I rhythm Black Sabbath riffs Into The Void, Void VALIS vehicular manslaughter (the latent sexual content of the automobile crash… Sequences showing auto-crash victims brought about a marked acceleration of pulse and respiratory rates… During masturbation trials, orgasm was achieved in some 85% of cases / the car crash is a fertilizing event rather than a destructive event     The car crash cavalcades coitus, and I dream I fuck Krystal windshield     Void VALIS vans Vision violence, armied Valley of Vision pitch battle cars crashing cars ostinato oblivion     Vision rolls riffs and rollins rhythmic patterns and variations, vasoconstricter vision Shaman Saturn Sabbatai Sevi, and I repeat the scroll Messiah and Pseudo-Messiah     I marry Torah Scroll, In the Beginning and With Beginning Benjamin Bereshit (Rabbi Shimon opened, I have put my words in your mouth.  How vital it is for a human to engage in Torah study day and night!  For the Blessed Holy One listens to the voice of those who occupy themselves with Torah, and every word innovated by Torah by one engaged in Torah fashions heaven…     I marry Torah Scroll, In the Beginning and With Beginning Bereshit, and I tallow throughform thaumaturge, mage or magic theurgic motion matter monolith memory     Pentateuch paints poinsettia or Rose of Sharon     Pentateuch porcupines secret Paleo-Hebrew or Ava Adamic, and I speak Angels igneous rock interpretation     I tag Torah trigonometry, tetris of triangles, and I mouth Word Woman     I mouth Word Woman Wicked, Bereshit Babylon and Adonai Amulet     Word spirals winding numbers clockwise counterclockwise hickory dickory dock     Word rascals Taryn’s weimaraner, Sirius the dog star     I engage in Torah day and night, and I think of Walt Whitman’s out of the cradle endlessly rocking, out of the mocking-bird’s throat, the musical shuttle, and Walt Whitman too, Words, a homosexual Christ, nurse as I nurse the wound-dresser, and my Book too, tacets teravantium as Word and Torah, Taryn Theopoetics and Torah Black Hole Thermodynamics, the umbilical Universe attatched to panspermic god-language which extols human-language, image into image, my body gods     My body gods I engage Torah intercourse Christ Bridal Chamber     My body legos logos spermatikos, testament telecaster guitar god feedback     I innovate Word to the point of heresy and apostasy     I innovate Word as Acher, the Other, and as Sabbatai Sevi, the apostate Messiah, who nevertheless clung to Absent Yahweh arche Abyss     The Rabbis taught: Four entered the Pardes.  They were Ben Azzai, Ben Zoma, Acher, and Rabbi Akiva.  Rabbi Akiva said to them, when you come to the place of pure marble stones, do not say, Water! Water! For it is said, He who speaks untruths shall not stand before my eyes.  Ben Azzai gazed and died.  Regarding him the verse states, Precious in the eyes of God is the death of His Pious ones.  Ben Zoma gazed and was harmed.  Regarding him the verse stated, Did you find honey?  Eat only as much as you need, lest you be overfilled and vomit it.  Acher cut down the plantings.  Rabbi Akiva entered in peace and left in peace     I play Pardes punk puma and pornography     I plow Pardes pale parading psychopomps              Pardes piccolos Pied Piper (It is 100 years since our children life     I pons perpendicular Pardes / Philip K. Dick Palm Tree Garden and God gazes gusts grave Taryn Totentanz     Danse Macabre pure marble lower yod to upper yod male waters to female waters Benjamin Banshee or Babylon Benjamin     I fast to Faeries, Mab and Fay Queen     I fern the Fair Folk, Blue and Christina crowned chrysanthemums     I fuse Faerie to Pardes, and Christian gasolines garden fire fungi and molten mushrooms     Pardes purrs pixies, punpan pleroma, and orchard ode orthogonal ouroboros     Ouroboros splays ontology hare hautnology three hares Hangaed Man hosts Saturn Sabbath Sun Ra big band jazz     Ouroboros splattered ontology spangled entangled metamorphosis metaphysics     Christina, take on the fair face of Woman, and gently suspending, with butterflies, flowers, and jewels attending, thus your fairy is made of the most beautiful things (my mattress is on the floor, but it still feels like something’s under my bed     Pardes puffs pikes met