young forests
of the imagination (enclosing & open on all sides)
and her breathing with the air that exists on the horizons
" ... too far, or not far enough...?"
Why is it always a question of distance?
anamnesis, urban hubris
"Labyrinths and mazes are both landscape and architecture;
[Japanese] Gardens are both landscape and architecture; ...
Their purpose and pleasure is (axial) paradox, complexity, simultaneity
... "
curious echoes (of laughter)
(laughter is) a homeopathic catastrophe, wild grasses' insouciance, centrifugal proliferation (expanding fields)
a phantasmagoria of which we are all the fascinated victims
(fog into smoke, gradient effect)
sonic jewels glinting
with sweat, acute urgencies,
has redefined the word impossible by unleashing a tempest more savage than any ever before recorded in this lonely place.
the great blue thread, the great green thread, snaps in the eyes of our children
interstitial chain reaction,
(the 0/1 which is no longer a difference at all, rather a formal alternation)
an unpublished exquisite sublimity
punctual, ephemeral, enigmatic, unpredictability,
aleatory and vertiginous
surface abysses
"Let's imagine all of our plans for the future as elaborate blueprints drawn in sand at the edge of the seas (ever-rising)."
feigning to bow in order to kill (assassin) Between the flat sides of the knife.
(nonlinear) billboard on fire
with the third axis (of the triptych) operating at times as deux ex machina,
(the assassin is a clone)
Mystical? or simply enigmatic? or are you just confused?
the sum of two ontological absences, plus neither/nor, (not-built, non-referent)
a mirror in a hole in the ground
invisibility is power in the current world surveillance, so paint him green-screen green / Vantablack
suspended (animation) between nowheres
night fell slowly (anti-gravity): everything turning blue in hues plus shades, minus finality, until eventually...
after effects
the daughter of a beast, a creature of remote, aesthetic regions.
may my poverty ever be an arrow
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Thursday, April 28, 2016
young forests
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
07062011-t / 25th
Between the Sun and the strong, Godspeed
Pestilential miasma, a bell covered entirely or possibly made from fishscales coiled, ravaged gathered,
(a darker she, she carrying necronomicon and grimoire, threnody and graystone into smoky disappearance of bane and unforgiving any of the wrongs of this world.
This world and the next.)
Barren warmth, who had arrived was unknown
Conceived or convinced or deceived or received (not yet though) Alone, can be found in the foreground
Liminal Hero of liminal conflicts, symbolic relevance, in scale with trees, Onthe main axis of entry, undeniable if unforeseeable, unforeseen and unobserved, to avoid encroachment on the reality at hand, before crucified,
"Get you another beer, Youngblood," from the backroom, where the freedom lies, milky and vespine
Half holding his breath in the gloom that glows faintly
Moths crossing the mouth of the flame
"whoever heard of a newspaper with no date!?" he said, tearing in haLf the sheets.
A plague of incomprehensible events; he could put none of their parts together, he could put no part of it together,
A flood fell, falling
"blue blue blue" andthen outraged sky, vailing his weapon, going every day.
"I don't dine at the King's table..." he finally replied
Sprawling mica constellations
On the hardwood, worm-writ
"There's going to be misery, a history exhaustively researched remaining far from complete."
Aims to faithfully replicate the original, yet is at best a lackluster semblance, shorter and duller than the original
Great Divide, never letdown, the passage of time making possible
the goal of conquering illusion, the corpse that never (& cannot) rots
It stood for many years, one is prowling (stalking) and one is defiant
lithe beeline, never asking why...
Wishing all on to a worse Hell yet
Since they sat in darkness there was not even the drone of swarming insects.
She hadn't learned yet, or yet learned how to look invisibly, "yes, secretly, as we speak." she said, making it obvious to all within earshot
Trying to give him the same medicines she had wanted to give her father and which were appropriate for the latter and anathema to the former.
"to not fail when they try, eternally, their considerations are warped, they don't even know what is important, life sustaining, survival, ..."
The wild horse still runs,
over microscopic precious metals, possessed through flood or magnetism or satellites or "act of god"
An assurance about the knot and the dagger
A bitter curse hurled at the sanitation here, sanitization and the poisonous blight elsewhere.
told em all to go to hell he never done it
Inthe grandfather of time, a ballad transpired here, some love gone wrong,
Older dawns and nothing will ever be as it Was. No news is good.
