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
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Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Sunday, July 31, 2011
07312011-t
The long river is a single line,
He lights a cigarette and listens Tothem through the walls all night.
Thunder or
Else nothing at all
They'd been waiting to get a look through the house. (quick and thorough, deep and in the dark room
At night everything is eclipsed toward enlightenment.
Shut the door behind them
As they enter. As they leave.
save the smoke from her (eyes) her lips pressed to this burnt paper
move from the flat flat salt to the top of the stone, atop the stone altar
A place of new mysteries, the keeper of the Golden Shrine dismantles and moves, the action of transportation to, what can be brought
Along a long arm
Greatness and nobility throwing all the rest out the window.
A slow cuspid turn to the left,
making someone taking you
In the mountains then back on the front in two weeks.
Green after green,
green after green &
green after green
You know I'm right.
It could be seen through well enough, too but what to
The next day she tried again
with the slip of pink and
all the glass in the face
The newspaper set on fire.
all wounded, aflame
The symmetrical architecture of the afternoons,
Hermit, "space is the motion of the infinite."
And she replies, "I have walked difficult paths, deep in the forest, towards the mountains."
nothing left to them but a stone tied to a stick.
and then an exit
"what do you know of the good?"
The egg and flower Blue
Flames rise up
Muscles areflexed
Bonfires are lit, atop skyscrapers, even
until
Looking fromthe height of the birds' stomachs.
& he...
Running toward the paper horizon
Until hell would not have him (painted horizon)
Girls and a woman left outside the secret place where they'd been drinking, wailing and motionless
Outside, the boy heaRd women speaking all to every each other
"we are able to be instruments of liberation in a dark and troubled time," they told him on his departure
When he went somewhere else
Th Hermit again, "the wraiths of gods lies sleeping. It was hidden a million years before men and only men have the power to wake it."
And the boy, again, "how these things end, in confusion and curses and blood."
She had wanted the coyote to eat her, laying back, flower-breasted, all her natural scents, she thought there was nothing wrong, both arms bend, then folded, askew and "no feeling involved" in her own words. "eye eat moldy food" he replied and devoured "you cannot keep yourselves safe or okay, those bushes over there have sharp thorns" so driven to do you know, if you're not in a neutral place
She slapped herself in the face, which is in most situations, it's better to be that way
Witch because
A problem in reverse, "it's not naturaL"
"runnin' 'round, Runnin' 'round, whoa!"
She held, definitely to
The bottom half if his right pinky
With her left hand, elliptical fingernails polished as fine silver
For he would
Allow her no more, in public (their private and genital arrangement will not be described here)
with her hair hacked off, short
As a boy and dark nearly black in contrast to the pale ivory of her skin
and she wearing a baseball hat, and the hat red
And his hair red, and his hair shorter than her bobcat,
They passed and she looked back, over shoulder, toward an unlikely memory
Clean the oven with aluminum foil,'
One month later the passport is suddenly stamped
Two triangles ... one atop the other, riding & ridden
horses, to be sure
Flags before the organs
Banners announce and proclaim, heroic ballads launched from
Resonant teeth and diaphragm, the flags billow and gust
Memories are transient, but ghosts remain. They who leave and never return but are always there.
Who is the party really for? Who is served?
Anti-imperialists
Living in a tent, pointing or parting two fingers.
2.
Fragment cannibal, secret satellites, an arrival
Secret satellites above the sunset
One had turned left and previously the one on the left had slowly and definitely overtaken the other
Lightning carries fire
But the reverse is not true.
Beyond the/their wildest speculation
They must and so do
Ask, the man where he is from, "where are you from?"
"Where coyotes have dug up the dead and scattered their bones." & howling wilderness"
twisted hair feast
Spoken with a straight tongue
Truly, he, at least, spoke "with a straIght tongue."
Long-drawn and weird, high-pitched
Golden gate smashed, actively, or collapsed historically
Each heard all heard
The boom of rock falling somewhere far below them in the darkness within the Earth.
(andwithin the starlit water)
Did not an did not have to
Nor did have, nor didn't
"I can describe it
To you by describing something that can't really exist."
"when measurement doesn't work, a more intimate notion of space begins...," The Architect
Through his eyes
Naked like himself
Abstracted the sharp, man-of-the-morning
The archives filled entire with
Bones and amysterious fossil singular
Galloping toward the fire
Working in concert with
Or in resistance to
Cultural history
1(Closed, oppressed, poor, losing many unjust wars, failing economically, in massive debt,...)