him pike hoses, and I signal godzilla gojira souls Sabbatai Sevi and PKD     Pardes plots perimeter parameter polygon pistol firing Ben Azzai, and I speak his shade     I speak realm of fays flash foil shaking gold droplets (in Old French romance, a faeie or fee was a woman skilled in magic, and who knew the power and virtue of words, of stones, and of herbs     That faie flowers the flask that flames green copper language     Faie folds ouroborus origami, strange loop and entangled hierarchy     She storytells stones, and they walk witch woman water     I snatch stone and burn Book bandages as white chalk Christian, ouroboros outline (if an infant is carried out after dark, a piece of bread is wrapped in its bib or dross, and this protects it from any witchcraft or evil     Bread butterflies phantom fiance vanishing hitchhiker     Bread borders Eucharist, body dipped in body, a blessingway     Fairy gold is notoriously unreliable / the faeries of polyanthuses and gardenias and apple blossoms     Pardes plus pagan Edinnu, the plain and steppe, and I listen to Karlheinz Stockhausen’s Inori     It is like an opera with only one character and no singing, only thoughts visible as gesture and audible as reciprocally modulated sound… The solo part is composed as a melody and theoretically performed by a melody instrument; however the relationship between the solo gesture and orchestra response is so complete that the solo melody is invariably interpreted in silence by a dancer-mime, employing a vocabulary of gestures drawn from a variety of religious practices…     Music is Pardes     Music orchestrates the Orchard and exceeds Eden     Music magnifies macrocosm microcosm the alchemical magnum opus / ouroboros oscillating glass god menagerie the chymical wedding     Music swims rainbow serpent vision serpent Pishon Gihon Tigris Euphrates     Music encompasses the whole land of Havilah, where there is gold, and the gold of that land is good; there is bdellium and the onyx stone     Music mates metallurgy, and I masturbate music onan ouroborus a Woman World Serpent     Music missiles mathematics, the monochromatic pink laser beam     The Opera auscultates Ouroboros, beat bomb book the Shaman or soloist in trance     The Opera aims its ovipositor and taproots ouroboros, bereshit the tonsils of Torah     My mouth emanates the vessels in language, and the shattering of the letters births beautiful babel / magician music     Pardes paridaidam distills water woman rushing rivers finnegans wake / thy plants are a pardes of pomegranates, which pleasant faeries; camphire, with spikenard     Pardes puzzles utopia uchronia umbral moonshine heretics     I opponent apostle the Man of God and the Son of man worshipping Woman     I cut Christ into pieces and Fay carry the carcass (for whatever reason, the Papa Roach song Last Resort resonates in my head)     I cut Christ and Christina a single one or other one, Gospel male and female     The cut cripples crucifies cremates bodies burning (I considered fire, but feared that the burning of an infinite book might be similarly infinite, and suffocate the planet in smoke     The Book is Infinite / the Music is Unending     I am Elisha Ben Abuyah     I am Sabbatai Sevi     I architect Acher, the Other One     I anneal Acher, Benjamin Backwards but I root radical ricochet reconnaissance, Watcher Woman     Learning Torah as a child is like writing on fresh paper, but learning Torah in old age is like writing on a palimpsest     I attack Torah trombone slides music translation and its symmetries signal pink noise / music mallet     I tremble Torah calypso language and Sonny Rollins improvises truncated text over St. Thomas    Similarly, they said about Acher, when he would stand after learning in the study hall, many heretical books, which he had been reading, would fall from his lap     I hallow heretical books, and their heresies hilasterion Hanged Man Benjamin suspended Yahweh     I hiss heretical books, singing greek serpent songs and Sons of Solomon, the Holy of Holies

