Inevitably into the sky
hid the vessel, between, and everything changed color, opening, opened outward, awakening & salivating. Singing without limits. And there were no limits to anything.
"you're not god or a monster"" the Shaman taunted
They stood, wandering
"I'll burn your goddamn house down!"
the green lasted long through until near august, before even a year had passed they claimed to know, but no flag could be plantedthere,
The young man planned in the dark, deep red designs, and from beneath the root, nothing light about him or them
She understood the basics, and from there the immeasurable, she came here too,
"don't speak, put your head on my shoulder
Worry, fireworks goingoff allover the planet, effecting the weather, the clouds and precipitation, kerosene heaters, even in California, grabbing a hummingbird out of the honey.
Astronomical and cosmic conditions incorporated into them,
Minus more a few inches, shaken in the fever and the glow
Pulled tightly, rhythmically and flush to the curve. Aside the stretch
Nothing to cover the legs ennobled by the Sun
The breeze moves her bright hair all the waydown the valley, a very special river
Deeply withinto the black water
The raging seas will always sleep, even in the rain, for a century or more, standing in the dark deep black
Shrieking across the firework phenomenon, she told him how close he was, and how to remedy, when astray
The dog was not to return
where it could continue, they entered momentarily, then out again from the abandoned structure, snake's spine
Through the long street, ever-present, long enough to always be there, moving fast enough to never gather dust, later this serpent will meet the unmovable stone...
Unsurpassed and unrivaled, occupying all the western miles
bestowed and gifted, insofar as was ever possible to form a sphere in the square
By reaching her hand through and letting herself out, having not met him when he first came, or the second,
exhale while watching time, minimum of five minutes
Beyond (the woman woman watched twice, traveling south then traveling north, "nobody saw the things we do") ...slept in a tent beside the work, running messages hoMe
Oasis zones bordering, there were no boundaries to time...
Damp walls and tectonic shifts, warbling of the background, "it would be great to get aid of different ethnic groups, different races and ladders, roots of Teeth and shards"
Opened and deepened with understanding, obsidian cloud don't watch it too close, up close, the gate is guarded! "dont forget."
how was the valley then?
Hand in the thick dust, "she ever births and ever destroys," in totality said the hand in the dust, "Time and space fall abandoned!"
Street preachers reporting from beyond the pale,
Then ascends above her head but herfingers remain in knots beneath it, And the moonMoon above all of that even
"flesh all amesh"
"Do the signs of the End Times become more & more obscure? More complex and specific? More personalized and symbolic? Esoteric or less? Violent and vicious and appropriate to the sin?"
She replied in haste, " May or October dr.?" with the black wolf at the backdoor and the luminous kite in the night sky...
Who was it that reminded them of everyone? The water that exists in milk
He kept on forgetting, and consequently remembering the
Immemorial
He carried a sword,
A golden window, dawn, trampled upon arrival
b.
The separation of observation from preconception, not the mirror or the hologram, a pack of wolves rather, with all of you in their mouths, opened toward the sun
a cure for what ails ya, even the strangers, even in haste and disregard
The mother made him who she had to be.
a draGon killer who had dreamed if sainthood, unfound, even now, suspicious of the colosseum his hands flexed, she was fantasizing
She learned not to look again, even if looked and even if banners waving, flickering in a strong wind
Hands clasped in shelter, measurement of the arch,
"man's dream is civilization & gods dream of wildness and what of women's dreams?"
"neither can know"
Defeated by his dog, barking intohis ear
One then the other, with force
The change she knew must come sometime
Unfastened, "would you like some?"
The yarn had looked better as yarn than it had as a scarf, wrapped
Wrapped around to conceal, a vital organ carried in a handkerchief
Ore (metal silver iron steel copper gold platinum titanium lead...)
Surrounded by a tree-tall forest of enemies, "suddenly I noticed it wasn't Spring anymore."
