America,
Why are you asking me for money, America?
You don't even have any money.
The governments have no money and the banks have no money, or so they say...
Many can still afford tanks and jets and not to care.
Do you care, America?
Sometimes I just don't know. All the news is bad, every day, and there is a lot of news.
Do you read the news, America? Or do you know something I don't know.
America, they can't even play basketball.
Everyone is too greedy, even children. Were you a greedy child, America?
I just wanted to love my mom, when I was a boy.
Mother Nature has got me pussy-whipped and honey-dipped. And shining
like a great sun! An epic star burning in infinity! You know what I
mean, America?
I read the news every night. Murder and sports and movie stars and no
one has any money. But everyone is born into infinite wealth and
absolute freedom. They just don't know or never knew or forgot.
Isn't that what you told me, America?
Where are your witches? Where are your megafauna and primeval forests?
Where are your longhairs and where are your astronauts going.
I've been told where the aliens come from.
They're afraid to meet someone on the street with a nuclear weapon strapped to them
I'm not
Afraid of anything, America
I can't afford to be
America, "I don't have any money."
You can never have enough money and power
How in the hell can I escape this bloody economy?
Let me out, or else.
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Showing posts with label sun. Show all posts
Thursday, April 28, 2016
Tuesday, February 2, 2016
the resultant offspring
the resultant offspring (bright white, wish for her own cottage, and acknowledgment in the morning, before bed)
ambitious new talents
faceless conspiracies vs. great dictators
heuristics
a ventriloquist who hears voices
bare ruined choirs, where late, the sweet birds sing
(something that is not form) & Form
fusion synergy
master plan flexible
imagination without end (limit)
using magic as their entry-point
magical, incomprehensible area of radically other space, an enigmatic (and dangerous) space of otherness
intensifying noncoincidences,
transcends mystical tigers in the silence of the night,
...in which a post-civilized Earth offers only the most abundant and riotous purely organic imagery, the cultural and artificial having long since vanished.
There is nothing to match the splendor of the Sun's red sword, slashing for the first time through our millennial gloom!
"Their exuberant and wild fecundity promised the inevitable victory of nature — a nature which is fertile, democratic, and free. Nature has never seemed more beautiful than in her destruction of tyranny!"
a spider (lithe, quick, thin and black) is captured with a slip of fine paper and a cocktail glass and released onto the grave of a fish, uncontested champion
analogous moments of mystery, narrative rather than descriptive,
meaning synchronous with experience,
banner waving
the animal holding its plumage up into the wind
gratuitous complication of existence, right?
complications of fusion, participatory fantasy, this reference is no less confusing,
Sequence of events designed to be as unintelligible as possible
until ultimate conspiracy revealed? noting the opposite, in the frozen and chaotic results, the landscape itself speaking a kind of glossolalia.
becoming dematerializing
refrangible
Prudent Miracle
(an outlaw and surrounded by impenetrable mystery...)
salubrious Janus
indestructible magnanimity,
the front of the stage, from where the figures speak, is plunged into darkness, and the space from where the figures come into the frame, light and attention focused,
even in a gesture or a wink, everything is calculated yet swift and instantaneous
Apparently, therefore, the so-called protagonist discovers something which we know already, within a cognitive & puzzle-solving form where we ourselves come to learn something new.
(In joy we learnt the secrets of the wild.)
a self that hasn't been touched before
strata, softly, precisely, then one atop another, a very large space, another layer remembered, tying up, together, loose ends
they drift towards destruction at the South Pole, which they imagine as an open spinning vortex of eternity, its walls of ice "a gigantic amphitheater, the summit of whose walls is lost in the darkness and the distance."
