04122011 (t)

together, 
a monstrous sexual imagination, gone wild
can it be seen through?
Thoroughly seen 
It comes after pictures emerged showing overheating fuel rods exposed to the elements through a huge hole in the wall of a reactor building at the destroyed blank nuclear plant.
the bush beneath the lace
flowers even behind glass, the glass castle
neon orange sunrise arrives, “…dark space instead of light space?”
many infinities, divided infinities, spontaneous fragments
on the cosmic stage human and virus engage in universal conflict
“Human free will acts out in ways that cybernetics cannot anticipate, predict or comprehend.”


ultimate monumentality, in the rain,
young white horse
in a pretty flowered field
sun blindness arrives, from an earthquake, thank god(s)
the most spectacular success phenomenon
in an airplane, in an airplane, with an airplane,
out of the blackhole
within
“He still could be dangerous.”

nuclear ocean prayer & interstices
a more discursive infection, knotted organs, going up and down the church wall
outside to the roof,
“…assuming anything goes, dispersed fields, everything is true, a lot of actors, and floating ideologies. Can one pretend that the master narratives are gone?”
he continued,
“there remain various latitudes, underground passageways, to interrupt events, burn the newspaper, save themselves (if they’re lucky).
they learn to maximize independence and frustrate control…”
you put the science fiction world fantasized projected
frightening or utopian
extrapolates, fright, out of reach within grasp
fear of the future, the mad scientist
he’s unleashing unanticipatable dramas and forces he cannot control
the great fear and hope, the great hope and fear
from the mouth of
The rebel that sanctifies extant freedoms.

Primitive twilight
Primitive memories, primitive energies
Sleeping owl death moon
A waterfall through the city
Eggs in the bed and a wall covered with butterflies
Ascent of the cosmic serpent into death, then memory, unsuccessful mnemonic devices, all of them are after so many years and fascists.

Everyone is speculating, "this is complicated" in turn
Are there three reasons or five or
is your mother still proud? Still burnin'?

The king was thrown from the top of his castle
Then the castle was no one's Nobody the castle fell abandoned as the king had fallen to his death, they all left. A mythic feat
"with the whole world crumbling, we pick this time to fall in love, lord above..."
The words won't fit the facts, the language, the political terminology, the implied references are not proportionate to the ideas exemplified by the artifacts or the presumed intent
Anger appears amidst imperfection
There are ants all over the gun
A twilight show of primitive energies
A primitive show of twilight energies

"of course I won't tell you where I got it from. As far as you go I don't know what the hell you're talking about. You'll know nothing about me save that I hate you."

howling entrance
"destroy what destroys you"
"I never was aware of any other option but to question everything."

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Gleams and flows, only to become as hard as rock. Web the rain shines sometimes.
pale as glass, clear as water
Were like crystals inside a rock
That has been split apart
devotion of a whole volume to the questions that had arisen
The ever-rising Sun
A Summer landscape in which everything is melted into everything else.
The goal of science was the ensuring of victory in war, which is undeniably an assault on nature, of harm

twenty-first
Quartz
Appeared as a receding horizon
The old paranoid wall if da Vinci brought to perfection
And total annihilation
The cave painting that might be found inside Zarathustra's cave home.
A planet twice as large as the Earth made entirely of gold.
The perennial promise of a marvelous future, just never yet.
...just never yet

Dark high energy & one-hundred rainbows
Mouth of the wolf, let it lick your wounds

Semaphore of suffering, only dying slowly, descending me, wrong way to live, over & over
Never dreaming, within fog
as in of
This century

"Strong am I"
"You can't die"
"...twilight is upon us, descent..."
"He was there before himself
The tree's silhouette against the sky cast
was a body in a bad dream
And it grew as such as though a lifetime of a body in hell reaching
No boundaries or borders, they are all atleaSt half-dissolved, what works? No absolute or final
Dispersed fragments, falsified by the idea of continuity. interruptions from without, his phone rang but he wasn't at home, didn't matter, he had it with him. There is no exit here only horrendous impact and detail No more absolute truths being made from relative, specific concepts.
"anything goes" although we are acutely aware of the control systems we operate within, or claim to operate against.
You don't have any more salvation coming to you than an ant or a fly.

