The rhizome pertains to a map that most be produced, constructed, a map that is always detachable, connectable, reversible, modifiable, and has multiple entranceways and exits and its own lines of flight Rhizome rabbitbrushes Christina crane cave, miles and miles subterranean Rhizome rabblerouses or rewrites Bereshit Benjamin, Human Flesh Book Human Flesh (Clive Barker’s Books of Blood?) and my blood rhizomes radiant the Burden of the Valley Dumah Donmeh, and I clad myself in animal clades crypto-gnostic and crypto-Christian The map and not a tracing marlins Taryn all margins and the purple martin marinas multiplicity Map magic melody Thelonious Monk and Monk dances a precursor to Chasin’ The Trane / strolling sand dunes and sand pipers Map lionmanes multiplicity, ligament lighthouse laparoscopic surgery / the incision is the incarnation The map is the mass and myth, the modal mother macrocosm The map is mystic and mammal: the lion-face and bear-face Yahweh I amp onto the map multiples multiphonic and I revisit the same paths or crossroads or cross Gospel Gethsemane Golgotha These are the hidden sayings (the secret sayings or obscure sayings) that the living Yeshua spoke and Yehuda Toma the twin recorded Sayings sword Word Woman Gospel / the beginning of the gospel of Jesus Christ, the Son of God Saying begins or begins saying Benjamin Bereshit and the Human homunculus mustard seed and seed sows twelve-tone row rhizomes / the saying atonal The Saying Pantonal Saying All-Interval Tetrachord Saying begins the Book: the occult saying hides the Book and the Word Woman twists twin hermeneutics into knot not the zero point or zero number The Saying spears Adam’s side (deep sleep they made to fall upon him, and he slept, is ignorance. They cut open his side like a living woman) and the spear spins stone sparks side to side then face to face and I behold her as a woman: she is midwife, woman, one who gives birth The sayings send me into Desert Holy Ghost Holy Spirit and I debride the dune complex dune field sand sea sarcophagus (look into your depths, pray to your depths, awaken the dead) Dead deepen or dirge sand soil canyon echo, and the dead return voices The dead do the police in different voices and voice invokes Kassandra or Clytemnestra / ouroboros Oresteia The Saying prophesies and I prophesy precision pillars the salt pans flat faced and non-hierarchical, and my archaeology uncovers the cavern-uncross and cross-cave Christina cathedral alchemy Everything scatters everything ruptures Everything decays The overgrowth overtakes or overwhelms the order / I stain all with ochre Both rods and rings, as well as the nerite shells, were stained superficially with red, and lay in the same red substance that envelopes the bones Holy Ghost hematite sketches red skeleton or scorches skeleton, a kind fire kindred root in root rupturing into rhizome Bone of my bone and flesh of my flesh, Christina fires ran red ruby red phryrgian red and she tone clusters secret crypt heterodox Christians gathering I imagine a Christ among archaic humans before the migrations Out of Africa, commingling among other hominins in the Cradle of Humankind / Christ helps buoy Homo naledi remains in the Rising tar Cave System (they speculate the placing of dead bodies in the cave was a ritualistic behavior, a sign of symbolic thought) The dead Archaic Human speak rite and ritual to me Their blood Book my blood (the band Neurosis sings on the on the song A Sun That Never Sets: the blood that flows through me is not my own, the blood is from the past and not my own) The dead Archaic Human speak span and spirit, and many ancient hominins thread throne taryn saints, and the saints sanctify stones and spears with animal blood The bear-goddess feeds the bear and Bear Bacchus drinks Benjamin's bones / marrow melon matter Evidence suggests that Neanderthals could have worshipped the cave bear and bear bones have been discovered in several cave sites across Western Eurasia I worship the Bear as Brother and Sister, and my Sister slices open my bones My bones bend backward ballroom and the room reach rascals horn Holy Ghost The Holy Ghost chrisms Cave Bear and Bear prophesies to me She speaks Taryn-language and totem-language, and she anoints the Bear-Animal and Human-Animal Christ and Christ Christina and Christina Christ among the Cave Bears canticles Gospel, and Gospel geodes guts and bloody cross for all creation My bones bite bear black paintings black bile and Bear baptizes me in glacier gospel runoff Bear skulls were found by Andre Leroi-Gourhan arranged in a perfect circle in Saone-et-Loire I collect the Bear Benjamin and the Bear bricolage bares teeth Bereshit and Beginning I begin bone language bear language the light entering light or the light exits eccentricity and the bear bone digs desert across cross cave cavity The cavity cooks corpses, and I fashion world and word from Tiamat Taryn’s body Skull scalloped fretboard and I swing surround Bear skeleton, Christ the Shepherd I hang the skull of the Bear onto the Tree, and I venerate her as a totem I venerate her as totem and tree circles the transformation of human skin into bear skin / I call the bear by its true name I call the Woman by her true name, and Asia befriends me The Sorcerer, Grotte de Gabillou This is a horned and bearded figure Note that apart from the slimness of the torso, the only features which defined this engraving as human is the way the back legs are bent, and the shape of the right leg and foot The sorcerer haunts Holy Ghost Shaman, and the Sorcerer saturates androgyny The Sorcerer saturates androgyny, and her feminine feline fires a flask three nulls three women three witches, and the halls make three phases of the work I work sword shaman sorcerer and her stone draws sympathetic magic on cave walls and the first drawing begins in spring under the sign of Aries and the decaying corpse The corpse candle illuminates the corpuscular theory of light and the Christ comet appears in the Kingdom of the skies as an auspicious sign The corpse cantilevers corpse and I coat the body in red ochre I coat the Church in red ochre, and I reveal its bones, the Human and Bear body Human and Antelope body Her horns gore and the castle of bodies bless no border and the rupture, and the Sorcerer conducts rhizomes or Zim Music Zebra In summer, in the sign of Leo the conjunction of Spirit and Soul occur, and the Oculus aums ouroboros body The oculus or cave lamp circled circles John Coltrane’s Om and I chant the word the woman the cauldron I stir summer salts sorcerer and her horns catch lightning liminal lionness between spaces In winter, in the sign of Sagittarius, the indestructible red spirit-body emerges, the elixir or drinkable gold I want more of the sense of expansion of time: I want the time to move plastic / time travels to the tigers and the sorcerer tinctures time The Sorcerer gardens gold or god and the red god migrates to the ganglia / I conduct bear brain and bear becomes human
Month: January 2023
Ghost Graves Ghost Grove Stained Glass Glory