2(crisis and impending doom, 'out of a corner' of what is left) what she could salvage. Not what was possible, as regards invention, growth and freedom, but what she could hold on to, as a human being, in a context of failed hope and danger.
Beyond our focus lies background, negative netherworld, horizon of silence,
Spi-li-yai
Ilt-swi-tsichs
He lights a cigarette and listens Tothem through the walls all night.
Thunder or
Else nothing at all
They'd been waiting to get a look through the house. (quick and thorough, deep and in the dark room
At night everything is eclipsed toward enlightenment.
Shut the door behind them
As they enter. As they leave.
save the smoke from her (eyes) her lips pressed to this burnt paper
move from the flat flat salt to the top of the stone, atop the stone altar
A place of new mysteries, the keeper of the Golden Shrine dismantles and moves, the action of transportation to, what can be brought
Along a long arm
Greatness and nobility throwing all the rest out the window.
A slow cuspid turn to the left,
making someone taking you
In the mountains then back on the front in two weeks.
Green after green,
green after green &
green after green
You know I'm right.
It could be seen through well enough, too but what to
The next day she tried again
with the slip of pink and
all the glass in the face
The newspaper set on fire.
all wounded, aflame
The symmetrical architecture of the afternoons,
Hermit, "space is the motion of the infinite."
And she replies, "I have walked difficult paths, deep in the forest, towards the mountains."
nothing left to them but a stone tied to a stick.
and then an exit
"what do you know of the good?"
The egg and flower Blue
Flames rise up
Muscles areflexed
Bonfires are lit, atop skyscrapers, even
until
Looking fromthe height of the birds' stomachs.
& he...
Running toward the paper horizon
Until hell would not have him (painted horizon)
Girls and a woman left outside the secret place where they'd been drinking, wailing and motionless
Outside, the boy heaRd women speaking all to every each other
"we are able to be instruments of liberation in a dark and troubled time," they told him on his departure
When he went somewhere else
Th Hermit again, "the wraiths of gods lies sleeping. It was hidden a million years before men and only men have the power to wake it."
And the boy, again, "how these things end, in confusion and curses and blood."
She had wanted the coyote to eat her, laying back, flower-breasted, all her natural scents, she thought there was nothing wrong, both arms bend, then folded, askew and "no feeling involved" in her own words. "eye eat moldy food" he replied and devoured "you cannot keep yourselves safe or okay, those bushes over there have sharp thorns" so driven to do you know, if you're not in a neutral place
She slapped herself in the face, which is in most situations, it's better to be that way
Witch because
A problem in reverse, "it's not naturaL"
"runnin' 'round, Runnin' 'round, whoa!"
She held, definitely to
The bottom half if his right pinky
With her left hand, elliptical fingernails polished as fine silver
For he would
Allow her no more, in public (their private and genital arrangement will not be described here)
with her hair hacked off, short
As a boy and dark nearly black in contrast to the pale ivory of her skin
and she wearing a baseball hat, and the hat red
And his hair red, and his hair shorter than her bobcat,
They passed and she looked back, over shoulder, toward an unlikely memory
Clean the oven with aluminum foil,'
One month later the passport is suddenly stamped
Two triangles ... one atop the other, riding & ridden
horses, to be sure
Flags before the organs
Banners announce and proclaim, heroic ballads launched from
Resonant teeth and diaphragm, the flags billow and gust
Memories are transient, but ghosts remain. They who leave and never return but are always there.
Who is the party really for? Who is served?
Anti-imperialists
Living in a tent, pointing or parting two fingers.
2.
Fragment cannibal, secret satellites, an arrival
Secret satellites above the sunset
One had turned left and previously the one on the left had slowly and definitely overtaken the other
Lightning carries fire
But the reverse is not true.
Beyond the/their wildest speculation
They must and so do
Ask, the man where he is from, "where are you from?"
"Where coyotes have dug up the dead and scattered their bones." & howling wilderness"
twisted hair feast
Spoken with a straight tongue
Truly, he, at least, spoke "with a straIght tongue."
Long-drawn and weird, high-pitched
Golden gate smashed, actively, or collapsed historically
Each heard all heard
The boom of rock falling somewhere far below them in the darkness within the Earth.
(andwithin the starlit water)
Did not an did not have to
Nor did have, nor didn't
"I can describe it
To you by describing something that can't really exist."
"when measurement doesn't work, a more intimate notion of space begins...," The Architect
Through his eyes
Naked like himself
Abstracted the sharp, man-of-the-morning
The archives filled entire with
Bones and amysterious fossil singular
Galloping toward the fire
Working in concert with
Or in resistance to
Cultural history
1(Closed, oppressed, poor, losing many unjust wars, failing economically, in massive debt,...)
