"embracing the moon..."

"embracing the moon, birds return to the forest, (young water) black dragon wags its tail"
"...this is real, this is the concern about the lone wolf,"
waxing taxonomical, distinguishing lone wolves from known wolves
catastrophically different present, contingent content, plus appendage,
paradox contained in a vitrine,
Nonetheless seem to believe the danger flows chiefly their way.
only posing as an ideologically sympathetic individual, and to coax, coach, hoax
towards actions
within reality (ongoing (non)linear processes)

making life better through the blood, without seeing,
the evil of another does not make you good
"I crossed the black cat's path. the black cat did not cross my path."

seeds covered in sugar
(first move) With A Roll of the Dice

diagram for an underground fortification placed next to them, speculations about an impregnable fortress,
hiding substantive and deep equivocations, and the bird, with a holographic mask

dry your eyes on me, dry your eyes on me
I wish I could remember the 1st time this happened, or when this first happened (aka youth)
"Melody Attack" initially, like a NoiseFold
In this debate - which we should just call a soliloquy - facts seem to not be listening,
She repeats, "You seem to not be listening."

conspicuous inefficacy, repudiating their own semiological
teaser spoiler, these are all hers
frenzy risqué
fast noise, melody attack,

and then
descent of animals into the valley at night
sonnets of the chimeras are masterpieces of occult
internal momentum, turbulent breakdown, shared universally, like it or not, perspective on the world is reversed (line to circle), formal requirement,
sinister dimension?, something observable, contemporary of Machiavelli,
"the people without land" / "the land without people"

each double-page marking up every illustration with numbered footnotes that explain the objects / details
the line grows
 the intricacies of the joyful early,
sparkling and before the drought.
concealment coming from a place of deep personal reflection

the broken (out)lines of the theater
two on the roof, silence shattered, staccato percussion,
a snare drum being
played as hard and fast as possible, in an otherwise empty, abandoned, wild, or isolated place

flesh in and out of focus
only meeting clandestinely,
equally significant, predestined harmony, on the inside straight, variants of apologia (for burning all the churches, banks, seats of government, etc, (for example))

You don't even know what's happening, yet you're sure you want it to end.
memory makes for a very poor archive...
The opposite of one deep truth is not something which is wrong, but is itself another deep truth.

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?

29th - t

Held at the height of the top of the head, bowing to the Moon.
"her worshippers go to her," she said to her, "it's dark in there and it's getting dark here."

"Contemplate the landscape in twilight."
Not a breath of wind excitedthe lake this day and in turn it was a mirror
Making a twin of every beauty.
Wink
She blinked, in and out,
Through circles (lips too red)
What is visible and what is invisible, interrupted
by a sudden death, consanguinity
A mystery of flesh and of Beneath flesh
Solid rhythm, substantial

Rubbed clean with fingertips
Without bruising.
One tooth carves the other (in its unique direction as the sands of the shore)
Ancient anchors, bones missing, colors fading,
Birds and lavender, pillaging the vast blue castle of the Sky
"The old wooden school of taxidermy," she said. "... And platonic quarantines."
"Modern science, contrariwise, demanded an undistracted contemplation of single, mature, pristine individuals." I apologized. Distracted multiplicities, and weathered I was, then.
In the afternoon

"And her hair was on fire, all of her hair, the shadow rose between and she didn't know how to carry all that  she had."
Shadow rose, shadow rise, shadow ring, shadow eyes, the shadows between thighs
This, a type of parabolic pneumonia, the fine curve of the irresponsibility of fire.
Fingered towardthe newspaper, for the mutual inclination of two lines, meeting at an angle
Unthinkingly they had, at last, become women...
though he, having thought for some substantial duration that they already were, had been for sometime
Well beyond him
they are still perfecting, to ripen
Still well beyond him.

(private menageries, suspending belief, as the carrot and the stick)
She removed her apparati as the men approached (illuminati spies and saboteurs, remaining from the last great war.)
He gave up too easily, an deserved to be banned
He had suffered, but his daughter now was a great success, accidental clarity.
Upward and westward, lengthening tendons
Two of one and one of the other
"Wait until you are invited."
Exaggerated temporarily. He eavesdropped but still had no comprehension of their agenda
Two clearly defined models.
She lay the guitar on the grass of the lawn at the front of the house.