Ghost graves Ghost Grove stained glass glory and I improvise glory tenor saxophone shekinah Holy Ghost gamma gammon god glitches free jazz and free jazz jams ensemble ghost group gruppen His trio and quartet records of 1964, such as Spiritual Unity and The Hilversum Sessions, show him advancing his improvisational notions of John Coltrane and Ornette Coleman into abstract realms where whole timbre, and not just mainly harmony with melody, is the music’s backbone Taryn timbre trinity triangles tenor saxophone and I overblow multiphonics Holy Ghost Holy Ghost glides grotto saints and blessed virgin mary and I god game glacier slow movement or slow spirit spider web Web is Woman and web makes Woman ghost gosling ghost insects Timbre torques Taryn many threads the clue to Christ Christ Son of Man or Christ Human Being triples timber tenor saxophone and his vibrato wishbones my vibrato Timbre titles and tiles text, meandering solos that are meant to be treated as meditations on sacred texts and I speak in tongues writing I speak in tongues Book music and the Book is as old as water and fire Timbre tremors my tendons Taryn triangle trinity tri-axium Timbre tackles my bone tuberosities Taryn Tenor Tunnels tilt-a-whirl One of Coltrane’s last wishes was that Ayler and Ornette Coleman should play at his funeral / I once requested that Christian should play the tune Seraphic Light by John Coltrane at my funeral (When I was 19 or 20, I wrote the line: Seraphic Light, countermelody to my life) The father, the son, and holy ghost. What Coltrane was talking about there – maybe it was a biblical term: he was the father, Pharoah was the son, and I was the holy ghost. And only he could tell me things like that. I am the holy ghost – Christina and Asia too. I wrote about you today, how you are the church. How am I the church? I do think you have the Divine within you. Maybe what I mean is you hold God to the line: you live out the God in what God is supposed to be: completely inclusive, totally radical non-hierarchical love. I still don’t think that I’m divine or that radical. What makes your love not radical? There is nothing world-shattering about my beliefs and if it is than our world is pathetic. My beliefs basically boil down to “people should have rights” and “you shouldn’t need money to live”. Tell me what’s so radical about it. Aren’t you an anarchist? I was thinking about John Coltrane’s record Ascension, and an analysis I said it was the first (free) jazz record that was really non-hierarchical, with no leader but everything acting as a musical community. Non-hierarchy is radical in the Western World. That’s why free jazz was considered inherently political. I didn’t come up with any of these ideas. It’s like religion, I say. There are people who study the religion and spiritual practices from historical and cultural and textural context, but that doesn't make it a living religion. It’s the practitioners who shape it and live it and transform it. Like magick. People study magick but they don’t practice it, but the Magicians make it a reality. You make it a reality. And how am I practicing in a way that’s radical? The act of just practicing it is a radical act. You are also a writer. You should know that the writer is the contemporary Bard and a Magician. You cast spells by the act of writing. Also, I write you. I witness you and by writing you, I prophesy you, and that is another record of your radical practice. This ignores the direct influence you have on Kenneth, Adelaide, your students, me. I think God is in all of us but not all of us live the God. The potential of the Kingdom of God. I think you do it in a lot of ways. You inspire me a lot too. I do think truly living the God is radical… I am the Holy Ghost – Taryn and Asia too Holy Ghost generates bone gaps that gyre and gimble in the wabe, and wabe wavers Woman Holy ghost Ghosts Variations One and Two, and One always-already sun-dials multiple / the Christian Cathedral gardens the Christ community and Christ cantaloupe music Christina I am the holy ghost and I gospel Asia Gold and Silver I gospel Krystal Kerygma the Cathedral and Cathedral cascades anarchy Coltrane said, Ayler fills an area that seems I hadn’t gotten to… I think what he’s doing, it seems to be moving music into even higher frequencies… My frequency fanfares female: my wavelength loops Woman and Woman is Gospel Woman gospels holy ghost impossible frequencies the spiritual scream and screech, scarecrow glossolalia Coltrane first heard Ayler in 1962, after which he told Ayler that he had heard himself playing like that in a dream once I dream tenor saxophone in the Desert, and the melody medley moats mercurial the Book of Daniel / Daniel had a dream and visions of his head as he lay in bed Daniel and Desert dream descent / Apocalypse and Apocatastasis The first was like a lion and had eagle’s wings, and lion laces lore my mythopoeisis Lion leaps the myth is writing and writing is myth, a dream and desert apocalypse, and I meet the lion-faced demiurge in desert I lent lion in desert and the demiurge dines on my digits, the den undead (look into your depths, pray to your depths, waken the dead) The demiurge is my dead and even false divinity teaches: imitation god gives grains gnosis the Wheat Woman harvest The demiurge is my shadow, sun sign in the desert / she shines son of man solo tenor saxophone The below is as above, and the above is as the below, to perfect the wonders of the One I hear above Albert Ayler in Greenwich Village and blows tenor saxophone kisses to angels I hear above Albert Ayler catalyzing alchemy with tenor saxophone gospel vibrato, Christina cosmos or core drill cathedral (I am the Church / I am the Cathedral / I am the Holy Ghost, and Krystal and Asia too) Above, Albert Ayler tenors timbre as an Acheulean handaxe through bone marrow and the bone beckons below Bone below benjamin descends (the descent is the ascent Bone below benjamin depths and the deep dreams desert music / structureless structure but the garden Play! Fill it up with sound! So I play and in play language disintegrated language deconstructs serpent slake slate serpent, and she zones zebra xenoglossia We weren’t playing: we were listening to each other / I listen to the Lady in the Lake and the Lady in the Lightning Lighthouse and she samples microsounds layers compacting layers the continual group glossolalia Anyone who inadvertently enters this linguistic area will suddenly find himself in a chaotic system of references, a network of constantly-changing code-name and symbols for arcane substances, in which everything can always apparently mean anything else… Perhaps the same can be said of any text or language but especially of my written language: a leaf language or lithic flake language largo rhizome I feel everything exchange interchange and music language leaks the same souls or lurches lilac plant panic prayer the animal I feel every thing Taryn Tyrannosaurus rex rex necromensis or necropolis and matter metropolitan lymphs latex heterotopias / Christ resides in my cemetery God ghouls in my graveyard manufacturing makeshift Gehenna I enter exit desert witches and devils holy ghost and the Ghost avant-garde arcanes arcades apparitions-in-alchemy, and my above is my below the black paintings outlining Adam Kadmon over ouroboros The