this only endures a few days or a few weeks or a month,
the roaring circle of ice
— or, like a volcano; drawing magic circles in the soil, pouring perfume in the fire, and spinning the pentacle,
the composite passion is somewhat more obscure, attempting, as it is, to name something of which we are not conventionally aware currently
illicit commingling of material and enthusiasm
deepening gulfs between the worlds, canyons, a breathtaking dive into
nothing is really the stage of human habitat
dramatic conclusions
drastic conclusions
[which can only be appreciated when read after midnight "in the house of an amiable woman" while holding a print illustrating the structure held in one's hand.]
ambitious new talents
faceless conspiracies vs. great dictators
heuristics
a ventriloquist who hears voices
bare ruined choirs, where late, the sweet birds sing
(something that is not form) & Form
fusion synergy
master plan flexible
imagination without end (limit)
using magic as their entry-point
magical, incomprehensible area of radically other space, an enigmatic (and dangerous) space of otherness
intensifying noncoincidences,
transcends mystical tigers in the silence of the night,
...in which a post-civilized Earth offers only the most abundant and riotous purely organic imagery, the cultural and artificial having long since vanished.
There is nothing to match the splendor of the Sun's red sword, slashing for the first time through our millennial gloom!
"Their exuberant and wild fecundity promised the inevitable victory of nature — a nature which is fertile, democratic, and free. Nature has never seemed more beautiful than in her destruction of tyranny!"
a spider (lithe, quick, thin and black) is captured with a slip of fine paper and a cocktail glass and released onto the grave of a fish, uncontested champion
analogous moments of mystery, narrative rather than descriptive,
meaning synchronous with experience,
banner waving
the animal holding its plumage up into the wind
gratuitous complication of existence, right?
complications of fusion, participatory fantasy, this reference is no less confusing,
Sequence of events designed to be as unintelligible as possible
until ultimate conspiracy revealed? noting the opposite, in the frozen and chaotic results, the landscape itself speaking a kind of glossolalia.
becoming dematerializing
refrangible
Prudent Miracle
(an outlaw and surrounded by impenetrable mystery...)
salubrious Janus
indestructible magnanimity,
the front of the stage, from where the figures speak, is plunged into darkness, and the space from where the figures come into the frame, light and attention focused,
even in a gesture or a wink, everything is calculated yet swift and instantaneous
Apparently, therefore, the so-called protagonist discovers something which we know already, within a cognitive & puzzle-solving form where we ourselves come to learn something new.
(In joy we learnt the secrets of the wild.)
a self that hasn't been touched before
strata, softly, precisely, then one atop another, a very large space, another layer remembered, tying up, together, loose ends
they drift towards destruction at the South Pole, which they imagine as an open spinning vortex of eternity, its walls of ice "a gigantic amphitheater, the summit of whose walls is lost in the darkness and the distance."
this only endures a few days or a few weeks or a month,
the roaring circle of ice
— or, like a volcano; drawing magic circles in the soil, pouring perfume in the fire, and spinning the pentacle,
the composite passion is somewhat more obscure, attempting, as it is, to name something of which we are not conventionally aware currently
illicit commingling of material and enthusiasm
deepening gulfs between the worlds, canyons, a breathtaking dive into
nothing is really the stage of human habitat
dramatic conclusions
drastic conclusions
[which can only be appreciated when read after midnight "in the house of an amiable woman" while holding a print illustrating the structure held in one's hand.]
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
Out Into the Geometry
out into the geometry
so far from
the original residue, no residue remaining
which alone — until time re-enters,
Was what was making things possible again.
What it was which did break
must have been what she
when it broke all had to be begun again.
Any change, any new chance, had to be toward Earth
not, not across.
Inside of the world she says.
Narrator: we're coming to get you.
the sky a silver dissonance
the sun is silent
All the Earth (&, for that matter, as far as that goes, the whole universe, entire) necessary for a feather to fall, a falling (fastest flight, the way a falcon captures prey)
also an escape, definitely jumping
this antiquated too much nostalgia rush?
bringing sugar to the mother,& returning from with
"the plot is spoiled"
"They were inside my heart for twelve hours."
he should be embarrassed, well beyond that, might doze off or drop dead mid-sentence.
the chandelier, buried. the scrap metal, beneath the arbor, intended for an insulting boundary.
colors' locations confused and forgotten. unable to cross the span of the house, when does he expects to be able to, and leaving soon, retreating in quantity and quality, the always untenable cost.
preference or history or accident (bringing to)
ramifies beyond the scope of any prediction.