Introducing a Paradigm: The Fall

Hyetal memory? Fog upon the River. The Water travels in time
This is now &
There are no secrets she
Traces a shadow of his face cast
In the mirror, in the mirror
Reveals the invisible and shows the divine in the brilliance of a mysterious epiphany...
He never stood
Stood a chance (Don't invitE the bull into the china shop)
Eaten alive, but what did they eat?
She ate...
"You will receive the land as well. The land will
Come with her. The animals were a joke
But they were very serious about the property, and property lines
All straight
"forget all the things you say
I'm out this way
Nevermind humble murmur
Nor moist pockets and kerchiefs"
I came here before
of these two moments, which are sometimes so noticeably interwoven that their co-presence becomes possible at a certain moment of history.
And they were more interested in sensation itself than the objects of that sensation.

"I wanted to bring into our halls the illusion if outdoors."
an unbroken history, and an unending outdoors commenced.

& space
"Come home soon and safe is what I'd say to all of them(, no matter where)."
Place two fingers in the mud.
Neglect not the dawn and
Remember the flower of her journey

28th

Many now say
the sun is setting
Virtual lonely experience,
Plagues, thinking about how to not say it becomes an arrow.
Dragging down on the dirt behind(beneath) you?

Where did she conceal her jewels?
"what gorgeously subMissive tones from the (good) man."
Shrugs her shoulders, who cares, let them in. Quite the contrary...
The well-known engineer and the children who came on the Fourth of July weekend both went about it all wrong. (An attempt as though they'd never heard of it. )
With a plastic bag,
or with a block of clay, or brick,
or a newspaper,
or else a wig,

He was able to
Grab the fly
In mid-air
Hold it long enough for it to buzz its wings against each imploding plane of his hand,
realize there was no escape
And finally be
Crushed to death
Another fly, landed on the front tire of his bicycle as he traced the path of the river, as the wheel rotated, pointing the fly headfirst into the pavement
Upward swiftly, straight toward the Sun
"This slow spider dragging itself towards the light of the moon and that same moonlight, and you and I whispering at the gateway, whispering of eternal things, haven't we already coincided in the past? And won't we happen again on the long road, on this long tremulous road, won't we recur eternally?" N/Z

He was mad at god and she was afraid. In a protective membrane, far from what others may not want eyes upon. to search and hold
Thank goodness no interest or subscription,
Sickly peacock, or hen. Can fly just above the barbwire though.
A suspicious mirror, of distorted vision
From a diabolical object, the Witches collecting convex mirrors, recommending them to painters,
Prior to its present accuracy.
Energies (creatures and beings) captured in stones.
Held and hand closed
Alas bringing forth
an invisible creature
that causes the Death
Of any who
would stand in the way (as an obstacle) of it's holder
Does not reveal the essential point, the figure in question

against settled expectations and projections
 and the suggestion of an aptitude for repair, for fixing, for solving the problem with hands (and tools)
&thus the value increases
Tenfold, from morning to the night (and from night to the dawn)

Utopian glass architecture, everyone speaks with an accent and is understood (even their nick-names)
Emptyingthe vessel completely
Teeth pressed to teeth, front and back
Found the arrowhead as a bright and sudden reflection in the (dark of the) night.

1.
All occasion
earlier, later, louder, and longer
public / private
2.
Intellectual, honorable, accountable
Thinking only of the one blood

"all the women, loving other women, had odd haircuts, which was fine, for all the children were already gone." in a familiar voice, attached to the wrong face, attaché in a paper bag.
Vagueness surrounding, this creates
intense atmosphere
Of disquiet and uncertainty

Digestion is determined so much by thoughts. (our state, at the time.)
...that ends with the castle on fire and a lot of people walking home through the dark woods.
When even God was a child...

Benevolence falsely to avoid the worst of desperation, "I don't know if that's what's going on or not, but it's an interesting theory."
"the responsibility of success or failure weighed heavily upon me"

Since his story climaxes with the artist lost at sea
In this position or in that position
Offhand evergreen, and with no truth whatsoever.
They could read it all and so we were fully in danger.
"privacy is priceless to me..."
Of the night entire
Large blue wing above the inferno, "her gods know us"
"I went to see her
Away back, in the dim distance
Bosoms of our truly hazardous undertaking we were warned"
They met in secret, crafting manifestos (as we speak) using code-words and pseudonyms to avoid disappearing in the night. The newspaper and the printing-press had been burned the fascists could not even know their intentions or ideology. & it was of no matter to them

a weekend of crowns
She kept them apart, never introducing the one to the other, procuring the proper gemstones
Never to be left alone together, the northern wolf enters
& as she does the moon disappears from the ceiling and the corset
Stalks the grounds, teeth gnash a silent fortune

A totem of devotion
And a heart (once beating) into the camera
"through and through"
Atomic
"instead of sitting here, sit there! & demand freedom!"

