is not supposed to be here."
The American Moon (in progress)
caves
Toward events,
"Pleasant surprise that the possibilities of realization could not be foreseen."
Having breathed all of their water & gas, at every level, period.


Patternless preamble
Animal skin, fur-covered (out of a horror of being...)
restless and dramatic play
Of contradictory forms
(She hid her face behind the umbrella, secretly surrealist)
The eye is such a simple planet
One must have vigilance
Hollow volumes, dark matter
There are no messages in these vestiges
Unusually bell-shaped
"that it exists or what it is?"
(another her with face concealed
From musk? weeds? urine? sweat? skunk?)


"I sleep with 13 dead cats."
"I could never talk with you about reality."
an ever-deepening background,
is held together by the square


Personal archeology
Intuitive geometry
Nature has no morality, only necessity.


The hidden animal journeys through yellow Summer
When the day is hush and bows to black night
"I sing you, wild dream!
In the night-storm
Through the mountain range
In the ravaging filth of the grey towers, cannibals with hellish grimaces
Hunting for gods
The fire blazes and roars golden
She rings the bell in the valley