(enjoining this condition upon the future by a simple "therefore")
contrapuntal anthems and manifestos to the
attack of the mile high psychotic star ship, spectacular intergalactic battles, industrial conquistadors who would claim our future as their colony, tyrant that is saved from the necessity of killing bearers of bad news because it lives at the center of a maze in which bearers of bad news are lost before they can arrive.
Anthemanifestos continue to be necessary,
They tell me you can judge a man by his enemies
They are the sworn enemies of a hero that doesn't even exist yet.
tell me what you've found and be patient.
no idea the price
make them monumental too, more still ecological
(comprehending a ground, looking vastly around and far ahead)
beware the wrath of apocalypse,
zero or degree & infinity
tattoo, right and left shoulder, respectively.
plus classic mom. heroic effort
if (every day) a couple more hours
then this also, this also, this also...
to indicate the beginning of another idea, Shelter
(also meta-architecture
the small cursive structures,
or crystalline, crystallography, of course,
The cave
it could have been the lair of an animal,
or a beast, comes near to taste ambrosia or nectar, incomprehensible therefore voiceless,
by themselves, in a far off place, they'll never speak his name again.
won't be able to...
if the Sun is so strong
... in what shall continue, increasingly, to be of interest, to both
(primordial...and so consequent
no matter what )
possible and useful
we move in the widest possible anywhere ( narrative,
if
any thing said could
move this an inch or two,
(I would scream it as loudly as I could forever, until voice gone)
gravity,
The sky lay on the still water, flat, and subtle undulation
the wind is pushing the clouds along, and us,
the eyes; desert, or smelling of the sound of rain
the songs she wished to live
the last moments of a memory, witness caught in the thorns of just above the ground, everyone watching and with their stealth moves, tying ribbons around, wrapping banners around, everyone screaming, a point in a very long black field, like clear water in a pool painted black.
then smashed into the road, as a puddle, long bent water gleaming in after wet weather, veil of negative ions between, until wind lifts the feathers the wing, a hanging lake of black
and the brains smashed so completely into the asphalt, so well that they can't be lifted, thus must remain, All of the feathers are gathered
though, placed beneath and beneath for mourning, everyone a screaming, some advice; learn to fly, one bird, two eyes...
purple rain, starscape, bizarre mystery cube,
Mother Nature? Devil's delight,
Barking clouds, generous with his compliments, in the days before, behind the waterfall
Usufruct,
all the firmament
all the universe turning, spinning (again & again, eternal) so as to
combine, the definitive relationships are interdependent (amongst plus between plus within and within)
future and or destiny in a shallow unquiet grave.
Vacation or crisis, not yet sensitive enough
a gully washes through, the berm and then the hill, following the ditch
a hawk on course toward the scree... acres described
now the Orchard
clean fruit
the fruit gains more sugar in time
the air is subtly cooler, barely, because it is moving
a field perpetually on the edge of chaos
chess on the hill ("on the mountaintop") during the revolution
either way it is the end of both, trivial
Classically unexpected / should have known
I remember anatomy, an unexpected turn,
participating in the exploration of what was previously unknown, the prosaic ground,
(parallel history never written to the end)
Never hide yourself unless concealment is complete.
deep in landscape and always sinking further back, always at the point of being lost (passionate agility of the living)
she is beneath the piano, on her back, laying
and she hits the hard black underbelly three times.
...next lunar impact
Everyone else is already outside (having ever entered?) carrying out the operation in full daylight
the final image
of the muse
shaking out her long hair
at the window
just above the fertile dirt
so far from
the original residue, no residue remaining
which alone — until time re-enters,
Was what was making things possible again.
