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?

ending 01 02 2012

"I'm searching to find,

 just like The birds of prey

Tucked, somewhere between

the bottom and the inside."

Nail the drums down.

Behind the star, middle of Winter.

We must make our lives true. All that we have said, make that true as well.

Finds its abode and wreaks it's havoc. Their primitive reactor was a beehive-shaped pyramid of graphite bricks.

"Might as well play ship-sinking without the men."

(skull-sized blocks, piled

Into towers)

Halls of anxious thought and wearied brain

"Which color best

to hold this form?"

Circumscribing a cusp, forward and reverse convex.

Bisected from kin,

The left burnt, and the right cut

Mystery burned clear and the panorama is revealed

A level diagonal clean

& the other alone, in echo

On faith, gibbous declaration witness

Witnessed only by cavern or abyss

After the laser finishes

Roses

no longer devoid of color

As if you had begun your resurrection.

(as the articulation of "a space of possibility."

"What am I to do?!"

All smothered poisonous, glutted on refuse and detritus.

Hair in her eyes

Before such entropic vandalism

Upon every square inch (prediction)

Nevada and Russia both leave their signature, cleavage autograph,

"Some of them are too good to be true. The rest are like shipwrecks on a beach.")

They who still dreamed for the future presented

Their ideas in regard to

Point to line to plane to body (three dimensions now)

& the formation of clouds

What is above and has ascended, in possession of

That which will descend or be reabsorbed

Were met with insult and an assault of possessions, material and objects wanted more for the harm it may cause them an less for continued ownership

Their planet was saved. Everyone was attentive.

That way, even in times of plenty and great feast.

Clear  cut the dignity, right now, let go, nothing.

Mercy because we can't regret...

If you want to clean it you must put it in the ocean

Next (vitriol & Fury!)

After all has ended, the better to see, the better to be seen...

He convinces her to attend

The events at the Coliseum, by telling her of the multitudes

Thousands upon thousands, and an additional thousand in secret

"So listen to me, it's going to be a terrific game."

Half are home and half are away.

"are all, finally, in pursuit of beauty: that formal integrity which gives homage to the dream of meaning..."

Marrying a ghost to its shadow

then placing an egg in the center

No visible trace of us remains, even our wounds that won't close.

And a ring around that

a hoop

Crossing at an overlong interval

(A butcher standing in a church

Red-rimmed, predatory, faulted), very serious

Because of this he had lain in the dirt of the streets, through the night,

Wounded many times

In the dark rss and cold of that night while the dogs were nourished with the drinking of his blood

Opaque black of eyes...

An atavistic state now returned to them

Twilight of responsibility; distance and respect, added details.

Bivouac en route, the night or two

In the blackness overhead, horses' hooves, serious women sing their song and their song only,

Lights strung overhead

The reach of the celestial hunter extends

November 17th, 2011

#6

damn it (hungering)

is there any end, to…

Whose bad dreams are these?

when far worse is bought?

Suns call, reach from the abyss

pierce, penetrate, and caress

He climbed the pole, ascended

with strong embraces and stronger lift and pull

unkempt and savage, with sweet tooth

nearly out of view, almost in the cloud

#7

a bird wails across the dream

the Moon is a gaping hole

we are a water molecule in a thunderstorm

lightning is the daughter

and the finale

“I cannot sing and know no stories.”

Added for the centaur or Minotaur

& what could not appear

Three innocent eyes,

the resurrection unseen

You cannot

Disengaged lost in space

Insomnia until the spade is lifted high above head

Rugged spreading form, unfoldable houseplant

And eye have and the glimmer of a prism when her makeup was smEaring on the dagger

The residue of Atrocity. Blinking in the long cold morning. Many mistakes in the promise and void.

Bipedal

As soon as he came down to what happened, murmuring

Weave, braid

Into a rope of aligning

The fur finds its way out eventually.

"...in a perfect creation,  nothing created was ever intended to disappear."

Hiding in a line

In the radiance of the fresh snow

to the North

Interregna, sagitta,  "I follow you, to the fossils, wherever you can go, I will walk..." said the burning sheet of paper

Owls in the bell tower,

Owls in the bells,

lose the ways to the past, trying to get through, in ashes since

Before reaching the hearth

Anima

Bricoleur and arcanum

The nymph fairy pining

Away into the rock wall of a cave, cursed by a jealous animal and disappointed by her love for the mirror.

Pines to skin and bone... The blood vanishes into the air, from veins...the voice remains

Flesh and tree are turned to stone.

which sweeps in all directions down the slopes

The scree

Primeval

#8

In Winter light, they made

No jokes about him, not even about his death

Above the crashing

Of stone and metal (lightning!)

"Get out of here

All the way!" she screamed

there is was or goes or will go eventually

bones beneath the dirt, the underground

the underground

who did that?

I did it my self.

did you Do that your self?

