"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.

Lost Dogs (for Gashound)

gashound.blogspot.com

I.

boon of claws

for the guard

guardian of the basement

thoroughly cleaned, on hands and knees

swept, covered in white

“bring the horses in!”

across the bridge

then burn it”

(walking the miles back into the hills)

Stare now in amaze

Count slowly: one, two, three!

Raucously vital, incessant banter

Breast sweat (nipple)

"In Rome they could have teeth like that."

Also known as

Explorers without maps (nor goals) stalk the wilderness

Ancient well into sacred void

Granite ribs & groins

The interior covered with black and white checkerboard

Headed back toward his house, hours & hours

Continued speculating on his youth; negotiating an arc & arch.

We are particularly grateful.

Under the thunder

I don't want to lose you

Even for a  moment even in the night

Heavy muscle momentum 'neath the rose chandelier

It all began with the Greeks

Hope/Help is very far

Forget about it

They always considered themselves white

& the

Center of shadow and darkness is the place for the white woman

Not yellow

Mouth open, he was lying

(snake in the grass)

Hung by his arms

Above the fire

A clock chimes (then ticks) downstairs

Then outside, hours from dawn

Came stalking,

distract, divide, puzzle,

Turn them over, answerless

Repetitious superstitions

Threshold of paradox,

Climax within the spectrum or field

How had she come?

Through unturned earth

Magicked space, inadvertent motion

Pollen in the puddles

"Can I have my keys?"

"I didn't know how she could tell or what."

Dense earth

ForeShortening the distance with a cloud

Her eyes begin to smart and blur

Precision of the precession of the equinoxes

"Less than indulgent

But they take care of things"

"You know why the come here, right?

For the work."

then, following a track to descend

& visible landmarks

Only known before by hearsay

look at and see things without being entrapped by them

On his back &

He on the back

Of the horse &

Them running, the horse's legs

Until a light, a fire, something bright

& them out, ghost gone (skeletal specter)

She was worried, for him

& so she watched the other longer, him as a vessel for her concern

Using it to point to bigger circumstances

He said he would try to be more aware, apologized

He wanted

Her to keep laughing

She ended

Up

Crying naked in the rain

"wait until the other side

& then remain

Longer."

A whip and a flashlight are lightning

"In virtue of its pure change, the primordial flux of experience completely eludes orthodox logical interpretation."

"One sees the things in his work as one wills, but one has seen the work itself only when one has seen the things within it in as many ways as possible."

"Silence might be described as a paradox - amplification of subtle events..."

II.

Lost dogs

in a zealously dirty book called "Witchcraft"

peripheral phenomena, invisible, infinite,

The depth of a shadow

Breath on the window-pane,

polished metal

A room wound with silk

Yellow

He spoke without turning;

He was unskilled at all

Save manipulation and lying

Finding his own advantage at the expense of others

Even those one might care for, consider sacrosanct

So there was nothing to inherit

(predilection for standing up for himself, contrary

Eyes cut straight through by the bottom of the frame

Quiet of the bottom, didn't get there first, looked through without finding

Within a grove, in the agitation of a storm, can be accurately delineated from its picture in the water.

To ensure the swimmer's silent exit, back into the dark from which he first emerged

more recent

Straight leg, long arm

Frolicking from one vessel to another

Brick got caught

 Amid the violence, sounds of wild animals fighting

Too far away for anyone to witness

The Moon falling in dreams, our bed always awaits

Until what is reached, unknown now,

Hardcore present kingdom

(too much obsolete technology)

Converging in the silence

Converging over water (the still Ocean)

Two trajectories, two courses, two ways

Two paths

The proper ions, paper thin, atop

Expectations (she doesn't know why)

Doesn't look like you

His dreams are of a castle,

in the clouds

or at the peak

Of the high mountain

Then stillness again, with the great shadow flying closer

Over and done with finally...onward to Avalon (and beyond)

The seashell landmark, amid the roar.

Their voices able to be heard far off.

"What song is that she sings?"

Beyond or without?

"I didn't want to show him.

He wouldn't look upward enough anyway."

The ladder is placed in the North, then they can move upward.