Jacob Bernoulli wanted such a spiral engraved on his headstone along with the phrase “Eadem mutata resurgo” (“Although changed, I shall arise the same”), but, by error, an Archimedean Spiral was placed there instead     Spiral spools strange linen, the read tacked forth and back, and I trace my sins slender sister     I track my sins splendor sister, and she acts axe alchemy     She spindles keystone Acts of the Apostles and adjoins arachnid anarchy     I ark alchemy anarchy tunes tin-pan alley, and tin trins triples transformation: transubstantiation bloody wine and fleshy bread     Whenever, then, the mixed cup and the bread that has been made receive the Word of God, the Eucharist becomes the body of Christ, and by it the substance of our flesh is nourished and sustained     I obsess Eucharist: I obsess text itself a body of Christ     I obsess letters texture itself a bride of Christ     Letter liturgies lamppost lampreys layered lake / Lady of the Lake monsters Messiah     Lady of the Lake matrices mortuary, dead diabolical dead     Dead transform, dead medium mausoleum ashes we all fall down     Dead dowses direction Body of Christ, the source and summit of Christian life, and I almost allow Christianity entry     Christianity crypts Black Iron Prison (once in a cheap science fiction novel, fat had come across a perfect description of the Black Iron Prison, but set in the far future.  So if you superimposed the past (ancient Rome) over the present (California in the twentieth century) and superimposed the far future world of the Android Cried Me a River over that, you got the Empire, as the supra- or trans-temporal constant.  Everyone who had even lived was literally surrounded by the iron walls of the prison; they were all inside of it and none of them knew it.)  Christianity crypts Black Iron Prison: that is, the dead assemble its walls     bone bars skeleton scaffolding     Christianity crypts vault vision, haruspex hemorrhage, and I bathe blood inspecting entrails     I gore my body desert disembowelment protruding viscera empty gut     I hang from my own intestines intermodulation     Body polytonality     Body ambiguity     Flesh scatter and debris     Crypt scries Kryptos, hidden horror and secret serpent     Crypt skewers sieves Book of Sand (at night, during the rare intervals spared me by insomnia, I dreamed of the Book     Christianity keeps my crypt (The Empire Never Ended     Christianity slams Black Iron Prison (I am a secret gnostic, the true follower of Jesus Christ     Christianity collects corpses, cloisters of catacombs / I meet monarch at the monastery     I meet Mary Caldera seven sisters and the prayer labyrinth stones my sins     In the solo for St. Thomas, Rollins uses repetition of a rhythmic pattern and variations of that pattern, covering only a few tones in a tight range, and employing staccato and semi-detached notes.  This is interrupted by a sudden flourish, utilizing a much wider range before returning to a former pattern.  Rollins very often used rhythm for its own sake.  He will sometimes improvise on a rhythmic pattern instead of on the melody or the changes.  I write rhythm ritual, ritual rock and stone     I write rhythm retinoblastomas, narcotic neoplasms bird oculus / mirror margins mirror     Blind Lemon Jefferson gospel and blues     Gospel rhythms and rhymes ornithology and I cluster scatting How High Is The Moon     Gospel slants and ostinatos oculus and oracle, a bloody blues blessing bones     I repeat Gospel Word rhythm Woman rhyme, and red rock roses radio     Rock amasses mineraloid matter, Mack the Knife stabbing nonlinear Earth or nocturnal narration      I narrate nocturne, Bela Bartok night music / Dorothea Tanning’s A Little Night Music     Quiet, blurred cluster chords and imitations of the twittering of birds and croaking of nocturnal creatures     In an atmosphere of hushed expectancy, a tapestry is woven of tiny sounds of nocturnal animals and insects     Eerie dissonances providing a backdrop to sounds of nature and lonely melodies     I annihilate night     I null night rhythm raw repetition patterns insects     Insects mine iron, metal mold magma metamorphic rock, rock rounding desert     sailing rocks death valley     Valley volume elliptic ellipsis epilepsy, gimme gimme shock treatment, and electricity elephants elan insects, rhythm order oxygen     Oxygen catastrophe or oxygen clathrate gun mews methane merger blue marble and night music hushed acid hail and pyroclastic flow funeral pyres     The Hungarian Unka frog Bomdina bombina, whose call is imitated in The Night’s Music.  