A rare member From the secret society of women who are beautiful beyond comprehension
Withdraw the sword from the tree
"we are only ever upon the skin, and then only just; piercing and scarring
Impossible to search seaRch deeper
Deeper without being consumed, the fire is true and cares for us. We are frozen and there is no gold

go see her again, unknowable journey of the blessed child. returning to the utopia of nobody’s dreams.

“What shall she take with her?”

“She shall make all she needs.” he said.

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It possesses value, obvious an true, and beauty can be found anywhere we mIght look
"revealed now, in this deep space of the cave, is time."
"...progresses...turns dark and incomprehensible, and there is not yet a conclusion..."
the last dAys of mankind were authentic quotation " excerpts of reaLity Are set In gruesome contrast, and the reality depicted distorts to reveal it's true face.
abducted the pendulous bosom
"Dada's destruction aimed not only at art but also the social arrangement that produced art forthefew and pain forthemany, most obviously in war."
The Happy Life; a corrected masterpiece
Lhooq, bozo...his eighteen-yeaR-old daughter, of the millionaire
With only a smaLl map of the North Pole, storming and engulfed in snow, the revolutionaries hijacked an the journey perilous, they reached their destinaTion. Whereupon they wounded their eyes and burnt themselves.
bestowed, I know he was helping him, I thought, right yeah
We all three
the earth is penetrated, veils are lifted, curtains are drawn and secret doors open
In the dirt they were well nigh inverted astrologers
Silver & Gold

Mummified in Moscow Lenin lay I. His mausoleum
this shadow might last forever
The good of blood and soil
"nature is our refuge,
Our salvation, and their alibi
Only that deemed authentic had leave to remain
for her, "...the concepts of authenticity and genuineness were long vehicles of bigoted ideology."
He replied, "within a capitalist system of exchange commodes are meaningful only in as much as they can be made equivalent to a universal measure o value."

Snakes alive in the fire, shining
Without make-up
Artificial light abolishes twilight, and there's nothing natural about the disappearance of stars.
He can't be born here.

the night territories of Nature / shadows of the middle realm
The universe no longer defined by the limits of human vision...had iteverbeen? Were they any closerto where they had wanted to be Urged forward by what they already possessed
"Nature is victorious over history, and this is disastrous for human Utopias."
Alas that is
The where and the only
He might belong
Or else
Some distant dark heaven, obscured by armageddon's smoke and annihilation's ashes. The mud of the bottom conceals
Looking optimistically toward what is obviously a very difficult future.
Evanescence and the stunned joy of fleeting intensity, ornamentation, mirrors, "a new way of seeing for humans who are not yet here..."
An intensified realm of operation and danger, a zone of display. Sublimity through action. Thick clouds of smoke and colorful gas from which there is no hiding  place. A hole in the earth traVels into the sky, countless hidden eyes and ears, metabolic rupture.
They liked the postcard form and exchanged them with one another over the borders, spontaneous imagery, an intimate form familiar
known for their generational revolt
Apparent, nature looks back at us



Headquarters depicted on the front of their publication, with swastikas, an empire of color and hue
Youth devour divinity. God is of no concern, father can't feed.
The nihilist demands reality (and utopia) "that this was a world in crisis was evident beneath the glamor, or because of the glamor. It's signals were alienation, isolation, fear, and addiction to illusion."
Hide a trauma in the gem, pale it with fear and distress. Cloudy now from horror now
Place it in perfume, soak for three months. Until eventually the whole elaborate machinery of modern industrial society is nature bent on ripping itself to pieces. (72) the rise of the bourgeoisie and industrial capitalism has been used to abuse humanity, and domination of nature has become also the domination of nature within humanity.
Human nature




Antipyrin (the mother and the queen, approximate man, not primitive)
Lignite

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not to be permanent, “I remember something about you telling me…”

and after all Low and

If it appears again, that is good, good omen, an it will anyway

Behold, health, cannot leave the right to the mercy of chance, the brazen zenith vs. The unbreakaBle bone