A mere look, sound, or motion
A mistake or accident
(a want)
The god she has got has so many songs to sing.
Contemplating the distance
As birds that perish within tempests
with eyes of blur, or blue, more often ...unaware if receiving immortality and so unable to collect or exchange. A basket if flowers
Or a bag of rocks,
The flowers filling the bag also
Remember to bring a ten-pound grand piano and unroll a paper Moon (any phase you like)

"what kind of world do we in fact want; and by what means, or paths, are we most likely to get there?"

"Be not deceived. Revolutions do not go backward." 
(y en espanol) "No se dejen engañar. Las revoluciones no ir hacia atrás"

4

You will never be alone in the circle of stone

What did you abandon in sleep and can it be

Reclaimed;?

At the end of your time

The buildings scattered, torn rags, paper garbage

Garbage follows you everywhere, through your centuries

Vertical and horizontal, what was one is now the other

this is your discord, the animals’ harmony

your muscles obsolete carnage & viscera

waxing gibbous

take off your face, give it to all

those dead trees with your transparent hands

occasions past, to turn in, to turn in

for the night, in isolation as the threshold is crossed

until beyond, don’t move from that point and do something to seal, to solidify, to internalize, repeat again when vertical.

treats, treaties, 

Unknown
What he saw is replaced by seeing him
To complete the work, whatever it is: artistic, political (revolutionary) we need to change, Devotion
live without a ruler, free, to be courageous, face up to difficulty, and be together while everyone lives as she or he needs.
I am looking for something we haven't yet found. Practicing creAtivity and singing anarchy...singing creativity And practicing anarchy
Give no portion of your treasure to any crown or throne or capitol and your own country instead with no coin or king or capital. Certainly and obviously not your self. Never


Lost storms, lost dogs
Wild home wild hymn wild him
Who's to blame?
Wild ducks on North American frontier
Back in the rain on your feet.
It has no mouth but it is telling me many things.
2) the way they do grow in that soil in that dust living from. & When they do come our above they are sweet they taste...of celebrating
It gave warmth as he told him the truth
an American said,
"Form to come above He'll
Line of surface horizon soil" atlas
3) in front of her, doing her
Bidding, whatever
Have her her wishes
Parades. It was in our minds what she put there of all ideas
Not that she ever showed, that is for is though alas

Immaculate metallic, precious metals
Urine, crystals, a cave. A different story, watching a movie in the hallway, watchingher I can't be sure.
Of triumph or victory...

Canyon canyon dark dog barking
Breathe deep. Long saint, she was there for androgynous rebellion and American divinity...what did she get?
She does not want done to her what she did visit upon another. Past trespasses willdo haunt. Ghost of bones gnawing themselves.

3

Cleft of teeth, cloven teeth
All animals pagan, no governmentNo houses no schools,Freedom and no possessions How long does it take to forget?How you will look when you are removed from the stomach of A beastI don't give a damn about your chess and am unimpressed by your strategyDon't let them see you with that fly on your cheek lip ear"tell me if anything was ever done...Nature is an infinity of events which have never happened, and have never been experienced."A shadow falls between gnashing teeth as the mouth opens & a shadow fell between them.Where do reality and divinity part, if ever I'd known.On the cusp, mouth open

Two rocks wed to one another, prayingThe fruit of happiness ripened by the sun of desireThe Moon covered in feathersMeconium & mensesLight him on fire once he is saturated with bloodThis is why the shaman was so concerned with transformationYoung man against a background of flames...Was unable to ignore her Red reds or the red cross upon his chestTravellers among mountains meet upon a fertile exchange saliva and fur

An acolyte with probing finger, a magnet and harp or guitar string hand & gut.Marauding and touching the wound with dirt and smoke.Panoramic distortions and astral secrets
no lightsetting, only questions, no answers
 who made what? What made who? &how?
By this time tomorrow I will have to be gone. But tomorrow has never been today, has it?
Loss of information
We know virtually nothing.
Broken glass, I don’t mind
I don’t know, there’s the moon
“Liberty is essential to Creativity”
fearless freedom,
it is the responsibility of the society to support their artists in exploration
in cultivating freedom
there are many impulses for making art (vitality, necessity, because you have to)
and many impulses for freedom, for liberty (what you can get away with, anarchy?, disruption/rebellion
Her hard nipple pressed against the stone
Just a whisper of flesh and texture,
A hair, a single hair moved dust
Hands on stomach, then lifted as they inhaled
Drink the juice of heaven
Before your body is gone birds will consume you, into beak, their feathers carcass-stained
Opposites copulated, thrusting masses forces were male, until snow fell down upon them, silver turned black and the Moon waxed and waned.
Depending on how much is was diluted with water ink could be everything from mist in the valley to a towering mountain