2(crisis and impending doom, 'out of a corner' of what is left) what she could salvage. Not what was possible, as regards invention, growth and freedom, but what she could hold on to, as a human being, in a context of failed hope and danger.
Beyond our focus lies background, negative netherworld, horizon of silence,
Ilt-swi-tsichs
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
24th
Inevitably into the sky
hid the vessel, between, and everything changed color, opening, opened outward, awakening & salivating. Singing without limits. And there were no limits to anything.
"you're not god or a monster"" the Shaman taunted
They stood, wandering
"I'll burn your goddamn house down!"
the green lasted long through until near august, before even a year had passed they claimed to know, but no flag could be plantedthere,
The young man planned in the dark, deep red designs, and from beneath the root, nothing light about him or them
She understood the basics, and from there the immeasurable, she came here too,
"don't speak, put your head on my shoulder
Worry, fireworks goingoff allover the planet, effecting the weather, the clouds and precipitation, kerosene heaters, even in California, grabbing a hummingbird out of the honey.
Astronomical and cosmic conditions incorporated into them,
Minus more a few inches, shaken in the fever and the glow
Pulled tightly, rhythmically and flush to the curve. Aside the stretch
Nothing to cover the legs ennobled by the Sun
The breeze moves her bright hair all the waydown the valley, a very special river
Deeply withinto the black water
The raging seas will always sleep, even in the rain, for a century or more, standing in the dark deep black
Shrieking across the firework phenomenon, she told him how close he was, and how to remedy, when astray
The dog was not to return
where it could continue, they entered momentarily, then out again from the abandoned structure, snake's spine
Through the long street, ever-present, long enough to always be there, moving fast enough to never gather dust, later this serpent will meet the unmovable stone...
Unsurpassed and unrivaled, occupying all the western miles
bestowed and gifted, insofar as was ever possible to form a sphere in the square
By reaching her hand through and letting herself out, having not met him when he first came, or the second,
exhale while watching time, minimum of five minutes
Beyond (the woman woman watched twice, traveling south then traveling north, "nobody saw the things we do") ...slept in a tent beside the work, running messages hoMe
Oasis zones bordering, there were no boundaries to time...
Damp walls and tectonic shifts, warbling of the background, "it would be great to get aid of different ethnic groups, different races and ladders, roots of Teeth and shards"
Opened and deepened with understanding, obsidian cloud don't watch it too close, up close, the gate is guarded! "dont forget."
how was the valley then?
Hand in the thick dust, "she ever births and ever destroys," in totality said the hand in the dust, "Time and space fall abandoned!"
Street preachers reporting from beyond the pale,
Then ascends above her head but herfingers remain in knots beneath it, And the moonMoon above all of that even
"flesh all amesh"
"Do the signs of the End Times become more & more obscure? More complex and specific? More personalized and symbolic? Esoteric or less? Violent and vicious and appropriate to the sin?"
She replied in haste, " May or October dr.?" with the black wolf at the backdoor and the luminous kite in the night sky...
Who was it that reminded them of everyone? The water that exists in milk
He kept on forgetting, and consequently remembering the
Immemorial
He carried a sword,
A golden window, dawn, trampled upon arrival
b.
The separation of observation from preconception, not the mirror or the hologram, a pack of wolves rather, with all of you in their mouths, opened toward the sun
a cure for what ails ya, even the strangers, even in haste and disregard
The mother made him who she had to be.
a draGon killer who had dreamed if sainthood, unfound, even now, suspicious of the colosseum his hands flexed, she was fantasizing
She learned not to look again, even if looked and even if banners waving, flickering in a strong wind
Hands clasped in shelter, measurement of the arch,
"man's dream is civilization & gods dream of wildness and what of women's dreams?"
"neither can know"
Defeated by his dog, barking intohis ear
One then the other, with force
The change she knew must come sometime
Unfastened, "would you like some?"
The yarn had looked better as yarn than it had as a scarf, wrapped
Wrapped around to conceal, a vital organ carried in a handkerchief
Ore (metal silver iron steel copper gold platinum titanium lead...)
Surrounded by a tree-tall forest of enemies, "suddenly I noticed it wasn't Spring anymore."
At night in the dark dressed all in black
hid the vessel, between, and everything changed color, opening, opened outward, awakening & salivating. Singing without limits. And there were no limits to anything.