master answered and said, I tell you the truth, none will be saved unless they believe in my cross, for God’s Kingdom belongs to those who have believed in my cross I encounter the Cross allwhen everywhere the Dreamtime Desert Cross conducts context, a continuation-discontinuation of the cut into text weeping woman wounded woman and wounded woman washes Christ’s body as wounded healer Cross car crash carnival communes cutting contests and I play tenor saxophone noise swallow, the crowd of the Cross (Penderecki’s St. Luke’s Passion) Every point of the Book converges to the Cross: the metric of the Book coalesces Cross Cross connects Cross Christ Christina and I play Castlevania while listening to Coltrane Live in Japan, and he crucified the World Web Woman Sacred Well Cross circulates coastline Holy Ghost and the Ghost galaga or galaxian ubiks arcade benjamin / benjamin ascension Cross coheres Holy Ghost communion and my community caterpillars women / Her musicians bewitch benjamin Holy Ghost magic mouths multiplicity: multiple ritual multiple language multiple dolly dagger stratocaster feedback and distortion, and distortion belongs to the desert I’d listen to John Gilmore kinda closely before I made Chasin’ The Trane… So some of those things on there are really direct influences of listening to this cat… I write a pseudo-twelve-bar blues Chasin’ The Trane and the text Taryn topples sheets of sound interpreting sheets of sound, and my language courtyard carousels Yahweh Yardbird Charlie Parker Alice’s Blues I write Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland or Alice Coltrane playing a long solo on Live In Japan, and Alice peacock Angel attends the Antelope of the Cross Cross anvils antlers and bone twelve bar-blues, and I sign the Cross Chasin’ The Trane I wear Cross Woman Water dipped in Holy Spirit, and Coltrane stretches out the tenor saxophone serpent (the melody not only wasn’t written but it wasn’t even conceived before he played it. We set the tempo, and in we went) I set the Taryn Tempo Text, and I write typhoon Flesh on timpani and mallets I improvise the Image Icon Imago of the Cross, and the Caterpillar Woman constructs chrysalis from Christ’s body blues bathers the dangers of unbridled improvisation The body stretches segments sections semantics and the language lyrics ladder the Cross Cavemen In the courtyard: sulfur and mercury, the two basic components of matter Sulfur species sound surgery, and the tenor saxophone sings a love supreme in twelve different keys Sulfur sideways scrambles symmetry and I play symmetry river rotations rock rotations water swelling skeletons My skeleton seeds sulfur the sorcerer I etch the sorcerer on blue rock mercury, and her silver shines my skull / I smash my skull against cave wall womb and honeybees emerge from the fractures My skull scorched in sulfur spirals the ship and my flesh fumes the funk transition transfiguration earth exalted earth Coltrane told him that he was attempting to achieve musically was, starting a sentence in the middle, and then going to the beginning and the end of it at the same time… both directions at once I write the rhizome middle interior to middle, no beginning or end, but both directions at once The direction drive meditations in the desert, in the courtyard of the tabernacle The directions twist or contort the Cross cross Taryn and Taryn tents the mysteries and eschaton of the Tabernacle The directions tilt-a-whirl or twirl Taryn the god at golgotha and the guts Cross Christ spear side Unlike a structure, which is defined by a set of points and positions, the rhizome is made only of lines: lines of segmentarity and stratification of its dimensions, and the line of flight deterritorialized as the maximum dimension after which the multiplicity undergoes metamorphosis, changed in nature… Not architecture, but gardening and I garden God every connection is a connection and everything connects to everything both directions at once I garden Good root rhizome radical run to run and the only rupture is Cross, itself rhizome residue tehiru Taryn
The Word Escapes Me And The Music Ceases
I haven’t written anything in two or three days, and I feel lost and silly The word escapes me and the music ceases Midway through life’s journey I became aware that I had strayed into a dark forest, and the right path appeared not anywhere Inferno infused dark forest dark night of the soul, the sentence and word straightened stretch to Hell Hell helios scaphs horror, the hunched lighthouse in the distance / the hunched human being The raucous clamoring of the ensemble could be interpreted as the anguished cries of souls in hell, or as the rushing wings of approaching angels, or as the angry cries of people on earth witnessing the way the world stood in 1965 (in 2022) I enter exit the ensemble and the ensemble eras or evas Earth, and my ensemble thrusts a female flame Female flame flashes ball lightning Ascension and I improvise sound mass catholic mass the ecstasy in Eucharist Each soloist is working within the rhythmic and modal constraints of the theme, but each is looking for a way to push those limits Not only are the limits of the structure at risk, but each player is also looking for ways to stretch the sound of his instrument, with false fingerings, overtones, and extreme registers being the modus operandi (I improvise solo tenor saxophone and I drone multiphonics and quarter-tone fingerings I trill alternate fingerings and gut glossolalia ghost timbres) The structureless structures saws sea and sea sums submarine matter and material, and the underground sits shamanic The structureless structure shamans sea sky sun and I swan with my spirit spouse No structures but Garden and Garden rosettes rhizome, the tangle or tango of infinite tendrils / trill truss Taryn No structures but the Garden and the Woman Spirit came at him and spoke with him saying, Arise Adam… When he saw her, he said, You have given me life, and you will be called Mother of the Living, for she is my mother she is physician she is woman one who has given birth Garden roams rhizome or ricochet, faerie ringlets or crash cymbal circles, and Elvin Jones jams polyrhythm multiplicity Ensemble always multiplies, not a one but an uncountable crop, the Field Feminine Coral Kaleidoscope I enter exit ensemble the Garden and Garden glows god gulp the glade gator of Woman No structure but the Garden Ensemble, the acknowledgment in air and aether, and the garden rhizomes Zebra’s jaws The garden rhizomes Zebra’s jaws and she gives me vision of Woman as Judas Iscariot or Judas Iscariot as Taryn No structure but the oneiric engine which envisions Rhizomic Woman Ensemble Woman Vine Vox Vineyard Woman On the tour, during breaks, Coltrane frequently remained in his hotel room, practicing as usual, playing along to a tape of an Albert Ayler concert I practice or play the ply porygon of Albert Ayler’s tenor saxophone and I march match bells and vibrations or bells vibrato and prophecies I prophesy the play or practice centerless center structureless structure radiant baby rhizomic garden I play Coltrane playing Albert Ayler and the room region relief replays Lion-Face and Lion of the Tribe of Judah / room rhythm rubber bandit Benjamin While in Stockholm, Coltrane obtained a copy of an Albert Ayler record, probably Something Different!!!! Ayler’s first record Ayler would soon come to have a strong influence on Coltrane’s music I do not remember when I encountered Albert Ayler’s music: perhaps indeed it was through John Coltrane I bought Interstellar Space by John Coltrane (With Rashied Ali on drums) and it caused a paradigm shift in the way I thought about music No, wait, the first time I discovered Albert Ayler’s music was through the NPR series The Avant-Garde Made Easy with Kevin Whitehead He covered Albert Ayler, Sun Ra, Anthony Braxton, Lester Bowie, and Misha Mengelberg The composition Ghosts immediately struck me as something with spiritual virtuosity and tenor saxophone holy ghost vision Albert Ayler said, Trane was the Father, Pharoah was the Son, I am the Holy Ghost / John Coltrane’s group on Meditations plays Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