At night in the dark dressed all in black
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
05022011 (t)
Spat into copper vessel
Poor man in love with the world
Free food
his cheeks were red, but no one accused
"it was his eyes
That were red"
Nothing to be accused of, no guilt, no attempt to prophesy therefrom either, even if wrapped
In bright and colorful papers
wobbling in knots, Confused in reference to
Even what might be of benefit to you.
Many tasks leAve no choice, difficulties no time
The openings revealed the most about, and thus itwae there where it was brought in andreleased. Sanctity kept or refuge abandoned, hovering at the edges
"you'll do almost anything."
"He looked vulnerable...then. He looked vulnerable to me. And I told myself it was only because he was going to sleep, that we all look that way then."
Eaten for him in his honor
Found the oldest daughter down by the river swimmin' with the Catfish in the mud
"Build the church to burn."
Thank you kindly
In front if me, offering. I see it open,
Beargrass and resonating strings approach from far off
Far off animation relaxes eyes to glittering Valhallas of the great west, "onward then!"
but what now
Saint of horror trying to make good down on jaybird street
She returned just three years ago
A lizard or a bird? "as a lizard or a bird?
Serpent or snake?"
Not so much an argument as a declaration
The king in the corner, the interlopers were trespassers, ejected from the castle
Street action or universals (he remembered the protests)
"The problem is epistemological not political, but a problem it remains."
"...but who can know? It had been made for that moment...and not for a time when one might think: This is how it was."
eye
Punctuations accompany us
No train station in this town,
She watched a framed picture of a nuclear explosion, mushroom cloud and all
In an unknown and undisclosed location
for a long time on the sitting room wall
"I return with the greatest discovery
Concert zero, disgusted by the third war
Overlaid by a quarter-century
Chorus "Here i am deadman love me!"
How deep and of what depth
often descending she would explain, untethered, all her hair sheared, to the scalp, a prize
Fresh salt and particles of minerals, nutritious fragments of fermented history, history teaches
Lion's claw
Less the number of hours in the week
The old man's skin was falling off,
Kept his arms folded, across across stoMach and chest
so the boy put uneven jagged edged squares in his scrapbook
(need food
Good food.)
Hammer
Placed upon the shelf
Take it down, take it down
lifted first, threshold of imperceptible but not dragged across the soft wood, claws
"I applaud the universe if we are to be destroyed"
the scrapbook was burned, the decades of newspapers, print media, in immense mouthfuls
However it was laid out, zig-zag
to bite a perfect, or ideal(ized) and leave
A sharp octagon
Seductive sphinx, salivating in the luxury and success, "you must remain ever-vigilant..."
"the world is always proving it"
"Or your good fat meat will be gone, reserves"
wilder rumors began, ugly on purpose
Thanks to the previous abuses, she passed out in the bed with himthere, she had done it many times before
Before he lived there she had fumbled into that room, the short door and pointed ceiling she could find it in the dark an she spun
He wouldn't sleep on the floor
Not when he was alreaDy in his own bed, not his fault despite blame from the breeze
This was a thunderstorm at night entering, he could sleep through it
Many assume that many have had, and this is truer of him than the storm, and truer of the storm than the sphinx, "though I'm not as certain of the latter, I'd rather not mis-speak"
Miss speak, to sweet eve, the calendar
the battery, one-hundred pounds
Carried, up the ladder
at the northern end it was no longer visible,
"move the museum, remove all it's walls, Museum without walls. Even if one went Out to see it, all the way out. The lake had swallowed it."
As she would everything.
law of
chorus "Here i am wild man love me!"
And then loved in circulation, oxygen
She arrived with melody and drugs, careening
Don't worry after where her neck is or is not, orthogonal
There is one person who hopes, in the sanctuary, the sword left at the door, wooden arch, keystone
We need to leave right after, inadvertently tonight, "What I was watching, I think, was that hesitancy you find in people, even yourself, before any huge difficult task, provided the task itself allows for it."
Made absolute by the impending Flood
"they are incapable of reproducing or depicting any aspect of a past or future.."