Yes I did it my self

Obsidian pointing, quoted, she brought the candles from the box, placing them upon the altar with eyes wide

initiate holes in the veil, get that medicine

on a Sabbath or secretly, in spells and incantations, nothing but the skull to protect them

Taken on the journey until lost in the blur, the forthright burden carried

she had been captive, suddenly feathered, after the jump many jewels and all of them pleased to see her, to stand beside her, for the hull was full,

"Kept under the table, why do you walk that way?" unseen through the smoke

"Naughty is necessarily naked?"

"I will be ancient!

I will be ancient!

I will be ancient!"

"Hold all prayers away from him!"

& then he was hurt

a black snake in the wound

upon the brown soil

the serpent a bowl inverted

omega finally

they all became sick to death

the longarm and the deep cut, clearcut

attempting to please, please with honey and berries

all over the television while she looked at him, "that way, that close to it"

her hands covered with feathers

cascade crystalline as it fell from the cliff or canyon on high

That thin, that wild mercury sound. It's metallic and bright gold.

psychedelic, kaleidoscopic, hallucinatory masterpiece. with a single master, authentic

"This is calamity."

They were telling them about everything

"Can you recognize this or not?"

With the spine and the heart there

Her voice at the festival, "Appreciate all the liberty."

31st, from Gashound

The name is not to be used

even when/if

Bug-eyed and

Green. (and the son's head right next to this)

From the hand to the wrist.

Her mother was sure that she was thinking about her body as she looked at her, as they sat down together

("Don't forget your body in

All those chemicals."

Unwed and wailing)

The end of the surface, able to penetrate deeply enough.

The storm destroying, the storm destroying.

Artificial and superficial

Scarlet

What is taken but never given

...an advent from the far reaches of nowhere that arrives unexpected and barely understood.

From all the way down the hall

a caveat seeking

the impression through always

 "Her dreams are everywhere."

She could assess because she possessed

So thoroughly

("In Advance of the Broken Arm," so thoroughly spoken.)

as apparatus wherewith

produced simultaneous

Horizontal parallelogram

"How copying must transcend the giant hunchback, his strange gait, his lack of prospect, his deformation," announced the Empyrean

Unbroken biological antiquity

Fanatical pleasure and the leg

Always displayed, "Yet as it turns out, this ancient forest sanctuary is more threatened under democracy and independence than it was during seven centuries of monarchs and dictators..."

everyone cares for beauty quickly...

Don't want what you aren't supposed to have.

Brilliant in honeycombs

Lemon yellow, such a long time ago.

The sunrise as seen

By the broken-armed gardener of Eden (& him the guardian of that light)

"What does one do in paradise?" asks the gardener, a heretic of powerful belief. "Or is there some other way of existence?" was her response. The snake became an arrow and she claimed her arrow for her heart.

The number of heresies at this juncture is legion. If even or ever the wind blows (it is never accidental)

He was no longer

a pilgrim waiting for the sunset.

No one can afford

Anything, there is no more bread in the breadbox.

even hairy legs and beards,

no sharp metals

Sequel! Sequel! Sequel!

Encore!

2.

Ancient black magician

Touches geometrically and traces algebraically across a few years, through known and unknown vortex

All knowledge comes too late. She is at the center and they kill in her name.

Pointed toward the bottom

Well balanced at the top

&a cherry on top, always a cherry on top.

Radical ghost copy,

Hid in the forest dark (& low)

Until the clouds pass

The bag he carried, dark mouthed

Through the desert

Super sister grand magi;

The Firestarter...that tadpole died right before he did, to himself, when he was a boy.

burning down the wall...

Discovering or finding beautiful and wild women who know the earth, the ground, the soil.

In this way

The light &the dark

are mirrors, are a mirror

Reversals occur, in rhythm rhythmically

3.

made the One real to the Many...

perhaps more real, because

cleaner, brighter, newly reliable

Fountains

(& shovels, spades)

Last-minute changes were a statement of facts "which could never mislead anyone"

"It shows a wide, endless expanse of sky, under it a stormy sea, and in the foreground a strip of white sand, along which the darkly shrouded figure of a hermit is seen... The sky is clear and indifferently calm. There is no storm, no sun, no moon and no thunder. Yes, even a thunderstorm would be a consolation and pleasure, for then one would see some kind of movement and life. There is not even a sea monster to be seen on the endless sea. And on the shore in the sand there is not even one blade of grass, Nothing. Which makes the loneliness of the scene all the more grim and desolate."

- The Romantic

Referring to the uniform color of the sky, which does not apply to the present State*.

"The waves sparkling gently in the light of the waxing moon & the faint glitter of the morning star

In the night...

How long will they survive?"

Was more the truth

Of the matter

Of survival

"Indeed, if one were

To paint this landscape

with its own chalk and water

I believe one could reduce the foxes and wolves to tears, which is without a doubt

The highest form of praise!"

"My body could have been made better by a bad artist drawing in the dark."

4.

Mortal vulnerabilities which could doom our entire infrastructure

Once-inconceivable calamity

Then the calamity immortalized in bronze, on horseback,

One inch every ten years

(in the long room

Of the temple/gallery:)

Descriptive circles

Conspiring to undermine and destabilize immense masses

Against a primitive and unrelenting foe

Whose ultimate strength is its ability to endurefrom the Winter void

the wall eater

approaches since he’s been gone

(the snow made higher than the wall,

a ramp, a wedge,

and then walked up,

snow broke

the fall on the other side)

door with no handle and mask with no face

beneath the window, night passes with two suns

embedding themselves in the canyon

protected against loss by deep placement

Looking behind the mirror.

