talk to yourself
look at the view
run around naked

no. 1
yearnings for height and depth meet and merge.
agile magnetism of the flower, the dream of union is born in the image of a new seed.
fruit of long experience
subtle distinct shifts
differences in + of scale

Nothing in the castle
(building someone else's tower.
& the center(s) of the universe)
"They arrived one after the other in succession..."
they so far unknowing, yet an
introduction to what awaits us in the future.
"Let us take the last 25 years, just a quarter century — and recall what conquests in the sphere of human technology have been accomplished before our eyes — ..."
Even if you meditate on those far-off days when the sun will cease to shine and all forms of life die out upon the Earth, nevertheless there is still plenty of time before us.
"ancillary or destiny
it is my fate"
(what we wish while waiting)
revving up the engine

no. 2
everything electric and / or motorized is expendable
capillary action, how far ? an inch and a half or four and one half centimeters
share the whole feast between them, feet first, head first
seconds, moments, same...
if we could meet, on many mornings
see her there
example;
afterthought (as if the outcome could be other)

no one had thought of this before then, anything so bad, now we know they have

watching the traffic, even unto autumn,
another, larger animal's full set of teeth, within my mouth, and an entirely new diet. you must find your niche.
more than 30 years since then
and I still don't know
if it is all my fault...
that I had no way of knowing
permanence (and affect )
final always, "it will be the only one..."
The above is not fiction.

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.

34th

& as they all fought and battled for power
None able to depart nor claim any victory
Infinite (noise-sound) conquered


It's value lies in its promises and experiments
Creative use of the axe
Fully realized only after many years, a large/long time scale
When the fields are reached
Entrance is forbidden
"the value and importance of history is to expand the (time) frame of our human memory beyond the human lifetime."




I see you
Ovulate
In the milky way
On a moonless night
Red serpent coagulates
Up wooden stairways in the wind
wind & serpent follow them




Mystified
Bewildered
Intrigued
Remote places
Predator stalking
Majestic build & stature
Tantalizing glimpse
Enigmatic
Wolf of the mountain (a wolf riding on the back of another wolf, or a stag (or doe)  riding on the back of a wolf)
Frontier
Venerate the animal
Strange gods
Transformer / Trickster
Difficult to define
In an unfinished state
For some mysterious reason
Astride a dragon
Sun cuts
The crossroads
Scab & Scar
quite a threshold to be poised upon
There was no golden age
We go out from the garden
& into the wild
Did we believe?
How the bad times began
& why they are unlikely to end
Any time soon
Inevitably fictional
The lost center




Elementary
Trustful
Instrumental
Solipsism
Fanciful
Imaginative
Colossal
Efflorescence
Exhilarated
Far-ranging
Chants
Perfect goals
The sublime and the frontier






Reference
Sustained
Duration
"Repetition is a device that disrupts the very idea of the self-contained work which relies on a predetermined structure. There is always, in the repeated occurrence of a thing, a reference to some former occurrence, and in the sustained repetition of a thing, a growing awareness that duration alters it."


Where am I?
Where are we?

09292011 untitled (for The Beast)

1.

Opening a heart toward Heaven

All of the people in The city

Who you touch accidentally

to Heaven from

Unravel

The cheerful night song

Bounce (& shake) it around unveiled, darling ( hidden on the inside of the arm, bicep)

The shield remains concealed.

Too, there is no question that

a longer part of the world

Sweet treasures, tall treasures, held high

Overnight work,

black&white houndstooth

above red

Reveille masquerade, from his woman on a horse, Valkyrie

Please help me!

Wet wind, find her

Cheek or earlobe or shin

Or bare-chested, finally.

Wondrous quality of the waters running rushing over the exploded dam

Landscape changing the world

(if he had been given a military assignment from which he could easily have got lost)

No odors from your mouth or armpits

The shiny broken object in the dark puddle in the burnt out house.

Then recedes into the forest deeps...

Seen and fecund potentials grasped

From observations across the precipice

Bottomless, Tar pits

Substance enough to grasp

(from the time when the beast of highest worship had a long nose)

Not long afterward, not long forward, recounted

With new eyes

Ever-new variations, without finding a fixed ideal

No ones gaze bold enough to sustain

Became hermetic and difficult

Migrating into the aftermath, owl wings at thefall of dusk.

(collapse of coherence)

When the tape (cassette or video) was completed, they mourned

Utter contrast, unknowingly condensed,

onto the interior of the window, clear glass, their warm breath (tongue found)

Faithfully recountingthe narrative of; their otherness, their isolation, their desperation, their inevitable descent and death.