After making a first noisy appearance in bar 6, he features throughout the piece, disrespecting metre and tonality, ribbiting for the last time in bar 70 before hopping off / A cicada, Tibicen linnei, of which the sound features in night music     I think of the phrase Rhythm of the Night, and it reminds me of DeBarge’s Rhythm of the Night, and I almost refrain from using it, but what’s so offensive about pop music?  Pop pinballs popcorn Dance Dance Revolution and I refuse nothing from night or rhythm     I accept the banal and kitsch within me, and it sheens playful beauty     When I was a child, I loved the music of Michael Jackson and one of my favorite movies was Moonwalker (Moonwalker is a 1988 American anthology musical film starring Michael Jackson.  Rather than featuring one continuous narrative, the film expresses the influence of fandom and innocence through a collection of short films about Michael Jackson, several which are long form music videos from Michael Jackson’s Bad album)      I wonder if its episodic yet linked nature of the film has subconsciously influenced my writing     I accept Banal Benjamin and Kirsten Benjamin as much as Bartok Benjamin or Borges Benjamin     Benjamin rhythms rollins improvising pattern and gesture, and every gestures jaguars Absent Yahweh or Yahweh Sprawl (I wanted to know the exact dimensions of hell.  Does this sound simple?  Fuck you!  Are you for sale?  Does Fuck You sound simple enough?)     Yahweh sprawls Kraken or Sea Serpent swinging ragnorak ribbons / Yahweh corpse globules and goblins wash reed sea everywhen     I use rhythm for its own sake / I use sound for its own sake     Rhythm and sound by itself imparts semanatics     I use rhythm for its own sake night music molecule man insects, and I ostinato ouroboros and Sirius     VALIS and Black Iron Prison     I ostinato ouroboros down in the alley, in the valley of Vision

In the beginning when God created the heavens and the earth, the earth was a formless void and darkness covered the face of the deep     In Beginning and by Beginning, Book     Through Beginning and to Beginning, Library     I declare the library is endless / I say the library unends undulating unend     Bereshit I beguile behemoth and bloodstream benediction, a documentary hypothesis     I soot sort my sources, a sword cleaving Christina library     The documentary hypothesis is one of the models used by biblical scholars to explain the origins and composition of the Torah… It posited that the Pentateuch is a composition of four originally independent documents: the Jahwist, Elohist, Deuteronomist, and Priestly sources…  The sources would have been joined together at various points in time by a series of redactors…     I adore the classical documentary hypothesis because I too assemble and redact     I collect and I arrange     I compile and I sort     I bricoleur texts as bricks Tower of Babel / Library of Babylon     I collage page piles into Passion, God golgotha and gethsemane identical geometry, and my ley lines intervals as a lance, blood and water flowing separately     I dance in doublets documenting hypothesis David before the Ark anterior Other, in the beginning in the beginning     Before the Beginning in the Beginning the Beginning brackish backscatters blanketflowers, and Benjamin beatitudes Black Iron Prison     The Alephisaurus ferox cannibalizes other lancetfish and I lectern lavender town syndrome     The fish are simultaneously hermaphrodites and I herta double bass patterns the beginningless beginning     A midrash explains that six things preceded the creation of the world: the Torah and the Throne of Glory were created, the creation of the Patriarchs was contemplated, the creation of Israel was contemplated, the creation of the Temple of Jerusalem was contemplated, and the name of the messiah was contemplated, as well as repentance     I behold Torah before Torah     I inscribe letters before letters flint spark fire future fire and flame brands Benjamin     Flame brasses Benjamin bone folder and book binder, and I suture skeleton to skeleton the stretch of the letters     I behold the messiah before