52nd

wax on the lip of the glass
(cooled, dry)
quite a situation to overcome
it all adds up
in so many questions
then, bisecting the thunder bone
it is a fun weapon
food stolen by animals
"He is truly and actually wild and you have seen it displayed before your very eyes, never question his wildernesses again."

a predilection for
crystalline latitudes
what a declaration, throughout,
when it seems like, at times, hangs on a single strand, showing affection, in the caress of...
at night I wait for her, I wait for her, I wait, for her to come, to come

all together
gathering the harvest (determining the sacrifice(s))
lamp attached to the ceiling
your silhouette in each door
the ear measuring space
naked before the sea, span after span,
Death might just reward your quick puzzling with exclusive benefits.

"everything will continue, intensifying day-by-day
we will have to remain here for a long time, staring at the wall"
a yanqui mother fucker amateur clown do you want the truth or do you want a good story?

(wild) child (full of grace) establishes rapport with raptors, speaks to plants, (breaks free) avoids humans
gradually coming to the conviction of
(...wherefore, in despair, formed for and dedicated to its destruction) returned triumphant, returning from the chase more happy because their victory had been a difficult one, puzzling
 Of all life's cataclysms

perplexing questions about ethics,
choppy, inexplicable movies
historical inequities,
didn't happen anymore
1.5% just a skin within
under glassaltogether
sense of depth opening up very near, let there be no more

bridge for nothing (extinct ghosts), no roads or paths or trails leading to or away
from
get the Classic Ghost,
lightweight, milky smoke pouring out the end

pregnant with every kind of embryo,
where the mountains have ended
esprit?
a starling hitting a closed window
enantiomorphic?
strong use of the orbit, and the order of the orbit,
all the way up to time, this is the scale
Space as a prime component "try being slow"
nuance, cyclic, continual (continuation of an idea, a spiral)
large-scale time & space
harmonic patience, fertile

the dogs have found her sniffed her out, in the snow, her secret scent, she with the ultimate plan, defining
when the dogs, they have found her,
"We don't believe in that anymore. What need have we now for  a place with that name?"
They have come to fear her she stares through them
from fire circles
running at night
guided by a single strand
she enters, she answers

when the idea is a welcome guest
she enters now, she stares right through me. I trust in her, I have to, I swear to, She answers
she answers
she answers
yes

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

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"

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