"you're not god or a monster"" the Shaman taunted
They stood, wandering
"I'll burn your goddamn house down!"
the green lasted long through until near august, before even a year had passed they claimed to know, but no flag could be plantedthere,
The young man planned in the dark, deep red designs, and from beneath the root, nothing light about him or them
She understood the basics, and from there the immeasurable, she came here too,
"don't speak, put your head on my shoulder
Worry, fireworks goingoff allover the planet, effecting the weather, the clouds and precipitation, kerosene heaters, even in California, grabbing a hummingbird out of the honey.
Astronomical and cosmic conditions incorporated into them,
Minus more a few inches, shaken in the fever and the glow
Pulled tightly, rhythmically and flush to the curve. Aside the stretch
Nothing to cover the legs ennobled by the Sun
The breeze moves her bright hair all the waydown the valley, a very special river
Deeply withinto the black water
The raging seas will always sleep, even in the rain, for a century or more, standing in the dark deep black
Shrieking across the firework phenomenon, she told him how close he was, and how to remedy, when astray
The dog was not to return
where it could continue, they entered momentarily, then out again from the abandoned structure, snake's spine
Through the long street, ever-present, long enough to always be there, moving fast enough to never gather dust, later this serpent will meet the unmovable stone...
Unsurpassed and unrivaled, occupying all the western miles
bestowed and gifted, insofar as was ever possible to form a sphere in the square
By reaching her hand through and letting herself out, having not met him when he first came, or the second,
exhale while watching time, minimum of five minutes
Beyond (the woman woman watched twice, traveling south then traveling north, "nobody saw the things we do") ...slept in a tent beside the work, running messages hoMe
Oasis zones bordering, there were no boundaries to time...
Damp walls and tectonic shifts, warbling of the background, "it would be great to get aid of different ethnic groups, different races and ladders, roots of Teeth and shards"
Opened and deepened with understanding, obsidian cloud don't watch it too close, up close, the gate is guarded! "dont forget."
how was the valley then?
Hand in the thick dust, "she ever births and ever destroys," in totality said the hand in the dust, "Time and space fall abandoned!"
Street preachers reporting from beyond the pale,
Then ascends above her head but herfingers remain in knots beneath it, And the moonMoon above all of that even
"flesh all amesh"
"Do the signs of the End Times become more & more obscure? More complex and specific? More personalized and symbolic? Esoteric or less? Violent and vicious and appropriate to the sin?"
She replied in haste, " May or October dr.?" with the black wolf at the backdoor and the luminous kite in the night sky...
Who was it that reminded them of everyone? The water that exists in milk
He kept on forgetting, and consequently remembering the
Immemorial
He carried a sword,
A golden window, dawn, trampled upon arrival
b.
The separation of observation from preconception, not the mirror or the hologram, a pack of wolves rather, with all of you in their mouths, opened toward the sun
a cure for what ails ya, even the strangers, even in haste and disregard
The mother made him who she had to be.
a draGon killer who had dreamed if sainthood, unfound, even now, suspicious of the colosseum his hands flexed, she was fantasizing
She learned not to look again, even if looked and even if banners waving, flickering in a strong wind
Hands clasped in shelter, measurement of the arch,
"man's dream is civilization & gods dream of wildness and what of women's dreams?"
"neither can know"
Defeated by his dog, barking intohis ear
One then the other, with force
The change she knew must come sometime
Unfastened, "would you like some?"
The yarn had looked better as yarn than it had as a scarf, wrapped
Wrapped around to conceal, a vital organ carried in a handkerchief
Ore (metal silver iron steel copper gold platinum titanium lead...)
Surrounded by a tree-tall forest of enemies, "suddenly I noticed it wasn't Spring anymore."
At night in the dark dressed all in black
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
04122011 (t)
together,
a monstrous sexual imagination, gone wild
can it be seen through?