What it was which did break
must have been what she
when it broke all had to be begun again.
Any change, any new chance, had to be toward Earth
not, not across.
Inside of the world she says.
Narrator: we're coming to get you.
the sky a silver dissonance
the sun is silent
All the Earth (&, for that matter, as far as that goes, the whole universe, entire) necessary for a feather to fall, a falling (fastest flight, the way a falcon captures prey)
also an escape, definitely jumping
this antiquated too much nostalgia rush?
bringing sugar to the mother,& returning from with
"the plot is spoiled"
"They were inside my heart for twelve hours."
he should be embarrassed, well beyond that, might doze off or drop dead mid-sentence.
the chandelier, buried. the scrap metal, beneath the arbor, intended for an insulting boundary.
colors' locations confused and forgotten. unable to cross the span of the house, when does he expects to be able to, and leaving soon, retreating in quantity and quality, the always untenable cost.
preference or history or accident (bringing to)
ramifies beyond the scope of any prediction.
(enjoining this condition upon the future by a simple "therefore")
contrapuntal anthems and manifestos to the
attack of the mile high psychotic star ship, spectacular intergalactic battles, industrial conquistadors who would claim our future as their colony, tyrant that is saved from the necessity of killing bearers of bad news because it lives at the center of a maze in which bearers of bad news are lost before they can arrive.
Anthemanifestos continue to be necessary,
They tell me you can judge a man by his enemies
They are the sworn enemies of a hero that doesn't even exist yet.
tell me what you've found and be patient.
no idea the price
make them monumental too, more still ecological
(comprehending a ground, looking vastly around and far ahead)
beware the wrath of apocalypse,
zero or degree & infinity
tattoo, right and left shoulder, respectively.
plus classic mom. heroic effort
if (every day) a couple more hours
then this also, this also, this also...
to indicate the beginning of another idea, Shelter
(also meta-architecture
the small cursive structures,
or crystalline, crystallography, of course,
The cave
it could have been the lair of an animal,
or a beast, comes near to taste ambrosia or nectar, incomprehensible therefore voiceless,
by themselves, in a far off place, they'll never speak his name again.
won't be able to...
if the Sun is so strong
... in what shall continue, increasingly, to be of interest, to both
(primordial...and so consequent
no matter what )
possible and useful
we move in the widest possible anywhere ( narrative,
if
any thing said could
move this an inch or two,
(I would scream it as loudly as I could forever, until voice gone)
gravity,
The sky lay on the still water, flat, and subtle undulation
the wind is pushing the clouds along, and us,
the eyes; desert, or smelling of the sound of rain
the songs she wished to live
the last moments of a memory, witness caught in the thorns of just above the ground, everyone watching and with their stealth moves, tying ribbons around, wrapping banners around, everyone screaming, a point in a very long black field, like clear water in a pool painted black.
then smashed into the road, as a puddle, long bent water gleaming in after wet weather, veil of negative ions between, until wind lifts the feathers the wing, a hanging lake of black
and the brains smashed so completely into the asphalt, so well that they can't be lifted, thus must remain, All of the feathers are gathered
though, placed beneath and beneath for mourning, everyone a screaming, some advice; learn to fly, one bird, two eyes...
purple rain, starscape, bizarre mystery cube,
Mother Nature? Devil's delight,
Barking clouds, generous with his compliments, in the days before, behind the waterfall
Usufruct,
all the firmament
all the universe turning, spinning (again & again, eternal) so as to
combine, the definitive relationships are interdependent (amongst plus between plus within and within)
future and or destiny in a shallow unquiet grave.