The Writing Frustrates Me And Eludes Me
There is a book of God, through which God questions himself. And there is a book of man. It is on the scale of God’s… In those days, John the Baptist appeared in the wilderness of Judea, proclaiming, Repent, for the Kingdom of Heaven has come near, and the Book biliteral or bifaced backmasks backwards and John the Baptist collects backbones Book bilateral or bifaced… In those days John the Baptist appeared in the wilderness of Judea, proclaiming, Repent, for the Kingdom of Heaven has come near, and the Book literal or bifaced butchers backwards and John the Baptist collects the backbones John the Baptist collects backbones benjamin bear flesh and bear face bites blood Cain and Abel John the Baptist John the Forerunner John the Immerser Yohanan the Dipper and she dips desert the drift dream or destruction derby / In those days came Yohanan the Dipper preaching the desert of Yehuda, saying Repent, the Kingdom of the skies is near, and the Dipper with dagger clutches South Sabella or Sabina, and she slays slewthrough The Book dark bards brackish and bloodfish bodywork, and my body backbone baths God venom Fuck, the writing frustrates me and eludes me I need a new approach which perhaps means the approach of the nonlinear and everything includes everything I decide to draw a card from Oblique Strategies: Gardening, not architecture Structureless structure strammond architecture but the rhizome… Rhizome grows ghosts to repel ghosts the hauntological garden…
Origin Orchards The Originless Origin
In 1965, in his studio in Warsaw, Opalka began painting numbers from one to infinity, starting in the top left-hand corner of the canvas and finishing in the bottom right-hand corner, the tiny numbers painted in horizontal rows. Each new canvas, which the artist called a “detail” took up counting where the last left off. Each “detail” had the same size (196 x 135 cm), the dimensions of his studio door in Warsaw. All details have the same title, “1965 / 1-∞”, the project had no definable end, and the artist pledged his life to its ongoing execution: “All my work is a single thing, the description from number one to infinity. A single thing, a single life.” Origin orchards the originless origin oceanic and bereshit outflows inflows the Book as Studio I repeat Bruce Nauman’s dictim: If I was an artist and I was in the studio, then whatever I was doing in the studio must be art… At this point art became more of an activity and less of a product… The Book studios bereshit and babel, not a single time-event but as a process: the process of the Kingdom or the process IT IS WRITTEN: it writes and continues to write, entirely rhizomic middle book canvas cantilevers studio and I contemplate cave darklight supernal light superluminary light I encounter the animal as evangelist and the she-lioness or she-bear speak the guttural god language or the Holy Spirit in bone marrow language The Anarchic Animal arias arche and chops beginning from beginning time is a flat circle or Christina watches too much television Nevertheless, the Animal is Cathedral The Cave is Cathedral Asia is the Church Book is Studio I fix the studio with my handaxe / any rock will suffice that supports a conchoidal fracture The rock circulates circular ruins / and if he left off dreaming of you… The rock rubbles circular ruins / the shortest path between two truths in the real domain passes through the complex plain The Studio is the Book is a Unit Circle and Circle cycles time times halftime Circle cycles Bereshit Book Babel and I assemble roots rhizome ringlets, the radical cut or chop into chymical primeval I make my handaxe with stone knapping and bone knapping, and the lithic flakes figure Aleph Alpha Aleph Arche and the archaic stones bones bear, the present combined text an intricate narrative with themes of creation and un-creation I uncreate or excavate the Book and Book eats prehistory and archaeology The Book barbarian or berserker arpeggiates Animal-Human Bear-Benjamin and in the anarchic animal, I apprehend Christ In the animal non-hierarchical Christina appears Cross and Crossroads And Jesus said to his disciples: I am come from that first mystery, which is also the last mystery, the four and twentieth mystery The mystery mixes and remixes the art studio and the process paints solar and lunar numbers The process pornographic pictographs pistis and God originates writing originates God the Middle Word God sources Book sources God the Woman Word and she pythons the name Yahweh the number Sabbath Saturn I marry the Mystery Christina Marie and she crucifies cave bear and cave lion complete, the comb of a compact circle Cave Bear and Cave Lion resurrect three days into mystery and between mystery, and the Animal actions always around the Circumfessed Human The Human circumfesses I am the Christ and I am the Cave Lion who devours and the book devours me Desert VALIS Vision I write the numbers counting Israel and Judah / Satan rose up against Israel and incited David to take a census of Israel and I count Yahweh I take my sword which is Word against Yahweh Ha-Satan my Adversary To count Yahweh is to include Yahweh in the Book and Yahweh cannot escape the Book To number Yahweh is to circle sister Yahweh in Book Mystery, First and Last Mystery, Twenty and Four Hundred Mystery, and I paint the Yahweh in my studio Yahweh barb wires my Book and Woman wordsmiths my open wound, wound dusted in Yahweh / everything embeds Yahweh, if you look close enough Yahweh among wheat wounds Woman, but she resurrects as a Cave Lion and her mandible massacres Son of Man The Cave Lion Woman Lucy Larisa Lucia Ames Animal scavenges for the teeth of El Shaddai El enters exits entry every tooth tags error I worship the semetic god El and Bull Benjamin bashes beyond the break Bull Benjamin blows byzantine bone and bone blinds the black paintings in the studio I worship El always in the guise of an Animal, and the Animal anti antes Woman El erupts Elohim the echo of creation and non-creation, antearche acid woman mushroom woman book woman, and El apples entheogen Mushroom is Mirror / I cannibalize human brain and bone marrow
Now The Whole Earth Had One Language…