"Once there was a little boy and everything turned out alright. The end."

Beyond the horizon of repetition

To continuity

precisely scribbled

Forward held bosom venerated in passing

The fluid a mile deep.

About to come through the other side.

"Do you believe that all men are truly evil, but remain eternally unaware of it?"

& she continued, "...then why do you treat them that way?"

"That old man should've cleaned between his teeth before ever looking her way."

Throw the bird, too

Young to fly, high into the air.

Taken to task...

visions square and hermetic

Foreboding as the song in a dream

Fatal geography, constructing the hours that have been & have been had

"The loneliness of the oracle, the sadness of departure, the enigma of the hour."

Embarking on a nostalgic production?

"Death comes, obviously." (x3)

Heaven rose,

Lace backdrop, it's patterned wallpaper, and illustrated newspaper

all visible from down below

Hole of tooth or hole of eye, "...a wry metaphor."

but what for?

expertise uncredited within this imagined discipline

Then; a bouquet of flowers and some reflection on a shiny stage floor.

Posed as a classical Greek torso,

she spied from the kitchen

Romantic passengers

Dark dark mirror in the harsh glare of a bright Sun

Sunday, no sex in the museum

no bodily fluids and no mirrors, no blankets

Accumulated and organized, as a rupture of horticulture

Within the archive, oblivious to the darkness, She was pleased to see, the maverick approach at dawn

Fiction of coherence, watching through binoculars, including the visiting sister (or sibling)

Since dawn Monday a single strand of Spider web crossed five lanes of high-speed traffic.  Hanging above... Until she walked through it, perpendicular to the fine line (transparent, translucent) it drew through space, above roadblack tar and asphalt. Caught on one of her hairs, then pressed against her forehead by her velocity, all in the moment of one stride

Snapped then drifting, plummeting, through rotation and into destruction

"Following the news reporters and taking their photograph."

Providing the exhilarating revelation that we are free afterall.

"I believe in growing things & things which have grown and died magnificently!"

2.

thrumming

The great machinery of ideals

pursues the daughter of the west

laying, hanging her head on a book

The Smoke

along the back fence

becomes a figure

entering

thrumming keepable

she said, “mountainous space(s)”

he said, “the mountain, the place”

vast overlapping series of scenes, became a totem

and vanished before his last birthday

Silent even, unto the crow was she, (not remembering) even as the crow flew

across the crossroads,
All passions betrayed,

ugly and scabs, soon they will be made to fear

it’s a vision, maybe an illusionary,

tell the story of a man who time travels into the future of the world, and sees the apocalypse. In the process of returning to the present, he is turned into steel by a magnetic field. He is rendered mute, unable verbally to warn people of his time of the impending destruction. His attempts to communicate are ignored and mocked.

the thing it is

the canyon itself is a space

carved by a river, leaving a scar

     do you have a misses, and if you don’t then where’d she go and if you do then where’s she at?

tolling bell, enchanted and devoted realms

journeyed

the manifestation of

landmarks are supposed to be outstanding

asofyet Untitled, just barely, where were you then? who knows?  where the time goes?

thank god for the gentlemen and the fat women, milky secretions

wanted and deep secrets necessary in the alone and the dark

delicately crossed and double crossed reverberating acrosst the entire river.

received delivery, too busy fucking to worry about any kind of rocket ships, or satellites,

for that matter there was nothing else, lusts and being caught unawares, underwater, does the Serpent survive the flood? and why, so despised, did they save his life then, for his continual suffering at the hands of evil boys and the machine, inventing sin together,

dreaming the tractor and the jet engine, warm milk and turquoise, dimmed at the wingtip,

invisible in this dim, dim dawn

“I worry that everyone around me is a spy for something I hate…”

blue is still going on & on

strumming

They found the mystic treasure and a pair of pants changed ownership twice

once the American flag, thus

3.

a.

- arises directly from the spatial ramifications of raw numbers and patterns of logistics.

she hides her camouflage face in the moon

get the lookout and ensign together,

world destroyed, (his here, his heart) by her, on the lines

that empty space survives

undressing for the long black cloud

why try?

"if you say you will, I will love you still"

romantic grapes on the roses' lips

just anywhere at all, pressed against flesh

any reason at all? the secret shared in a place too public

he consults his atlas before leaving

receive and protect,

place the seeds below

to the doubt, Down

There will be only one finale.

"son I need your help with these pests"

all are cheap and dear, but some, the ones, still hold their heads high

chest out

“…don’t worry I won’t bother you now.

The sun is setting

my head is on fire

&

finally, you look so warm, my sisters!”

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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