"...it does, however, stand for the spirit of revolt, in whatever form (necessary), against everything that hinders human growth."

thorough character

Theater? continues mirrored

Couldn't find it again, though, even when looking, thaw, "they felt honored to be permitted to worship at the shrine of master."

poignant repetition of panoramic phenoMenon

everybody's alone

Annihilator, harbinger of blood and fire

The attack on the omnipotence of Rome

force of antiquated evil into violent contact with the tempestuous outburst of a new hope

ripe or fresh

fetish dissected

"to be sure has she not inspired even before her birth? Everything is possible with the Free."

who would dare answer the question?

Phantom, her shadows were not stopped by

The building

Of walls

the rear of the sphere, revealed

Heroic liberators

Of the American night

Happy son, where is your sister?

the spider made its web

in a clean clear place

where no insects go

it will live out its life in that glass

starve to death alone

perfectly white

too late, already thought

the black wolf above

her pale winter flesh, trembling, gentle quiver

Get the shit off your hands before you do anything else.

Get the shit off your hands before you touch anything else.

You’ve gotta’ get the shit of your hands before you can do anything else.

don’t look too hard to see the red through

Lapidary, trANsmissible, duplicitous horizon

Totem pole chakra body

"I liked that they were both Indian, 'totem pole chakra' "

The piano runs through his body, long after it has been cut from the air, interspersed with blank space

his incredible touch

Duplicitous horizon

Evidentiary traces of an act of vandalism

"if there ever was a first, the tome was ripe for it."

The endless task

entropic disintegration, that can know no halt

Enact zone

"difference is the condition for identity / identity is the condition for difference"

trust the formEr

out to Drummer outside

Unidentified, unidentified, (how to turn it inside-out, formed, reversed, reverted)

Damage done, disheartened she considered going home.

dusk of the colossus

This didn't even exist then...-

Young forever shirt in plus

Over the night's sky

Obsidian up there silver banner drifting

into Runner inside

Wild wind, abandoned beaUty looking across

In one direction

Relation of objects on the surface, ancient alignments divulged / harmonious balance of the elements which compose, terrestrial geometry

"Why Not?"

up or down

the ladder

Edged under, forklift

Particularly grisly, unfortunately cut us out of what was going on at the time, justifying this but never really forgiving them

for the accusations. "I guess a lot of people believed as he handed it to him."

they had heard the baker

Victim of a whisper campaign, she had been warned and refused to cooperate, she should have smiled, should have smiled about the dogshit boot in the face, government issue, "go ahead and change it without us knowing.

Microphonic Infection

Bizarre wood conjuring up a scenario"

& still nothing happened to them...

pagan sanctity, "the straight lines to my amazement  passing over and over again through the same class of objects."

Occasionally traversed impossible terrain, sometimes going up the sides of a mountain or across bridges...to save her discoveries from oblivion

Across the promise line of origami thought, took because couldn't be taken

He was a point of departure, those girls couldn't keep their voice(s) down quiet and now don't disaster

Always come always come

When you expect it and when you don't no matter

who or what or where

"why are you wandering here and there?"

One pause

Prepare for death, calligraphic, frozen in the air. Out in the open as wild as the sun, and shines overthe lands.

For how many eons have the secret blossoms bloomed and faded? Moving steadily, leaving no trace in the void.

Fundamental questions in narratives of desire, loss and making the most of what is left (illus. 133, 134). Scavenging dogs, Dancing skeletons, tragic vulnerability, and a radical spirit in the body.