She had been excited for it until its institutionalization

No benefit, only a rut of predictable disappointments

High drama, melancholic sublime

Some of them will have that

We will be able to

of the dead in slowly under the bridge drum

the breathing of an injured dog

Lake effect storm, horizontal lightning

We will return to Lone Peak

A vision that I am struck by lightning

A vision that I am struck by lightning

A vision that I am hit by lightning

Red blazing in the western sky

stepped closer to the door

Of course

She recognized the name, had played in a band together, with her, drinking milk

Smiling regardless

Running with his mouth open

The dogs hear her vomit and run toward the sound

The killer is ever greeted with a smile

Cutting across all lanes of traffic

The scarlet letter proudly displayed in the window, he desires to remain in a constant state of confusion

Sorrow

No one cares if or when

You were born

(a very sensitive sleeper$)

A man with a fatal gunshot wound, trying to wave to the crowd

Grinding your way through these long useless works

Read the green book

Protected to the death by beautiful young woman

"hungrier'n  Hell"

A canyon in the very back, furthest background

Away in the same situation.

Crashed in the trees, the window must be prepared, so the window repairers arrive, and leave, just before they do.

Carrying a great amount of water with them, all through the day.

Finally seen & known as warm by them...

I've found you, I'll go on with you.

Blackened with it, kissing the tips of her fingers

Light of the Sun

Broken in the turning spokes and oblique horse shadow

Shadows of the wheel, over the stones turning and turning

Germinal silence, long before the history of human's dreams

Sunlight glaring on blood (star falls)

Paper blown in the wind, then blown again

Far enough and all the roads end

Fair hope (providence or mercy?)

Her hair cascading over her thighs

You can ask anybody

35th - T

Towards solitude Across nothing Emerges out of the oblivion of the distance We very quickly lose track of just where that truth exists With nothing to rely on except her instincts Brave mysteries contest Suddenly this Winter (She is) one of our most extraordinary Interlude (supple, sublime) a seed beneath the snow Many thank (you)s Reddish dark The center of the universe Descends below Inevitably ends / inevitable ending Bold & ambitious Claws Hammer Roses Shovel Scent Nose, nose, nose Maskless Always something... Staring Paradise Portrait of her among the flowers Ballad Imaginative possibility Present-tense Inescapable dilemmas Teeth A very long rope Sarcophagi Sincere praise (The story doesn't matter.) space around time between Sudden isolation "What might get us somewhere?" by the river (on the other side of the river) Close to the spirit Animals sadly attend All previous discussion (a printed reproduction of an ancient mask) Drifts into abstraction... Fossil "Is it here?" Dissection Appreciate what's difficult Amorous birds of prey Combinations of solutions Perhaps even deeper At the very bottom Where secrets are guarded Central cores Cacophonous Magnified disintegration Demonstration of strength always something to devour Flare of unbridled fury (into) something perpetual Crafting of fierce scenes Irredeemable If you don't... Try to remain The end (is unrecognizable) Wooden weapons In the year(s) of the comet In that year it was ignited In that year it was buried Underscored Instability "Great things are born of great struggles!" Tower as a vortex Its execution presented another level of challenge Vividly Vivify Great flesh explosion Chandelier One night of queen Confessional Please care (distanced/bloodless "He's a liar!") Making secrets out of what nobody wants anyway Periscope, Telescope, Microscope He was not forgotten. a box containing (placed directly atop the tailbone) Wild oaths Sustained and extensive attention Absorbed from the atmosphere Secret creature Beneath the table Beneath the chair Under the stairs Masculine flowers Lightning Thereafter Please answer my letter Mineral fruit A bearded god Until finally Terribly straightforward Entrance of the canal (the channel) "Everything I say is abstract." "I'm warning you This is my last existence." March through the illusion "...like flaring candles that a mysterious wind blows out..." brick, barbed-wire, & young horses the cults worship whatever they want ritual shapes, from the forge space without fear of punishment invisible repetition “We express our existential self…” the operations are without mistake, denial to be observed primetime dancing there no brief trauma deadwood, a very small temple carved there (avarice) apple shovel arrowhead in the grass all dead ends, a depression remains after the deposition a very brief death a path appears, they followed both hands atop their heads using fingers to open eyes very wide Salt Dust Snow SALT DUST SNOW