Messiah, the Woman, and she spellbounds book sorcery a Witch of Endor     She marrows messianic, a woman possessor of the ob at Endor     She tablets talisman and wineskin elohim rising     She christs tables of correspondences, the network and web weaving Word to words     The poet makes this woman say, Shade, obey my spells, for I evoke not a soul from gloomy Tartarus, but one which hath gone down thither a little while since, and which is still at the gate of hell     Hell hearth harasses as hornet, yapped yellowjacket Yahweh     Hell hostile or hospital haps Hanged Man Tar Taryn     I hang Chariot messianic chalice, the comb of Cathedral     My suspension sirens odyssey an oily oneiric I ingest entheogens / the mushroom woman speaks to me     The messianic woman holds dialogue urim and thummim     Her lights and perfections     Her command and oracle emanating Torah of Torah, messianic Torah     I noose necromantia, Krystal Katabasis bird song     I krone text kudzu, conqueror root ritual     Rituals could be quite elaborate, involving magic circles, wands, talismans, and incantations… The necromancer might also surround himself with morbid aspects of death, which often included wearing the deceased’s clothing and consuming foods that symbolized lifelessness and decay such as unleavened black bread and unfermented grape juice…  Some necromancers even went so far as to take part in the mutilation and consumption of corpses     I novel necromancy neoning nonce and almost-nonsense     Nevertheless, the Dead speak     The Dead dialogue nuclear and needlework graft genesis, Creation from rhizomatic decay and rupture / Dead branch Benjamin     I t came about within a black acrimonious humor, which, being lodged in the linings of the ventricle, produced a voracity for human flesh     I consume Christina     I cannibalize Christ Eucharist     For I received from the Lord what I also delivered to you, that the Lord Jesus on the night when he was betrayed took bread, and when he had given thanks, he broke it and said, This is my body which is for you.  Do this in remembrance of me… I receive from the Lord the Rhinoceros, a single-horned triceratops breaking bread, and Zebra zoos zirconium: VALIS Zombie     Zebra zettabytes VALIS zeitgeist for my flesh is food indeed, and my blood is drink indeed     He who eats my flesh and drinks my blood abides in me, and I in him     Blood births belly black bitumen flows Taryn tar pits, the ritual pit ob used by the Witch of Endor     Blood boils cauldron Weyward Witches and Witches west Wendigo, my god gluttony     Human bones that have been de-fleshed by other humans go back 600,000 years ago Benjamin blood and bone burial basks in the solar barge     Benjamin blood and bone burning balances book, hexagram hues hexagram, holst universe     Defleshed bone phantoms facets surgical obsidian, and I cut into cranium corpse cordials     The Wendigo was gaunt to the point of emaciation, its desiccated skin pulled tightly over its bones… With its bones pushing out against its skin, its complexion the ash grey of death, and its eyes pushed back deep into their sockets, the Wendigo looked like a gaunt skeleton disinterred from its grave…     Grave ghosts God: Sheol sharks Holy Spirit     Grave gasps grasps gullet God choking Benjamin blowfish: Sheol shattered shits the glass menagerie, the horn of the unicorn goring Holy Ghost     I obsess grave or God, a death-burial and psychopomp pushing death puzzle paranoia, and I pursue New Jerusalem psychosis     Grave gallows waning gibbous moon, an Other / Hanged Man     I hang grave horror vacui, abomination of shapes premature burial     Skeleton broadcasts or scatters seed the parable of the sower, but all he reaps is famine     Skeleton skewers skin to skin, Christ crispy over charcoal, and I eat voracious vermin vespertine (cloud clusters crushing unknowing     My skeleton or desert doppelganger gems the gulf oubliette, incarnation immurement, and it buries Belial with Benjamin     Desert dines on my body anchorite and the cell chews my bones and blood     Desert dissects my body ascetic and the cell psalms Office of the Dead     I song solitary with my dead and I depend on the dead     I remove my organs in the anchorhold, and I amplify appetite for the dead     Skeleton drones desert distortion the torsion of sine waves water woman mermaid devouring sailors 