Now the whole Earth had one language and the same words… This narrative (from the non-priestly Yahwist primeval history) revisits the theme of preservation of the divine-human boundary… The threat to this boundary, self-reflective speech by the LORD, and the act of the divine prevention all parallel 3.22-24 and 6.1-4… Word severs God from God: Language severs Yahweh from Yahweh and the grammar grinds god grass ghosts babel banshee Word splits God from God (It has neither beginning nor end, but always a middle from which it grows and which it already splits… It constitutes linear multiplicity with no dimensions having neither subject nor object, which can be laid out on a plane of consistency, and from which the one is always subtracted…) Word splits God from God as Archeulean handaxe and it strikes strobe light the lion-face fractured flint rhizomic Rhizome is Ascension Rhythm, car crash charlotte limestone ritual, and limestone stereos labyrinth the garden of forking paths The handaxe cleaves biface lionface babel and the Tower traces bereshit Bereshit and Babel bind Book without beginning and without end only middle (middle metals magic, the molten material metamorphosis / moth moonlight) Bereshit and Bbael blitz or blossom the Library Bahamut and Library John the Baptist (I am the voice of one crying out in the desert, make straight for the way of Adonai, as the prophet Yeshuyahu said) Bereshit babels barrage Babel ram rhizomic, and Elohim always-already plural speaks plural light the Towering Woman (The Towering Word) / each of these sources or documents is embedded in a (relatively) complete form in the Pentateuch, and each has a distinct vocabulary and theological perspective God heteroglossia hazes human homology and I take my handaxe and hunt hammer hybridity I hook harbor haunted hybridity and the source splatters the scramble of sources, symmetry asymmetry or the surrounded sideways Babel doublets doppelgangers points-to-groups liquid gods By this art you may contemplate the variation of the 23 letters… Each letter ladders the lattice illuminating god / each letter elaborates god discourses god desert god disaster The letters lime love local jazz myths and jazz narratives (the first major piece of work from the jazz avant-garde to valorize the idea not only of sheer volume but the texture in jazz-group interaction) Texture constructs New Testament and in the beginning the biface babel Texture constructs New Testament and in the beginning brook bubbling Word Woman and Woman Word The archetype model is generally bifacial and almond-shaped (amygadaloidal) lithic flake, and I texture flint of the Chevet Christ cut into the corpus hypercubus of the Cross The biface funnels texture Taryn Tower, the underground tunnel to her body and body saws biface letters longitudinal: bloody babel and Babylon Woman I carve icons Adonai Amygaladoidal with his Asherah Pole and I worship their completeness and complexity I was watching that episode of Moral Orel again where Orel has a vision and he realized I AM THE CHURCH, only to have his father beat it out of him… But I think in a real sense ASIA IS THE CHURCH as well. How am I the church? You’re the house in which the Divine Presence resides. What makes me the house of the divine? What makes nature the divine – the same reason. So everything is divine? It depends – you’re definitely full of the Divine though. Why? Because you’re Asia Rain. That’s not a qualification – that’s just my name. Names are important. Names have magical power, you know. That’s why the Jews do not pronounce the name Yahweh. So what's so special about my name? You are in the lineage of those who are the Divine Feminine. You remind Yahweh that he is incomplete because he is wholly masculine. He cannot grasp the feminine without those who are in the lineage of the Divine Feminine. OK, so let me get this straight: I’m divine because my name is divine and my name is divine because I’m a woman? Haha! Your name is a part of a holistic thing and being a woman is part of a holistic thing – there’s a multiplicity to it. Coincidentally, I just pulled up Spotify and it recommended me a podcast about women in theology. The universe is speaking to you! I was being a little facetious about the name thing but I do think your name is literal magic. I listen to Ascension by John Coltrane and Coltrane plays impulse impact incarnation / Coltrane initiates me into the intuitive, coven circles or witches’ sabbath, and through the texture I trace textile Taryn Tower Taryn Seven Thunders Watershed Woman John Coltrane transforms Benjamin Mount Tabor Tower of Babel Book Bible multiplicity / Book the big band thing But Coltrane kept a closer relationship with Naima, even calling her in 1964 to tell her that 90 percent of his playing would be prayer (90 percent of writing prays me and with me watershed woman) I enter exit the Coltrane Cavern and I knapp nardis fist wedge and fist axe, the angle antennae angels and angels art anarchy dripping acrylic paint on canvas Babel, interpreters and translators of language I machine or millet handaxe and I dig cut scrape chop pierce hammer angels, aerial ariel ascension Ascension digs cuts hammers non-hierarchy and angels seraph serpents wheel inside wheel snake woman A butcher attempts to cut a carcass wit ha handaxe and revealed that the handaxe was able to expose bone marrow My bone babels blowfish, a christ poison and pharmakon, and I drink his blood entheogen erotic eckstasis My bone babels the overdetermined handaxe and its symmetry stalagmites tenor saxophone sound-texture sound-tower signal-babel / Babel butterflies beautiful noise Genesis generates grindcore noisegrind god gruppen nucleosynthesis Genesis guerrillas glacial, the grindcore noisegrind handaxe hand grenade, and my marrow dematerializes languages and signs in the desert Bereshit and Babel arche Ascension, music magic the code rhizome I play the poison tenor saxophone, looped linear multiplicities I play the tenor saxophone animal, harmonic tension tiger or lion lydian, and I knapp my handaxe gnosis I write the nonlinear route rabbit magician cooking prima materia, and materia enters exits my bone marrow (I have a flashback of playing Final Fantasy 7 and chaining materia, specifically Knights of the Round, to defeat the Emerald Weapon) I continually return to John Coltrane or the Bible because they continually reveal, and the Revelation rows rhizome / row total chromatic and all-interval I return to Bereshit because the IN THE BEGINNING babels and bubbles the breaking into baptism / Yohannan the Dipper drenches me depths Woman Wonderwerk Fire Rabbi Jonah taught in the name of Rabbi Levi that the world was created with the letter bet, because just as the letter bet is closed at the sides but open in the front, so one is not permitted to investigate what is above and what is below, what is before and what is behind / Benjamin opens bet and I experience Chaos and Abyss I witness the Marriage of Heaven and Hell, Apocalypse and Apocatastasis Benjamin opens bet Book interior Book and Book exterior Book, and the Book boundless burrows bankless Black Paintings body body, the Serpent Ouroboros Bet entangles