Gone from these days none knew where.
A blurry Atlantis from the corner of her eye
A quaking egg, the third zygote dividing itself into oblivions, in the insects' shadows.
Salvaged from the weathers, and the graveyard downriver. to the subtle obsession
And uniqueness, ran darkly down, patinaed scars
He lowered the stone with care.
(cornucopia placed and same thus admired, "brown gray alabaster," bone-colored)
Dedication ceremony in honor of...
The core of the Earth sucking their bones and turning & turning without oil...unfathomable impetus,
On the mating habits, inverted in silver shown, shiny tombstone teeth, a longdrink down his dark throat.
Old dead revelers reminiscing in the night.
...float over the cold gray void like transient artifacts from an arctic dream...
He brimmed the cup with cream, revolver
(anorexic)
He came upon the bones ofa horse
I'm sorry eye was too late, and the monster and the black stage, eye cried
Sun to sun across oblique hemispheres forever,
"the same where it was last year," she said 'neath the monoliths
Pestilential miasma, a bell covered entirely or possibly made from fishscales coiled, ravaged gathered,
(a darker she, she carrying necronomicon and grimoire, threnody and graystone into smoky disappearance of bane and unforgiving any of the wrongs of this world.
This world and the next.)
Barren warmth, who had arrived was unknown
Conceived or convinced or deceived or received (not yet though) Alone, can be found in the foreground
Liminal Hero of liminal conflicts, symbolic relevance, in scale with trees, Onthe main axis of entry, undeniable if unforeseeable, unforeseen and unobserved, to avoid encroachment on the reality at hand, before crucified,
"Get you another beer, Youngblood," from the backroom, where the freedom lies, milky and vespine
Half holding his breath in the gloom that glows faintly
Moths crossing the mouth of the flame
"whoever heard of a newspaper with no date!?" he said, tearing in haLf the sheets.
A plague of incomprehensible events; he could put none of their parts together, he could put no part of it together,
A flood fell, falling
"blue blue blue" andthen outraged sky, vailing his weapon, going every day.
"I don't dine at the King's table..." he finally replied
Sprawling mica constellations
On the hardwood, worm-writ
"There's going to be misery, a history exhaustively researched remaining far from complete."
Aims to faithfully replicate the original, yet is at best a lackluster semblance, shorter and duller than the original
Great Divide, never letdown, the passage of time making possible
the goal of conquering illusion, the corpse that never (& cannot) rots
It stood for many years, one is prowling (stalking) and one is defiant
lithe beeline, never asking why...
Wishing all on to a worse Hell yet
Since they sat in darkness there was not even the drone of swarming insects.
She hadn't learned yet, or yet learned how to look invisibly, "yes, secretly, as we speak." she said, making it obvious to all within earshot
Trying to give him the same medicines she had wanted to give her father and which were appropriate for the latter and anathema to the former.
"to not fail when they try, eternally, their considerations are warped, they don't even know what is important, life sustaining, survival, ..."
The wild horse still runs,
over microscopic precious metals, possessed through flood or magnetism or satellites or "act of god"
An assurance about the knot and the dagger
A bitter curse hurled at the sanitation here, sanitization and the poisonous blight elsewhere.
told em all to go to hell he never done it
Inthe grandfather of time, a ballad transpired here, some love gone wrong,
Older dawns and nothing will ever be as it Was. No news is good.
Gone from these days none knew where.
A blurry Atlantis from the corner of her eye
A quaking egg, the third zygote dividing itself into oblivions, in the insects' shadows.
Salvaged from the weathers, and the graveyard downriver. to the subtle obsession
And uniqueness, ran darkly down, patinaed scars
He lowered the stone with care.
(cornucopia placed and same thus admired, "brown gray alabaster," bone-colored)
Dedication ceremony in honor of...
The core of the Earth sucking their bones and turning & turning without oil...unfathomable impetus,
On the mating habits, inverted in silver shown, shiny tombstone teeth, a longdrink down his dark throat.
Old dead revelers reminiscing in the night.
...float over the cold gray void like transient artifacts from an arctic dream...
He brimmed the cup with cream, revolver
(anorexic)
He came upon the bones ofa horse
I'm sorry eye was too late, and the monster and the black stage, eye cried
Sun to sun across oblique hemispheres forever,
"the same where it was last year," she said 'neath the monoliths
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