…and as much as it could hurt it did.

THE END

P.S.

let's leave that over there.

the extra wheat where it belongs

(corn and grain and bread and meat and eggs and roots and...)

not even $2.11 or 21 months

30th

...or had the palace moment already existed?
Ruin on veins of marble
"it's the site of a baptism you know, the universal marvel."
plastered with feathers, the volume of her laugh
Increased drastically with familiarity,
Somewhere ripe in tease,
She formulates, taken up into the domes of baroque begs to be entered for its depth and touched
for its bodiliness
She moves between the borders,
Upon feasts and misfortune
"just as much, if not more."
Skeleton of topography, a vivid space
Looking there too
 to nor even know the extent of their glances, but how the hips do come together, in maturation
The feathers joined

Sustained desire, endless hunger, confidence and enthusiasm

Information - Feedback
Interpretation - Participation -Attention - Experience
(swift invisible glance
Toward desire)
lived on the future
Laughed too much
Though they were
Far more complex than who they may have desired or listed after & toward


Confronted by eagles,
and then fossils, ornamented by time (heat and pressure)
the diamond won.
Hands clasped, not in prayer; but to conceal erect nipples.
Which was a kind of prayer
She watched them, and wondered, wondering
"But how much is fantasy worth?" asked the Watcher
"doing his thing," that he's a winner. Otherwise who needs him?

&thus he was named a "dangerous enemy" of the establishment
An enthusiastic gospel following the inviting and encounter
Of a feeling
(veiled with vestiges of the past)
The tongue is tone-sure
Later they will restore it, it lives by it's legend, not by anything else.
Require Features

She waited but he did not arrive
She was reminded of her father's departure and enquired about his destination.
She true to conceal one of her eyes.
Majestic proportions and classic objects
Put in a frame, so as not to cause any interference or distortion. Eventually, anyway despite, they were dancing in the museum's ruins
Naked in the rotunda
Exalted space of first delight, between huge columns
Supporting the collapsed
Ceiling, why it had to happen, Forge of unmistakable expectation
(Four walls, light coming in from above, two doors, one for those (fortunes)coming in, the other for those going out.)
Earthy sounds from marble chords
& the sky's revelation a chorus!
"Therefore we have finally built real walls."

"Can you declare that your longings have found permanent embodiment?"
Cravings without apologies, transformation through matter and will. Spiraling as though toward
The center of a labyrinth
the monumental frame for ineffable rituals

"Was it like burnt candy? Or like rotten cake?" getting on the train
Sleeping on the wild grass
Through binoculars, acquire
Instinct from time immemorial, at the equinox.
There is red in the eyes and a reddening of sensitive fleshes, at the equinox. Feeding and feeding, raw and tender...
Heard through the walls and savages drinking blood from the center-pole, at the equinox.
Imperial invading armies
& sleeping on the ground, in the dirt.

...and many of them are dancers ("Well you may be a lover, but you ain't no dancer!")
Aren't they? "Aren't they just."
Revealed simply the back
Or mass with momentum, or suddenly until a bounce
(and he, continually looking away
and for good reason)

...did not live to see the fulfillment of his darkest predictions...

tunneled completely through

the apple, what have you

and left wanting,

a sky above and below

through a microscope into the cells, into the atoms even,

so what?

“the ten children,” she said

“and another one on the way, that makes eleven.”

“Are you two studying?”

dirty & hairy, thank you

a door opened suddenly, let the young girls scream

muddy saliva

until the hourglass is broken

Long Ritual

not fallen, but disappeared

and observed, through the water

to the bottom.

Their hair was poorly cut and they were very angry

so they lit it on fire. (whatever)

“Are they the same in both locations?

The same device? There.”

horned beast, tear the silver into sheets

as long as the arm or as long as the body, as long as the being

asmany years

as many hairs

each one a sheet, a plane, not a line

the dream of the roaming herd, the field dreaming

the nets must be larger until

the face and the obscuration, twice as large

cooked twice

the most she had ever been told by another man

to associate the right things correctly.

The wolves were in the church, or the castle

great snarling beasts, teeth gnashing,

tangle wood, the bracken and the briar

long tongues dangling, hanging. And they panting with effort of destruction and devouring

blood, saliva, inconsiderate, all thrones toppled

corners broken, torn paper, grand carnivores!

with a fist and claws

“Does something move? Is there actually something that moves, from here to there? Like a paper airplane?”

lessons of sphinx cliffs

contact,

end the

end the

bless you angry desperate children

courageous and honorable you are

(with breast torn and eyes burning,

with bandanas and flags and banners

idealism and hope,

captured in the street, captured in the night,

broadcast full of eggs and grabbed

& the flag raised

& the flag raised

& the flag rose, victory rose

“Coordinate as many things at once as possible at all times!”

reveille for radicals