Darings

Like sword of some type, upright and higher

The shining night upon thee

I wanted to watch the way it expands and presses and strains at

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and spires

buoyancy,

havoc wreaked (on pathetic stinking filthy shores)

of complete faith unaware,

that there is something unknown waiting for them in the future

tangled history of materials, lost seven

the touch is the

something to touch

the dark is moving

(silent hermit

a risky time-traveling mission, to save

many lost causes, found again now,

Ravens came

Filibustering as the dreams of flight

Were set aflame, and burnt

Fortune was walking away from the catastrophe with bruised illumination

departing (beautiful or realistic)

Bury dogshit in your mistakes and fear, bury your hope with it

"I have the fury of my own momentum. Ancestral terror,"

Swift fusion, comPlete original motion

...not amongst the pioneers, the end of utopia

There is no chaos theory, it is totally eMotional. since it allows us to go to the Moon it is not mystical.

"they also imagined an intrauterine architecture, and this primal fantasy is present as well."

but one is never lost, as they wish to be, in these fantasmatic spaces; not mazes, a spiral bent by an unknown and omnipotent hand. One knows one is moving toward or away from the opening

but these centers refuse the oracular aura."

Commitment to tectonics

TheaTrical displays of the power of the gods, a collapsing of physical coordinates

their critiCal resistance of structural necessity. Phenomenological and parallactic velocity contrary disruption.

hair worn short, giving free play to her strong forehead

Her husband disappearedfrom her horizon

autonomous anatomY

"as she had wished, she died fighting. She also died forgotten, or almost forgotten, with a crypt in the American memory almOst as obscure as that of the..."

so he lay along the ground

LoNG enough to hear the secret whispers

From the blood of the martyrs grows the new seed

"the women of the street showed more refinement of feeling and sincere sympathy than the priests of the church." / "(inspiration) by deed found its reverberating echo in almost all countries."
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Rust Religion from nowhere, Dragons

“…many female visitors to the museum had sought out the stone, apparently believing that it was a meteorite, and that touching it would make them fertile.”

The stone is still there today.

relegating the formless to a background

the shimmering gold plane

a forbidden place in which secret desires are said to be fulfilled. Passage, Nowhere, Elsewhere,

House, Stone, Mountain,

“Art is and must be an empirical reality concerned with the relationships of human beings to objects and objects to objects in relation to human beings.” – Lawrence Weiner

This is not content.

I am not content.

Intrepidity

a realistic representation of non-realistic situations, aware of his habits, sleeping on the ground with the snakes.

Truce between believable and unbelievable, reality is evenmore subtle in the landscape, the reversal of sky and earth created a disorienting

You have to give it

That it is a beautiful country. Thunder survival

Every rise and every horse wild, it cannot be done without the roses. My sister too, wild & free. Please. Every guitar is an angel

and sings for you

if you will, only will touch it and

Play

Literally translating her own sensations experiences stories so she can communicate with others. If you found him you would then have to carry him (drag)  in order to get him where  you want him, take him anywhere other than where he is.

Than that which unborn form you are the content of

The question stays, a bare winter time

Burning church forest

of hate

Translucent with despair and boredom His long shadow reaching into the trees dense branches, swaggering and tumbling in the wind and fire. Chiming & ringing merrily and with handsome splendor, she admired

Tightness in the abdomen

And a fear

Downgoers and overgoers before a golden back drop

Sky, curling at one end, a scroll like skin

The fiery mountain of heavenly metal

Downstairs their bones are

Stored in the catacombs

"No foot of mine ever crossed that doorsill."

a dying animal, with no motion under darkness of sky that reaches out forever while foreverstars project what patterns

Beneath the monastery

The most definite and permanent touch with the least contact possible Immerse yourself in the riot approaching light speed. There is no pretense or interludes.

Saturate the air with howl and hum! recruited to his pagan cause.

"I mean, you all want me to be an artist. I will simply be a result of having experienced and witnessed all this."

attend to what is scribbled in the cave. Let any of you that believe there's a cause realize that it's creation.

