Incarnation Intoxicates

Incarnation intoxicates      intoxication tiptoes to incarnation      worship words for Woman       Intoxication meditates on her Mother, Asia in anticipation     Intoxicating fire and intoxicating face, the Long Face and Patient One encompassing all worlds and brains, and my brain burns a bonfire      My brain burns the one thing that is Fire       Mystic Fire Maiden Fire Mother Fire       Self-kindled and Self-extinguished      the vital quickening of the queer vision of the universe        Crosstalking guitars and double instruments        continual multiplicity, plurality, and doubling, and Christina doubles me        Asia doubles me, a Tree of Life on either side of the River of Life, and the river shimmers repon receiving reception      Asia participates in the continuing incarnation – the continuing intoxication – of Christ and by Christ        Asia participates in the ocean of fire with no fear, a fulcrum century Christina       The fulcrum craves and carves flux, zebra in camouflage     VALIS in valent vision      Pothos and Eros charged exotic and ergodic, the irrational or superrational fire firm in phoenix

Galois at 21, Abel at 27, Ramunjan at 33, Rieman at 40, but the Phoenix nets new mathematics, a new numerology      Zebra Zodiac       Asia aslata at alba

They have to do with continental drift, the dizzying army of culture, a Benjamin bacterium waving flagella to the fire, and the macrocosm integrates intoxication      the microcosm derivates Tiger Taryn and I pray the performance       I pyre the performance constructed Christina with massive slabs of sound     Shifting seismic rhythmic foundation       Entropy made audible        Entropy made Asia     The spring bubbles Benjamin      The spring bubbles wildebeast Woman     Spring shares in the Sealed Garden, a cyclic generator tending Taryn, and Taryn rents her garments, the nuit of Nineveh     spring shields me as a child, a chosen chalice of Christ       a crooked cathedral for Christina      the candelabra for Shekinah chiming fusion guitars and funk basslines

Now the Band settled down into a deep African thing, a deep African-American groove, with a lot of emphasis on drums and rhythm, and not on individual solos     I solo harmolodic and rhythm      I solo singularity and negativity, the immortals as mortal and mortal immortal, and Asia sanctifies annihilation       Asia anoints negation, and the negative nullifies as El Shaddai      The negative sublimates and soulmates, contrary continuity

Spring bubbles the bedlam of Beast, a marcotte monstrosity      Spring bleeds the bastion of bastards, moonshine mockery      I sin at the spring       I transgress at the Terebinths      I arachne lunar tread from my saloon spinnerets, and the silk sloughs antinomian      Spring slays the raze anarchic and archaic, the arche-grammar of gods and goddesses, Asia at the avant-garde and vanguard of Vision

As the local pregnant resident, don’t tempt me.  I’m about to make some french fries and dip them in chocolate pudding.  I’ll make that pickle peanut butter sandwich and DIP THAT IN PUDDING TOO.  Really?  That’s cool.  I will put that in Opossums for Asia Rain.  Stop recording everything I say!  ‘Stop recording everything I say! says Asia.’  I’m kidding!  I wouldn’t prod the pregnant woman I know.  Yes, I’m known to be aggressive.  Fight fight fight fight!  I will end you.  No way.  You are a tiny little girl and I am big burly Benjamin.  Uh, excuse me, I’m a tiny WOMAN.  My bad.  You are a tiny little WOMAN and I’m big burly BENJAMIN.

Throughout February and March 1974, Dick experienced a series of hallucinations, which he referred to as 2-3-74.  Aside from the pink beam, Dick described the initial hallucinations as geometric patterns, and occasionally brief pictures of Jesus and Ancient Rome

I hallucinate the Marriage of Heaven and Hell       I hallucinate Christ in mount Tabor with PKD on his left and William Blake on his right       Throughout February I farm the flesh of hallucination, a hurricane honing images and imagination, and my inner location locates the chambers in metal, clashing spoils of war and cloud chamber bowls       February barricades Benjamin      February boasts the barrier, saxophone sensation dissolved in the salve of silver        March mentions middle and metal        March nurtured name and numeral, and this numerology newts pyramids, cube cauldrons        I mingle with March, and I march the Main, marching bands passing corners gruppen and four orchestras         I meddle with March, and I mulch millions, every passerby meditation into hallucination; Zebra glossolalia      Zebra xenoglossia Zebra xenolanguage and cyberfeminism      Hallucinations stone steady        Hallucinations steam strewning beware and war, and my own hallucinations hospital gods      my hallucinations hold holy goddesses in absolute hospitality        I hunger hallucination in Divine       I devour Vision in sacred time, and the time timors tenures seizures      Pink beam banisters and Bruce Banner      Pink Beam bullion and bullets, a letty lorax in blades         Pink pumps as a pistol, colour revolver clued camille chromatic and chromatic durations endure desert in the haze of rapid dynamics       Pink pairs the pulse      Pink pares the piston and I appear pinks wild woman in the pines vision vehicular      Pink Vision vines allplace: Allplace Asia and Asia Allwhen, a secret prophetess        Pink plumes into God geometric      Pink plusses into God masonic, chipping Christ and clipping Christina as a Spirit Sculptor       God certainly guts and gashes, gorging geometric measures into my skull, and my brain blisters as a barfly         God goon gushes into gift, a dome martyrdom as Christ dons his crucifixion, and PKD finds Faith in this phantom       I focus on many phantoms        I fixate on the fifty gates       Wild Wisdom shudders in desert       Wild Wisdom shouts in exilic Otherness       Asia as the Ancient city       Asia Ancient Civilization        Asia Arable and Agriculture      Asia rivers rounding Rome, a Wolf Mother to Remus and Romulus

I would try exploring one chord with this band, one chord in a tune, trying to get everyone to master those small simple things like rhythm.  We would take a chord and make it work for five minutes of variations, cross-rhythms… a lot of intricate shit working off this one chord

Book one chord		Book one rhythm
Book one chord		Book myriad rhythm
Book one chord		Book infinite rhythm

Chord carillions Chord and chord clouds chord, a covering mysticism and radiance     Chord sisters to the chill, chord clock cold into the circle, and circle covers circle, system superimposed system      Chord collapses into chord, one Book and one improvisation, the ranging rhythm, and rhythm self-mimics, a deconstruction automorphism     rhythm describes rhythm and chord describes chord, one-in-infinite and infinite-in-one, a Book inside a Library inside a book