Poor man in love with the world
Free food
his cheeks were red, but no one accused
"it was his eyes
That were red"
Nothing to be accused of, no guilt, no attempt to prophesy therefrom either, even if wrapped
In bright and colorful papers
wobbling in knots, Confused in reference to
Even what might be of benefit to you.
Many tasks leAve no choice, difficulties no time
The openings revealed the most about, and thus itwae there where it was brought in andreleased. Sanctity kept or refuge abandoned, hovering at the edges
"you'll do almost anything."
"He looked vulnerable...then. He looked vulnerable to me. And I told myself it was only because he was going to sleep, that we all look that way then."
Eaten for him in his honor
Found the oldest daughter down by the river swimmin' with the Catfish in the mud
"Build the church to burn."
Thank you kindly
In front if me, offering. I see it open,
Beargrass and resonating strings approach from far off
Far off animation relaxes eyes to glittering Valhallas of the great west, "onward then!"
but what now
Saint of horror trying to make good down on jaybird street
She returned just three years ago
A lizard or a bird? "as a lizard or a bird?
Serpent or snake?"
Not so much an argument as a declaration
The king in the corner, the interlopers were trespassers, ejected from the castle
Street action or universals (he remembered the protests)
"The problem is epistemological not political, but a problem it remains."
"...but who can know? It had been made for that moment...and not for a time when one might think: This is how it was."
eye
Punctuations accompany us
No train station in this town,
She watched a framed picture of a nuclear explosion, mushroom cloud and all
In an unknown and undisclosed location
for a long time on the sitting room wall
"I return with the greatest discovery
Concert zero, disgusted by the third war
Overlaid by a quarter-century
Chorus "Here i am deadman love me!"
How deep and of what depth
often descending she would explain, untethered, all her hair sheared, to the scalp, a prize
Fresh salt and particles of minerals, nutritious fragments of fermented history, history teaches
Lion's claw
Less the number of hours in the week
The old man's skin was falling off,
Kept his arms folded, across across stoMach and chest
so the boy put uneven jagged edged squares in his scrapbook
(need food
Good food.)
Hammer
Placed upon the shelf
Take it down, take it down
lifted first, threshold of imperceptible but not dragged across the soft wood, claws
"I applaud the universe if we are to be destroyed"
the scrapbook was burned, the decades of newspapers, print media, in immense mouthfuls
However it was laid out, zig-zag
to bite a perfect, or ideal(ized) and leave
A sharp octagon
Seductive sphinx, salivating in the luxury and success, "you must remain ever-vigilant..."
"the world is always proving it"
"Or your good fat meat will be gone, reserves"
wilder rumors began, ugly on purpose
Thanks to the previous abuses, she passed out in the bed with himthere, she had done it many times before
Before he lived there she had fumbled into that room, the short door and pointed ceiling she could find it in the dark an she spun
He wouldn't sleep on the floor
Not when he was alreaDy in his own bed, not his fault despite blame from the breeze
This was a thunderstorm at night entering, he could sleep through it
Many assume that many have had, and this is truer of him than the storm, and truer of the storm than the sphinx, "though I'm not as certain of the latter, I'd rather not mis-speak"
Miss speak, to sweet eve, the calendar
the battery, one-hundred pounds
Carried, up the ladder
at the northern end it was no longer visible,
"move the museum, remove all it's walls, Museum without walls. Even if one went Out to see it, all the way out. The lake had swallowed it."
As she would everything.
law of
chorus "Here i am wild man love me!"
And then loved in circulation, oxygen
She arrived with melody and drugs, careening
Don't worry after where her neck is or is not, orthogonal
There is one person who hopes, in the sanctuary, the sword left at the door, wooden arch, keystone
We need to leave right after, inadvertently tonight, "What I was watching, I think, was that hesitancy you find in people, even yourself, before any huge difficult task, provided the task itself allows for it."
Made absolute by the impending Flood
"they are incapable of reproducing or depicting any aspect of a past or future.."
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
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."
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."
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
21
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
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.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
20
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
"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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