Vacation or crisis, not yet sensitive enough
a gully washes through, the berm and then the hill, following the ditch
a hawk on course toward the scree... acres described
now the Orchard
clean fruit
the fruit gains more sugar in time
the air is subtly cooler, barely, because it is moving
a field perpetually on the edge of chaos
chess on the hill ("on the mountaintop") during the revolution
either way it is the end of both, trivial
Classically unexpected / should have known
I remember anatomy, an unexpected turn,
participating in the exploration of what was previously unknown, the prosaic ground,
(parallel history never written to the end)
Never hide yourself unless concealment is complete.
deep in landscape and always sinking further back, always at the point of being lost (passionate agility of the living)
she is beneath the piano, on her back, laying
and she hits the hard black underbelly three times.
...next lunar impact
Everyone else is already outside (having ever entered?) carrying out the operation in full daylight
the final image
of the muse
shaking out her long hair
at the window
just above the fertile dirt
Saturday, November 17, 2012
Set aflame and consumed thereby for Gashound
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Set aflame and consumed thereby
If he is going to ask questions he must also listen I the answers
Accepting the condition of total visibility
World's greatest actor & liar
She's still trying to figure things out
"I know someone who can."
He has all the materials
He needs to put it together
Though she won't say exactly what
"This isn't even what I do anyway,
though I wish I had both forms."
Red birds, a pair, from two perspectives
Fingernails in the ashes
A migration, a distinct aim, accented,
One pressing the other again(st)
As though retaining. Despite being embedded, or subtly ejected beyond
Blue curve crossing a grey line, blue over into the gray
River cut slant-wise, diagonal, serpentine back-and-forth
Across the freeway
Experiences of the flesh, moments of the sonata, glimmering of the luminous field
We never catch sight of each other...
Movement is such that it would take extraordinary luck
A mass held, gyrating
On how many axis?
"I hear you have a lot of friends..."
Cause of the uncanny
The stone too heavy to lift
"What kinds of skeletons?"
buried together
(retreats to her bones)
He has an enormous tongue
So he licks her and licks her
His tongue is as tall as she
Pressing both horizons
Two hands, pressed together at the palms
closed off in the tight hold of an all-encompassing grip
Circular axis
Time is critical, ever-growing picture
Increasing polarization and contradictions, an ever-growing paradox
"Not much chance of that."
"You've been fighting it ever since."
Always a few inches longer
Than the father
Can't even remember.
"It's almost Winter
Put on the fat
Wrap it around, drape it over"
One more
One more
One more
"I am all alone."
Very much lost, all that can't be recollected
Felt and ball bearings on the
Flooded basement (floor), the iconic vista crumbles down, scree
Alas, realizing the loss
Returns nothing
Only endless echo, ringing
From horizon to horizon
Pressing both opposite walls
Ride into the Sun
It's hard to live in the light
"Whose sphere is the infinite
The mystery of the sublime
Of space and energy"
& biological force
"You've been fighting it ever since."
In tatters before
The infinite drunken dream
A flag fluttering
Where time ends
accuracy as to pierce one arrow, midair, with another
redirected flight
To express the loss of time
cold crystallography,
without a plan, none possible, all impossible
Rise out of and fall back into the sea
Hissing snake,
balancing on the tips of its forked tongue, outstretched
She suggests another, of two serpents a circle formed
An act of swallowing its material genesis
Down the throat deep
How high birds fly
In stochastic migration
"I've got no chance
Of losing this time..."
Fed the ghost sugar
Crude clay sugar bowl
Left by the door, over night, a week or more
Still an unidentified roaring passed the window
& unable to orient
Folded habitation
Should have sent this sooner, eavesdropping further she still doesn't quite catch anymore
"The question is what inspires the flight in the first place?"
Never laugh at anyone else's joke ever again
humming
Many many sad catastrophes
Say her name one-hundred times each day
and no wraith, only loving embrace
Is this dramatic or natural?
