Showing posts with label void. Show all posts
Showing posts with label void. Show all posts

Friday, July 1, 2016

Litany outtakes SWP 2016


(The) Epic
Trilogy

hair
head
Brain
face
torso
Heart
arms
hands
genitals
thighs
legs
feet

cleft
cliff
canyon
division
(incision)
border
scar

hole
void
space

flower
bell
scribble
blanket
flashlight

moisture
honey
aroma
bouquet
Crystal
romance

spiderweb
internet
Technology
library
stage
spirit level
ladder
compass
flag
banner
hoody
cassette
beer
penny
Salt
Neon
plastic
(Copper)
(Glass)

battery
gas - can
molot -
ov cocktail
camera
radio
geode
field
web
spine
core
bricks
thermom -
eter
candle

Bindweed
Siberian Elm
Dandelion

Fire -
works
cons -
tellation
satellite
Drone

fortress
clock (hourglass)
skull
tattoo
Hawk
Falcon

structural porosity,
fictional
encryption
temporal leakage,
perverse topology)
formal horror,
numerical incursion
Chaos
4th dimens-ion(al)
cloud

Universe
Finale

The End

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Set aflame and consumed thereby for Gashound

gashound.blogspot.com

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)

Monday, November 1, 2010

6

 

Horizontal frontier & Anarchic harmony
Less like an object and more like the weather. Where are the boundaries? Where is the center of weather?
When he points down, that will be the middle.
How many directions can your attention be in go in simultaneously. faithful to and revelatory of
Everyone on their own horse,
riding toward the cataclysm ? or paradise
Hatred Mountain

It is industry and government that have caused a vast majority of the environmental crisis. Despite this, They now try to put the responsibility and blame on the people.
A much more sophisticated level of control.
To control what people do, or how. Make the product more expensive, while saving them money.

Many scales and levels of pollution
Show your wound. (don’t conceal) Show your wound.
Don’t allow the material crisis to distract you from the spiritual crisis. Don’t allow the material crisis to distract you from the spiritual crisis. Don’t allow the imaginary to distract you from the real. Don’t allow the real to distract you from the imaginary.
Have your dream. Promising nothing.
Time to be surprised. (do you have time? did you make time?)
Responsibility for your own acts. The making of meaning.  What new questions can be asked?

I believe this disproves my existence., does she? To year zero, I have no idea(s) everyone else does.
you can see if it is the first or something after
holding so tight, when anyone else is around, hold tight, hold it together, hold it up. & do you & how could I? Try. 

You just got your wish
Your wish just got you



Why were they young? & where were they from?
Why don't you come out and help?
Some benefit from the inward movement of energy Implosion all alone. Look onto the clouds, look into
Conjugation of bold faith and heart as evening draws in.
Those who feel they have something to teAch and those who feel they have something to learn have the right and responsibility to come together. "Aura" from object/product to person. I feel it is important now to appearapproachmeet with nothing in order to get closer to people to make contact.
There may be things to come of which we cannot dream. Thee gold of a
Thousand mornings.
A feeling of awe for what we as humans should be. The difference between ideology and knowledge.
Atavistic clairvoyance...the surrounding vessel

Anarchitecture
Anarchetype
Trilateral creed creed chaos and instability solved with a fascist militaristic government. Nixon was doingit in Central America, contras and dictators.
Oh rebels. Oh. Oh anarchists. "You win all the time."
 "It's true." Look for direct personal contact with the actual facts and events & experiences in the surrounding embracing world.
It's rare but it's true.
Find your way to the spirit through your own inner resources.?
'we live in a time of transition.'
All times are times of transition!
Find your way to discovering what you are looking for.
"People hardly know what it means to be human. In real life a person today knows little about what a human being is."
and despite all that we experience today, we may nevertheless have confidence that humankind will find their way out of the tragic destiny of the present time.
Effort effort Cinderblock cardboard

We cannot accept the carnality and joy of our own personal creation, of the creation of ourselves. The aspect of eternity through spiritual life or biologically through procreation.
The sheer willfulness it takes to sustain a certain thought. I do think sustained effort has a great impact on the manifestation of form.

Connections of destiny
Brought about by Human beings who have not yet been born. Spiritual, cultural, political
Totem totem
Mystery, hole dog, death
A wooden car, a  wolf
Wounded wound
A horses head, for you!
unless...

Tandem, the gods are on all things. He told Nero ask, "What is living within this?"
Sustained vitality. Abstract utopia not to trap, never to trap but to open and free and liberate. from magic to profanity. Profane history, from the heathens of the totem cult. Television party, working-class coffin. "I have found that you must light a room on fire to warm the house." at thiS moment in time the time of crisis approaches. The most exalted holy realm right down to the shit. All of them are costume parties to know about the spiritual world or have belief in it? Or you could be communism, communism is a party. Turn off the television and listen to the wolves or listen for the wolves through the drone. so that she can become what has to start in the present time and which is the only thing that can bring healing for the future of humankind.

Bloody witch
Because we are people of flesh and therefore connected with the earthly animals. We want to eat
And in the whole span of human existence everything fits together with the greatest possible meaning.
Guardian of the Threshold & Dweller on the threshold
Door When the blood flowed from these centers, the great Sun-spirit was liberated from the physical vehicle of and found itselves IN THE EARTH, without individual vehicles

Sunday, October 17, 2010

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October twelfth 2010
Signed in spirit blood
I'm warning you
The birds call from the trees above.
The sun is unveiled from behind and aft the clouds and she remains in the tree's shadow
I will never die again.
Name them the color that they are
Game over... Guitar
Awful gutter they all want to die
It is yet to be seen if they ever will
Golden fossil
What is your mom saying
The world of holymatrimony
Deadend cemetery
The flesh of language
Why did you stop drinking
I was born stonedhigh