Thoroughly seen
It comes after pictures emerged showing overheating fuel rods exposed to the elements through a huge hole in the wall of a reactor building at the destroyed blank nuclear plant.
the bush beneath the lace
flowers even behind glass, the glass castle
neon orange sunrise arrives, “…dark space instead of light space?”
many infinities, divided infinities, spontaneous fragments
on the cosmic stage human and virus engage in universal conflict
“Human free will acts out in ways that cybernetics cannot anticipate, predict or comprehend.”
ultimate monumentality, in the rain,
young white horse
in a pretty flowered field
sun blindness arrives, from an earthquake, thank god(s)
the most spectacular success phenomenon
in an airplane, in an airplane, with an airplane,
out of the blackhole
within
“He still could be dangerous.”
nuclear ocean prayer & interstices
a more discursive infection, knotted organs, going up and down the church wall
outside to the roof,
“…assuming anything goes, dispersed fields, everything is true, a lot of actors, and floating ideologies. Can one pretend that the master narratives are gone?”
he continued,
“there remain various latitudes, underground passageways, to interrupt events, burn the newspaper, save themselves (if they’re lucky).
they learn to maximize independence and frustrate control…”
you put the science fiction world fantasized projected
frightening or utopian
extrapolates, fright, out of reach within grasp
fear of the future, the mad scientist
he’s unleashing unanticipatable dramas and forces he cannot control
the great fear and hope, the great hope and fear
from the mouth of
The rebel that sanctifies extant freedoms.
Primitive twilight
Primitive memories, primitive energies
Sleeping owl death moon
A waterfall through the city
Eggs in the bed and a wall covered with butterflies
Ascent of the cosmic serpent into death, then memory, unsuccessful mnemonic devices, all of them are after so many years and fascists.
Everyone is speculating, "this is complicated" in turn
Are there three reasons or five or
is your mother still proud? Still burnin'?
The king was thrown from the top of his castle
Then the castle was no one's Nobody the castle fell abandoned as the king had fallen to his death, they all left. A mythic feat
"with the whole world crumbling, we pick this time to fall in love, lord above..."
The words won't fit the facts, the language, the political terminology, the implied references are not proportionate to the ideas exemplified by the artifacts or the presumed intent
Anger appears amidst imperfection
There are ants all over the gun
A twilight show of primitive energies
A primitive show of twilight energies
"of course I won't tell you where I got it from. As far as you go I don't know what the hell you're talking about. You'll know nothing about me save that I hate you."
howling entrance
"destroy what destroys you"
"I never was aware of any other option but to question everything."
a monstrous sexual imagination, gone wild
can it be seen through?
Thoroughly seen
It comes after pictures emerged showing overheating fuel rods exposed to the elements through a huge hole in the wall of a reactor building at the destroyed blank nuclear plant.
the bush beneath the lace
flowers even behind glass, the glass castle
neon orange sunrise arrives, “…dark space instead of light space?”
many infinities, divided infinities, spontaneous fragments
on the cosmic stage human and virus engage in universal conflict
“Human free will acts out in ways that cybernetics cannot anticipate, predict or comprehend.”
ultimate monumentality, in the rain,
young white horse
in a pretty flowered field
sun blindness arrives, from an earthquake, thank god(s)
the most spectacular success phenomenon
in an airplane, in an airplane, with an airplane,
out of the blackhole
within
“He still could be dangerous.”
nuclear ocean prayer & interstices
a more discursive infection, knotted organs, going up and down the church wall
outside to the roof,
“…assuming anything goes, dispersed fields, everything is true, a lot of actors, and floating ideologies. Can one pretend that the master narratives are gone?”
he continued,
“there remain various latitudes, underground passageways, to interrupt events, burn the newspaper, save themselves (if they’re lucky).
they learn to maximize independence and frustrate control…”
you put the science fiction world fantasized projected
frightening or utopian
extrapolates, fright, out of reach within grasp
fear of the future, the mad scientist
he’s unleashing unanticipatable dramas and forces he cannot control
the great fear and hope, the great hope and fear
from the mouth of
The rebel that sanctifies extant freedoms.
Primitive twilight
Primitive memories, primitive energies
Sleeping owl death moon
A waterfall through the city
Eggs in the bed and a wall covered with butterflies
Ascent of the cosmic serpent into death, then memory, unsuccessful mnemonic devices, all of them are after so many years and fascists.
Everyone is speculating, "this is complicated" in turn
Are there three reasons or five or
is your mother still proud? Still burnin'?
The king was thrown from the top of his castle
Then the castle was no one's Nobody the castle fell abandoned as the king had fallen to his death, they all left. A mythic feat
"with the whole world crumbling, we pick this time to fall in love, lord above..."
The words won't fit the facts, the language, the political terminology, the implied references are not proportionate to the ideas exemplified by the artifacts or the presumed intent
Anger appears amidst imperfection
There are ants all over the gun
A twilight show of primitive energies
A primitive show of twilight energies
"of course I won't tell you where I got it from. As far as you go I don't know what the hell you're talking about. You'll know nothing about me save that I hate you."
howling entrance
"destroy what destroys you"
"I never was aware of any other option but to question everything."
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