Romantic?
at home dreaming
Of bombings and kidnappings
The hurricane and the wildfire arrive anyway
Two soft voices, speak of imperfection
From the end of the long hall, in the rear of the museum
Dust blown
and so strewn
merely
Merely erodes, in the friction
Between solid matter and amorphous fluids
Silently, single-file, shadows long
High above the river
No one could dream harder, open the back, then a dance in four parts
Promising something else
Obviously revealed, let known, made known
Forgotten counter-history
Sound of an echoing pendulum
Stallion with cloven hooves
Ride into the night, ride into the night
Riding into the night
Ride on through the night
Galloping
Onward to victory in the void, to ascend, unbending
Over gold, over silver, over oil
Unvanquished stallion
Under the hollow earth, each direction upward
"Even the strongest must eventually bow"
(and the bow is what launches the arrow)
Set aflame and consumed thereby
If he is going to ask questions he must also listen I the answers
Accepting the condition of total visibility
World's greatest actor & liar
She's still trying to figure things out
"I know someone who can."
He has all the materials
He needs to put it together
Though she won't say exactly what
"This isn't even what I do anyway,
though I wish I had both forms."
Red birds, a pair, from two perspectives
Fingernails in the ashes
A migration, a distinct aim, accented,
One pressing the other again(st)
As though retaining. Despite being embedded, or subtly ejected beyond
Blue curve crossing a grey line, blue over into the gray
River cut slant-wise, diagonal, serpentine back-and-forth
Across the freeway
Experiences of the flesh, moments of the sonata, glimmering of the luminous field
We never catch sight of each other...
Movement is such that it would take extraordinary luck
A mass held, gyrating
On how many axis?
"I hear you have a lot of friends..."
Cause of the uncanny
The stone too heavy to lift
"What kinds of skeletons?"
buried together
(retreats to her bones)
He has an enormous tongue
So he licks her and licks her
His tongue is as tall as she
Pressing both horizons
Two hands, pressed together at the palms
closed off in the tight hold of an all-encompassing grip
Circular axis
Time is critical, ever-growing picture
Increasing polarization and contradictions, an ever-growing paradox
"Not much chance of that."
"You've been fighting it ever since."
Always a few inches longer
Than the father
Can't even remember.
"It's almost Winter
Put on the fat
Wrap it around, drape it over"
One more
One more
One more
"I am all alone."
Very much lost, all that can't be recollected
Felt and ball bearings on the
Flooded basement (floor), the iconic vista crumbles down, scree
Alas, realizing the loss
Returns nothing
Only endless echo, ringing
From horizon to horizon
Pressing both opposite walls
Ride into the Sun
It's hard to live in the light
"Whose sphere is the infinite
The mystery of the sublime
Of space and energy"
& biological force
"You've been fighting it ever since."
In tatters before
The infinite drunken dream
A flag fluttering
Where time ends
accuracy as to pierce one arrow, midair, with another
redirected flight
To express the loss of time
cold crystallography,
without a plan, none possible, all impossible
Rise out of and fall back into the sea
Hissing snake,
balancing on the tips of its forked tongue, outstretched
She suggests another, of two serpents a circle formed
An act of swallowing its material genesis
Down the throat deep
How high birds fly
In stochastic migration
"I've got no chance
Of losing this time..."
Fed the ghost sugar
Crude clay sugar bowl
Left by the door, over night, a week or more
Still an unidentified roaring passed the window
& unable to orient
Folded habitation
Should have sent this sooner, eavesdropping further she still doesn't quite catch anymore
"The question is what inspires the flight in the first place?"
Never laugh at anyone else's joke ever again
humming
Many many sad catastrophes
Say her name one-hundred times each day
and no wraith, only loving embrace
Is this dramatic or natural?