Benjamin with Bet / Bereshit swarms sounds texture Benjamin imprisoned in the Alchemical Tower total atoms Ascension as Event Community and Condensation in the catharsis of cathedral Tower ahead apart admits Ascension and the Event excavates and excavates Abyss-in-Cave, the Archaic Human as Artisan Shaman Messiah I mix bet bereshit Coltrane and the handaxe augments arche The handaxe arcades arche heaven and hell chaos and I hand house horns cave chasm cave / cave cardinal gnosis Everything connects to everything and everything follows everything / the observable universe umbras ouroboros, the macrocosmic serpent splinting my ulna and radius I pick up my handaxe and realize that the handaxe is one of the most problematic and cryptic objects in prehistory I pick up my handaxe and hack Yahweh of Hosts Yahweh Saboath small bifaces are found from the last Archeulean until the Aurignacian / I erase the bar lines I erase the bar lines music with repetitive structures and I cut the structure with my handaxe My handaxe segments syntax and semantics / Word Woman ravishes me Word Woman ravishes me mad rush mammoth
Musicians Amass Magic Myth
Musicians amass magic myth and mesh nets napalm Musicians amass magic myth and the metal mesh nets napalm / fire music hurricane music tornado music and the typhoon time times half a time Taryn Musician maras music magick and I improvise modal interchange and I mine modes underground grander music garden god I aim aeolian arche, minor keystone Krystal and she musics the Math Word or Word Math Woman The Bb Aeolian bathes blue blues and I solo tenor saxophone bear worship I solo tenor saxophone kassandra krystal phyrgian flesh figure form and I trace magic phantoms and spiritual animals Phyrgian fleets fifths and flatted fifths feline and Christina cats roller coaster teeth / my teeth taste Taryn’s teeth a mouth filled with blood The melodic germ of Ascension is a short motif which resembles the main theme of A Love Supreme’s Acknowledgment section; however this motif is secondary in importance to the presence of descending lines which serve to define and articulate the modes The melody mists mesa canyon cave cavern and the desert darling drones dorian aeolian phyrgian melody flay floor function The melody mallet quartets queer no corners but circle as catalyst (Cain Christina Chimera) Melody meshes or mosses maze, the zero melody or melody continuum and it winds as a wild mouse midway woman Melody mutates mean median medley and the medium is material The medium is material black paintings or the paintings monochrome and I cascade chromatic scales a precursor to Interstellar Space / Space scales species spanning suspended the hanged woman Melody matter medium mixes and remixes volcano the blast coaster and melody is geology: melody is stone music handaxe music bone flute music Geologic melody meteors K-Pg boundary and music blades brute force music / cylindrical sections conic section sentences Evan Parker conic sections In contrast with free jazz, the central idea is not to produce a network of interwoven independent melodic lines, but dense sound complexes I steep in sound: I spar sound structureless structure and the sound source studios shamanism The sound sister summits summer tiger Taryn tiger silver and I collapse sound into the underwater cavern I swim sound blind cave salamander and sound seismic earthquakes queer queen and density The density dusts my broom desert and squeezes an Adonai Anaconda or El Elyon Python Sound shelters shakes seventh seal death and I dune danse macabre / mustang mermaid mascara and the melody re-emerges Sound slingshot stretches seamless the digital camera digital physics foam full fathom five symphony A large number of rhythmically independent lines set against one another by seven wind instruments, with resultant overlappings… This superimposition produces rapidly moving sound-fields whose rhythmic differentiation is provided as a rule by the rhythmic section, rather than coming from within… When seven independent melodic-rhythmic lines coincide, the relationship between them lose clarity, falling into a field of sound enlivened by irregular accentuation… I try to do too much at once and I try to write too much at once but I attempt or process the simultaneous several symphonies (I attempt to write from points to groups / Gruppen or Music for Three Symphonies) The line simultaneously lottos lilac lithic flakes cleaved crystals in loops I play the line lines loops spirals concentric circles, sheets of sound sheets of linen no limit I process the line lines lacuna lamina the leap to the library Library always lasers pink beam PKD and gnosis nebulas the library of illuminated manuscripts / melody music magic lines lodge looney tunes tore toroid Taryn and lines intersect overlap strange loop library orthogonal library (I try to write too much at once I try to write libraries emerging from libraries) Lines overwhelm me ouroboros woman the deep earth drill bore and emerald beetles hercules beetles goliath beetles scramble beatlemania Nevertheless, I try to navigate the lines / lines unwoven web woman The rhythm rock rib rotates rubble and the rifle ruins The rhythm rallies rock rocket and rhythm against rhythm contras brilliant corners counterpoint / the writing rams labyrinth The writing off-rhythm or polyrhythm pummels the page Ascension Alphabet Assemblage The writing contra-rhythms or cross-rhythms punishes the page Ascension Antelope Auroch and I inscribe animal aircraft on cave wall red wagon radio flyer the christian fish The superimposition car crashes 1974 Anaheim, California with Rome 105 CE and the car crash is a fertilizing event rather than a destructive event The car crash fuses time times half time jazz shuffle chronos and kairos and Ascension mixes messianic time and apostolic time The sentence tenor saxophone superimposes the lion-face and serpent (superimpositioning of hand stencils at Creva de las Manos) and Ascension joints addiction addition avalanche I had a vision. I had a vision of Homo erectus using a hammerstone to create Oldowan tools. The motion of their hammerstone mimicked the motion of hammering nails into Christ on the Cross. I then picked up the lithic flakes they left behind, and I was transported to the foot of the Cross, and I sprinkled the flakes at the foot of the Cross. It made me realize the Humanity of Christ is humanity for all time – Christ is the human for the Australopithecus, Christ is the human for the Homo hablis and Homo erectus, Christ is the human for the Neanderthal and Cro-magnon, Christ is human for us, in modern time. Christ’s humanity is a universal humanity, encompassing the entire history and prehistory of human and pre-human. His humanity is before the beginning, a beginningless beginning, and his humanity exists after the end, the endless end. Christ in a real sense acts as a center or Axis Mundi for the timeline of this universe. Christ appears again and again – as the Jewish saying, a Messiah is born in every generation, and the real goal of Christ is not to save us, but to elevate us, to bring us to our best humanity, to bring us up to the Godhead to the Divine, or as the patristics say: “Jesus (God) became man so man could become God”. The Second Coming of Christ is in us all, as humanity – to bring about the Kingdom. The potential of the Kingdom is here and now, and we can bring it about. We can become Christs and Gods – that’s what Christ means to Humanity (This is of course only one “version” of Christ – many versions of Christ exist – the Christ that exists as moral exemplar, the Christ that exists as a sage and wisdom teacher, the Christ that exists as Christus Victor, the Christ that is multiplicity, rhizome, all-encompassing – but this version of Christ appeared to me in the vision today) Ascension animates alexandria aggregates Ascension Above and Below Ascension arbors abyss Above and Below, and the Below baritones bottleneck caverns / tenor saxophone subterranean fuses the Field Feline Feminine Ascension argons Aleph Alpha Alarm will sound and I write nonlinear lantana I write nonlinear layers ladder and Ascension aerials hermetica or Nag Hammadi Library (when I entered into the cave, I received the tablets Zarandi, which was inscribed, from between the hands of Hermes, in which I discovered these words…) A new type of group improvisation emerges in which melodic-motivic evolution gives way to the moulding of total sound… the macro-structures of the total sound are more important than the micro-structure of the parts… The group improvisation gruppens ground god and Ascension wonderwerks fire music Ascension wonderwerks fire music and Coltrane controls fire bonefire benjamin / the fire illuminates bone lantern, the making of the simple Oldowan tools and finding of animal bones from the 2.5-meter thick sedimentary layer inside prove that this cave was occupied by early stone age humans about 2 million years ago The deep interior reveals ritual space and I rock ritual stone ritual Ascension music I write ritual structures, a mass micropolyphony macro-structures and micro-structures, and the structure strata subterranea Structure stacks structure, the ritual space swift spell magic Structure surges structure, the ritual space swings the lion-face and reindeer-head, and my antlers anchor Ascension Bone bars my eyes skull eyelids segmented skull and I beat on the brat with a baseball bat big band texture I beat bone on bone or bone on skin and the rhythm rounds real The emphasis was on textures rather than the making of an organizational entity… There was unity, but it was a unity of sounds and textures rather than an ABA approach… You can hear a reaching for sound and an exploration of the possibilities of sound… Texture! Not melody Texture! And melody Melody metabolic marrows malleable and I write on bone I write on my own bone self open surgery and the script slurs scripture library scatter Melody permeates my mitochondria / mitochondrial Eve evas era the ecstatic gnosis in these cave cells and the cavern becomes a monastery Melody structures texture, a fractal macrocosm-microcosm settling in my skeleton and I meet melody midstream lifestream stretch music The texture twists teeth, the trace Taryn Texture torso tenors body and my double embouchure stretches argon altissimo I play texture tenor saxophone myth and ritual (to wander the stacks of bookshelves forever is nothing less than a holy task) The deep Abyss of Ascension is a gaping furnace where the ark and sky mingle the staircase – the tower – the column – where melody, rising, swells and bubbles, the incommensurate Babel I love Babel: I love its languages, its libraries, its cells churches cathedrals The Babel breaks open Babel and Babel bursts Babel rhizomic recursive strange loop ligneous housing the laboratory housing the lighthouse The Babel breaks open the Book and Book births Beast from Earth and Beast from Sea / Behemoth the Bright Bear bound to the Ouroboros and Bethlehem My Abyss is Babel / My Babel is Book, an ascension ogre ox auruch and in my cave, I hallucinate the Babel of Woman Torah Taryn Cathedral Christina The Cathedral is a Cross is the Chasm, and I construct the Babel calliope around it
The Lion Links Nonlinear
The lion links nonlinear, and I, a less YHVH, letter leontoeides and I murk or marsh in matter / my matter mists mysts mysticism, Mount Tabor banked thorns Taryn I mature mountain lion in matte black paintings and black below banters black iron prison benzodiazepines but the Book Redeems The Book Beach blesses Sweet Springs or Montana Del Oro and the osos swallow ouroboros / neanderthal bear worship In the Beginning is the Book (There is the Book of God, through which God questions himself. And there is the book of man. It is on the scale of God’s) In the Beginning the Book of God and the Book of Adam oozes One, and the One oriels the outer and inner omega The One opera the exterior and interior monad, the myth marvel moment / Mount Tabor I excavate from the marsh of the book several figurines made from mammoth ivory (they featured dots, lines, and x-shaped markings… these seem to be not an attempt to depict actual surface creatures of the creatures in question, but may well be a ritual or even religious character) I write wild horse or woolly mammoth and the minotaur maces or mauls monad / monad marrows multiplicity and the marriage mixolydian always-already multiplies monad Monad eclats multiples the lion-face and serpent-torso, Christ Chimera and Christina Marie Manticore I write or sculpt the cave lion decorated with thirty finely incised crosses on its spine and the spine strikes sparks the serpent’s body I incise inchworm jazz standard woman and she also sings mood indigo malchut mountain lion Very few animal bones indicate regular intrusion of carnivores and bone dispersion by hyenas and wolves I stalk or stake animal bones and arrange arithmetic circles or the witches’ flight witches’ sabbath accompanied by wolf women I gather animal bones and gut to tie frets or fractures and the animal arrives ancient in my own bones / long bone chamber of felines I canal or channel cave lions and her lioness assists me ambiguous abyss Abyss airports Absence, an ambiguity absence advance absence and Adonai attempts to open the aperture / void vod avoid vision Abyss augments black acrylic or the dripped pre-desert and Abyss algebras anarchy I enter Anarchy shamanic and Anarchy ecstatic, and Sol Lewitt said the first wall drawings were done within caves I enter Cave Abyss the antenna aerosol / spray paint street insects or lion engines and I car chariot Cat Christina and Coyote Christina archaic animal Archaic Animal Arche Animal obliterates original Anarchic Animal orchards original overgrowing original and whatever occurs under original mystery orgasms the ouroboros orgy / Original across animal is the Cross, Gargoyle Golgotha Arche chlorines chaos, crescent car crash and the car crash is a fertilizing event rather than a destructive event Arche cassette tapes Chaos a noise microrelease limited to twenty-five copies, and the Chaos couples carnival the elephant chasm (the unaging Chronos produced Aether and Chaos and made in divine Aether, a silvery egg, from which everything else appeared) Egg is experiment experience: time egg or chrono trigger taryn tiger and I listen to the polyrhythms of Tigran