I begin again IN THE BEGINNING THE UNIVERSE (which others call the Library)     I begin again WHEN IN THE BEGINNING GOD CREATED THE HEAVENS AND EARTH, THE EARTH WAS THE LIBRARY     I begin Bereshit bara Elohim et hashamayim re’et ha’aretz and the earth was the Void of the Library and the Abyss of the Book     This unit is composed of two principal layers, a Priestly source that also provides an editorial framework and an earlier non-Priestly primeval history that uses the divine name Yahweh… The present combined text is an intricate narrative, with echoes of Creation and Un-Creation, struggles surrounding human god-likeness and other themes… I listen to Otomo Yoshide play solo guitar at the Transformer Station in Cleveland, Ohio     He plays the un-creation of Ornette Coleman’s Lonely Woman, his own composition The Blue Kite, and Charlie Haden’s Song for Chef     Un-Creation unidimensional untranslates ultramodernists, Aten Sun Tsardom dissonant counterpoint clanks amplified guitar collision, J.G. Ballard Cronenberg Crash     This unit ungulates urban legends harness The Hook and Lovers’ Lane Murder     Creation Un-Creation eckstasis decomposition decoherence haul desert sprawl     Snopes writer David Mikkelson has speculated that the legend might have roots in real life lovers’ lane murders, such as the 1946 Texarkana Moonlight Murders     Creation guzzles gasoline gambit urban legend or legendary narrative or mytheme mythology, and I mature in the myth     I mature in the myth mushrooms, Amantia muscaria, an echo ergot cantillation Taryn Tehillim     Creation gaslights primeval history hallucination, unit collapsing unit nad unit colliding unit erotic crash enfleshed (I want really big tits, out to here, so the audience can see em git all cut up and crushed on the dashboard     You had sex with all those men in cars?  Only in cars?  Yes.  I didn’t plan on it that way.  Did you fantasize that Vaughn was photographing all these sex acts as though they were traffic accidents?  Yes.  They felt like traffic accidents.     The car crash is a fertilizing rather than destructive event)     The car crash is a fertilizing rather than destructive event, a casket halo twisted metal cornucopia     Creation uncocks twisted metal contortionist flesh flash flasks to the Field      Creation tips a Taryn test tuba that shatters into a Hook I know what you did last summer     Creation coalesces, big bang car crash horrendous spaces kablooie, keg kryptonite Banjo-Kazooie video game Creation carefalls Jack the Ripper hallucination glimpses television skyscrapers, and my hook hangs Texas chain saw massacre     Massacre mason ghoul god geometry     God grasps my geometry ultraparallel diverging parallel non-interesting     Plane point tessellation tickles the dragon, Leviathan lobotomy leviathan biting benjamin / bite of ‘83     Creation gaps geometry, aporia apeiron and Earth eros egos infinite the uncountable set / I have faith in the continuum hypothesis     I occupy outfield ontological maximalism     I meet metastases mathematical universe hypothesis and ultimate ensemble theory: our external physical reality is a mathematical structure (God geometrizes     God murmurs messiah as mathematics, additions and subtractions letters of Torah / God gematria     God at the thrones mathematics, mathematics inhabiting mathematics merkabah mystery     I motor merkabah maximalism image multiplying image god redundancy and repetition     Book redundancy and repetition reaps many disciplini arcani disciples and at martyrdom, Plato’s Ghost immediately imbues their souls with his unwritten doctrines     I have been thinking a lot about simultaenousness and counterpoint lately      Elliot Carter’s use of movement long polyrhythms, Stockhausen’s Gruppen and Xenakis’ spatial compositions, Charles Ives’ use of quotation, Luciano Berio’s collage and collision of Sinfonia, Anthony Braxton’s Quartet playing multiple compositions plus improvisation at once…     I think the Book and Writing is heading in this direction     texts colliding and bouncing off each other to the upmost degree     Mikhail Bahtkin’s heteroglossia and dialogic