30th

...or had the palace moment already existed?
Ruin on veins of marble
"it's the site of a baptism you know, the universal marvel."
plastered with feathers, the volume of her laugh
Increased drastically with familiarity,
Somewhere ripe in tease,
She formulates, taken up into the domes of baroque begs to be entered for its depth and touched
for its bodiliness
She moves between the borders,
Upon feasts and misfortune
"just as much, if not more."
Skeleton of topography, a vivid space
Looking there too
 to nor even know the extent of their glances, but how the hips do come together, in maturation
The feathers joined

Sustained desire, endless hunger, confidence and enthusiasm

Information - Feedback
Interpretation - Participation -Attention - Experience
(swift invisible glance
Toward desire)
lived on the future
Laughed too much
Though they were
Far more complex than who they may have desired or listed after & toward


Confronted by eagles,
and then fossils, ornamented by time (heat and pressure)
the diamond won.
Hands clasped, not in prayer; but to conceal erect nipples.
Which was a kind of prayer
She watched them, and wondered, wondering
"But how much is fantasy worth?" asked the Watcher
"doing his thing," that he's a winner. Otherwise who needs him?

&thus he was named a "dangerous enemy" of the establishment
An enthusiastic gospel following the inviting and encounter
Of a feeling
(veiled with vestiges of the past)
The tongue is tone-sure
Later they will restore it, it lives by it's legend, not by anything else.
Require Features

She waited but he did not arrive
She was reminded of her father's departure and enquired about his destination.
She true to conceal one of her eyes.
Majestic proportions and classic objects
Put in a frame, so as not to cause any interference or distortion. Eventually, anyway despite, they were dancing in the museum's ruins
Naked in the rotunda
Exalted space of first delight, between huge columns
Supporting the collapsed
Ceiling, why it had to happen, Forge of unmistakable expectation
(Four walls, light coming in from above, two doors, one for those (fortunes)coming in, the other for those going out.)
Earthy sounds from marble chords
& the sky's revelation a chorus!
"Therefore we have finally built real walls."

"Can you declare that your longings have found permanent embodiment?"
Cravings without apologies, transformation through matter and will. Spiraling as though toward
The center of a labyrinth
the monumental frame for ineffable rituals

"Was it like burnt candy? Or like rotten cake?" getting on the train
Sleeping on the wild grass
Through binoculars, acquire
Instinct from time immemorial, at the equinox.
There is red in the eyes and a reddening of sensitive fleshes, at the equinox. Feeding and feeding, raw and tender...
Heard through the walls and savages drinking blood from the center-pole, at the equinox.
Imperial invading armies
& sleeping on the ground, in the dirt.

...and many of them are dancers ("Well you may be a lover, but you ain't no dancer!")
Aren't they? "Aren't they just."
Revealed simply the back
Or mass with momentum, or suddenly until a bounce
(and he, continually looking away
and for good reason)

...did not live to see the fulfillment of his darkest predictions...

tunneled completely through

the apple, what have you

and left wanting,

a sky above and below

through a microscope into the cells, into the atoms even,

so what?

“the ten children,” she said

“and another one on the way, that makes eleven.”

“Are you two studying?”

dirty & hairy, thank you

a door opened suddenly, let the young girls scream

muddy saliva

until the hourglass is broken

Long Ritual

not fallen, but disappeared

and observed, through the water

to the bottom.

Their hair was poorly cut and they were very angry

so they lit it on fire. (whatever)

“Are they the same in both locations?

The same device? There.”

horned beast, tear the silver into sheets

as long as the arm or as long as the body, as long as the being

asmany years

as many hairs

each one a sheet, a plane, not a line

the dream of the roaming herd, the field dreaming

the nets must be larger until

the face and the obscuration, twice as large

cooked twice

the most she had ever been told by another man

to associate the right things correctly.

The wolves were in the church, or the castle

great snarling beasts, teeth gnashing,

tangle wood, the bracken and the briar

long tongues dangling, hanging. And they panting with effort of destruction and devouring

blood, saliva, inconsiderate, all thrones toppled

corners broken, torn paper, grand carnivores!

with a fist and claws

“Does something move? Is there actually something that moves, from here to there? Like a paper airplane?”

lessons of sphinx cliffs

contact,

end the

end the

bless you angry desperate children

courageous and honorable you are

(with breast torn and eyes burning,

with bandanas and flags and banners

idealism and hope,

captured in the street, captured in the night,

broadcast full of eggs and grabbed

& the flag raised

& the flag raised

& the flag rose, victory rose

“Coordinate as many things at once as possible at all times!”

reveille for radicals