Romantic?
at home dreaming
Of bombings and kidnappings
The hurricane and the wildfire arrive anyway
Two soft voices, speak of imperfection
From the end of the long hall, in the rear of the museum
Dust blown
and so strewn
merely
Merely erodes, in the friction
Between solid matter and amorphous fluids
Silently, single-file, shadows long
High above the river
No one could dream harder, open the back, then a dance in four parts
Promising something else
Obviously revealed, let known, made known
Forgotten counter-history
Sound of an echoing pendulum
Stallion with cloven hooves
Ride into the night, ride into the night
Riding into the night
Ride on through the night
Galloping
Onward to victory in the void, to ascend, unbending
Over gold, over silver, over oil
Unvanquished stallion
Under the hollow earth, each direction upward
"Even the strongest must eventually bow"
(and the bow is what launches the arrow)
Thursday, November 17, 2011
November 17th, 2011
#6
damn it (hungering)
is there any end, to…
Whose bad dreams are these?
when far worse is bought?
Suns call, reach from the abyss
pierce, penetrate, and caress
He climbed the pole, ascended
with strong embraces and stronger lift and pull
unkempt and savage, with sweet tooth
nearly out of view, almost in the cloud
#7
a bird wails across the dream
the Moon is a gaping hole
we are a water molecule in a thunderstorm
lightning is the daughter
and the finale
“I cannot sing and know no stories.”
Added for the centaur or Minotaur
& what could not appear
Three innocent eyes,
the resurrection unseen
You cannot
Disengaged lost in space
Insomnia until the spade is lifted high above head
Rugged spreading form, unfoldable houseplant
And eye have and the glimmer of a prism when her makeup was smEaring on the dagger
The residue of Atrocity. Blinking in the long cold morning. Many mistakes in the promise and void.
Bipedal
As soon as he came down to what happened, murmuring
Weave, braid
Into a rope of aligning
The fur finds its way out eventually.
"...in a perfect creation, nothing created was ever intended to disappear."
Hiding in a line
In the radiance of the fresh snow
to the North
Interregna, sagitta, "I follow you, to the fossils, wherever you can go, I will walk..." said the burning sheet of paper
Owls in the bell tower,
Owls in the bells,
lose the ways to the past, trying to get through, in ashes since
Before reaching the hearth
Anima
Bricoleur and arcanum
The nymph fairy pining
Away into the rock wall of a cave, cursed by a jealous animal and disappointed by her love for the mirror.
Pines to skin and bone... The blood vanishes into the air, from veins...the voice remains
Flesh and tree are turned to stone.
which sweeps in all directions down the slopes
The scree
Primeval
#8
In Winter light, they made
No jokes about him, not even about his death
Above the crashing
Of stone and metal (lightning!)
"Get out of here
All the way!" she screamed
there is was or goes or will go eventually
bones beneath the dirt, the underground
the underground
who did that?
I did it my self.
did you Do that your self?
Yes I did it my self
Obsidian pointing, quoted, she brought the candles from the box, placing them upon the altar with eyes wide
initiate holes in the veil, get that medicine
on a Sabbath or secretly, in spells and incantations, nothing but the skull to protect them
Taken on the journey until lost in the blur, the forthright burden carried
she had been captive, suddenly feathered, after the jump many jewels and all of them pleased to see her, to stand beside her, for the hull was full,
"Kept under the table, why do you walk that way?" unseen through the smoke
"Naughty is necessarily naked?"
"I will be ancient!
I will be ancient!
I will be ancient!"
"Hold all prayers away from him!"
& then he was hurt
a black snake in the wound
upon the brown soil
the serpent a bowl inverted
omega finally
they all became sick to death
the longarm and the deep cut, clearcut
attempting to please, please with honey and berries
all over the television while she looked at him, "that way, that close to it"
her hands covered with feathers
cascade crystalline as it fell from the cliff or canyon on high
That thin, that wild mercury sound. It's metallic and bright gold.
psychedelic, kaleidoscopic, hallucinatory masterpiece. with a single master, authentic
"This is calamity."
They were telling them about everything
"Can you recognize this or not?"
With the spine and the heart there
Her voice at the festival, "Appreciate all the liberty."
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
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