A prominence upon a sphere, as a woman's nipple, this protrusion is the highest and nearest to the sky. One shore, one edge of her duplicates until, on the territory with what I didn't remember, something known for years. "his previous appearance had been in my parents' bedroom where I found him intimatewith my former wife"

giving me

What in the instant

I knew better of and than

Half-dark mud & dust

Not answered unanswered deliberately

You must live with your ghosts, &your people, "I don't know, shit, i won't keep acquainted with that part, asymmetric

Scalped in a Terrible rain storm as the scene shiftl

"most life is, literally, the understanding that you don't understand. that son-of-a-bitch, out there, he says the only thing I really have got, it's so quietly said  that you don't notice it."

square

Up there in the northern there is nothing

nothing "deathless" or "immortal"

"I don't believe on practices or being alone, only whether or not it can stand ( the wind the storm the meeting of gravity, gnashing teeth and dense muscular jaws of infinite)"

So much in memory, life is happening all at once or have you never cut a lightning bolt

this attempt to (re)take the lines into your hand(s)

"he is speaking of the stratified elements of glacial accumulations, forming to a height just below above the horizon."

only left when the wall of the last ice began go give away in that ancient long ago

Before any of your dreams

False experience of mountain climbed, heaven all around the place at this height

"I could become extremely precise about something, therefore kindred to the absolute, the perfect &ideaL"

the Actual universe as a geography has shifted and is moving toward us, space is coming home to occupy us, to occupy the Earth,

Humans are disappointing and boring to Creation

There is never enough wildness

Inhabitation of these shapes, against theground pressed

emerged during the process bringing forth

If you run I to or up against the eternal

"thought is belief. belief is action." "But the absolute is the end, not the beginning."

"isn't that the girl you look in the eyes?!".

And the land cAme up andthe seas rose

Thefar sky is as near as you stand

unilateral support; you arenot removed even when traveling at great speed

"I got lost by the way. ...and in fact, people get lost and die.

the first time upon this goddamn field,

I couldn't find my way out. I'm supposed to know directions and all this

Leave the roots on, let the dirt hang and fall, just to make sure they will know where they comecame from."

His mother wanted him to stay overnight at least, don't disappoint your mother

As it approaches it declares it's limit, sleeping on your floor in the fire in your bed(room)

For both of you

Glistening jewel organ

to see these men smoke and talk on the Summer darkness

On the two rocks

In the background. "don't you remember?"

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that you can’t get away from it. It’s everywhere (whatever it is).

apple spell

give us ideals

not meat and bone

give us ideals not meat and bone

vibrating knot messiah

“Confuse them so that they have to think twice.”

Paper mountain

The flies are dying all over again this year. That’s twice now and I wonder if they will be the better or the worse for it. There is the shadow of a fly the shadow only ascending the spine of a book on the altar

Cry in the wilderness. Cry in the wilderness. Cry in the wilderness. - the house of the future has got a bomb in the oven.
What did he see underthe red hood? Expectation of the end of the known world...apocalypticism, Supernatural guardian figure, time it becomes a continuous atmosphere
The revolution's airplane flew to America undiscovered. Seed must not be left to plant. Primitive forest trees dark green. Her wilderness is a green wood, he was whistling in the cavedark
We haven't buried him at all. How will he clean up that in an hour?
& nothing is anything but itself
measured so...
Struggling for utopia, an appetite of your own

Design digestion
strictly, indeed, traditional and metaphysical.
Move me, not thestone, the stone both come from beyond the Earth and witness a storm not of their own doing.
The highest expression of truth, free of and from the past, first religion, then philosophy, both without the memory or even knowledge of texture.
What is below the dirt; or, what is the dirt upon?
She happened, chanced, found and saw
half-door and an orphaned detail, in the corner, looking out
When we awoke in the dark and in the cold of the night, granitic beast. Gryke
Ever is now...when there is nothing, rituals of the space, degrees of difference between What never was and/or what never will be
What never has been and what never could be. All sounds in silence, burying, the history of the future. The past is gone, explore all
Of your holes
Open and closed. At nature should we bow?


Cannibalism
Havoc havok, withdrawn monument The horizon of the pats appears
You can never reach it. An outer time, like outer space
Conclusive, not being hopeful...to ask a question please come to the front
Structure architecture Marrow support, child of the night running wild and free. "perhaps I have said enough."
Extinction is forever

Amplification of attention, he was rules by the proportions of his own body; being told that the stone is the truest condition of creation, of still silent