Hamaysan I did a lot of journaling, says Asia. About God and women. What did you discover about God and women? That’s he a misogynist. What can we do to make God not a misogynist? Kill him. According to Christianity and Paul, women were created unequal… I was going to continue but then I realized you would put it in your book and maybe I want it in my book… Though your writing would be a lot different than mine… Basically Adam was created in union with God and the Earth, women were created when God tore a piece of flesh from man. Man resents her for it, she says. Yes, of course I want to put it in my Book! A lot of gnostic scriptures, it is Eve or Zoe who gives Adam gnosis of his true nature. Eating the fruit was Eve’s first attempt at self-agency, says Asia. The first choice she made for herself was to obtain knowledge, she says. In other gnostic scriptures, the Serpent is Christ attempting to illuminate humanity. Eve is punished by Yahweh for her self-agency, right? And ironically Adam is punished for his passiveness. Yes, he wants her ignorant, says Asia. (I go on a long monologue at this point) When she gives birth to Cain, the literal translation is, I have obtained the Man with Yahweh. I myself along with other theologians interpreted it as Eve believing she gave birth to the Messiah or even Yahweh in human form. There’s an interesting book by Carlos Saures called The Cipher of Genesis where he uses his own idiosyncratic interpretation of Kabbalah to say Eve gives birth to the Son of Man and Cain is a form of Christ. Similarly for him Mary Magdalene is a necessary companion of a Christ as well as Judas Iscariot, who perfects what the other disciples are too weak to do. In Judaism, Cain is considered the first repentant and a great man because he turned from his evil ways. I want to say if one looks for it, there is a hidden cipher or code in the Bible itself that undermines itself (this is an axiom of deconstruction). The Woman is hidden, surreptitious, but continually interrupting the narrative of the Bible. My friend Ann Marie has done a lot of work into this. I think you see the eruption of this in the form of the Shekinah (the divine feminine) in Jewish mysticism and Mary Mother of God in early Christianity. They had to contain that femininity somehow, put boundaries on it, before it completely overtook the narrative. But even if they put boundaries, she leaks out. She spreads out as a liquid into the chasm, into the crevice, into the gap, I say. The Sun is the width of a human foot and she sits surface the psychic suggestion The sun sums Logos lighthouse verbum verb word woman and her foot feathers the fuck flutter Her foot steps the steppe bison and cave lions / the essential is mystical and the mystical is solar: Sun Ra Saturn Sabbatai Sevi The ensemble passages were based on chords, but these chords were optional… In the solo plus quartet parts there are no specified chords… These sections were to be dialogues between the soloists and the rhythm sections… I passage process or process passage, circuit condor transatlantic circumnavigation Passage pushes oceanic, the whale woman osseus ossia ouroborus, and I play passage prototype, my proximity to cave paintings cave drawings cave lion-headed woman Book proliferates miles of cave passages and I spelunk subterraneans Subterranean sections sandstone tenor saxophone and Taryn tykes or tonkas cave bulldozer and backhoe (some of the band’s most infamous shows included cutting a dead cat in half with a machete, strapping a circular saw to his back and almost cutting his leg off, and destroying part of a venue with a backhoe bulldozer by driving it through the back wall and onto the stage) I process passages structures subterranean and the cave substrate or strata staggers solos and ensemble sections I solo noise the name Yahweh and Yahweh completely clouds the signal-to-noise ratio the ritual of the cave I solo noise the name YHVH and YHWH, Taryn Tetragrammaton glade grammar glamour archaic animal magick Noise vibrates / noise annihilates AUM OM OUROBOROS: these sections dialogues between soloists and rhythm sections I dive dialogue desert outer space subterranean and I near noise nests kenotic intervals, the multiphonics of Albert Ayler Dialogue overdetermines outer darkness and Desert differs and defers by big bang dialectics Dialogue drifts destroyer, and Desert deconstruction drills subterranean / depths dead depths At some point he called Albert Ayler and explained: I recorded an album and found out that I was playing just like you, to which Ayler replied, No, man, don’t you see, you were playing like yourself. You were just feeling what I feel and were just crying out for spiritual unity Sometimes I write or play and I get lost in the desert and caves I venture deeper and deeper crescendo and decrescendo after every solo, and sometimes the water rush rabbits underground rivers, neon noise and laptop noise and the oscillators shaking and overhearing ouroboros / I do not recognize this labyrinth I do not recognize this Garden of Forking Paths and Abyss swirls around me Nevertheless, I write and I play, even in the serpent solo structureless structure I think about calling John Coltrane or Albert Ayler but I feel reluctant to visit the dead: I visit the music instead I listen to Ascension and I never fell in love with Ascension: I prefer Meditations and Ascensions’ spiritual successor Machine Gun, but this time Ascension arrays ahead and again angelic passages Passages possess passion Passages prophesy passion, the shaman silk slide subterranean and she strangles me with a bedsheet Passages pinprick panorama, rock rhinoceros horn unicorn the corpus of Christ, and through passage, Christ says be passerby Coltrane describes Ascension in a radio interview as a big band thing, although ti resembles no big band records made before it Book bulls blue big band bomb and bomb elastic flushes bone bath, beach hyenas and lambda leopards Book bulls blue body big band and my body boxes the break below My Book Body butters black paintings and pigment breeches big band tuttis Below and Above, Ascension, and I enter exit the long tone ensemble language musics / Art arche larva lion paintings Below and Above, the Big Band thing, and ensemble or orchestra buttons cave ouroboros, salamander or serpent I know Below the belly of the whale woman, and she as the dark-haired girl blinded me with the Christian fish the female fish ichthys in ecstatic improvisation I know Below, big band gnosis or the community of gnostics surround me immediate immanence According to Shepp, Free Jazz created a new form, and Ascension is a further step into the development of that form I much prefer Ascension to Free Jazz: I respect Free Jazz but I have learned to love Ascension I feel my form flux or fracture lithic flakes quartz obsidian / form disintegrates in the desert From becomes ritual in the cavern, I take on no form or whatever form comes from my fist is wing chun (God no longer speaks to us; he has interrupted himself: we must take words upon ourselves) I take on no form but I take on words and Word, Logos Lighthouse Woman and Taryn Tower of Babel / Her hermeneutics speak the Babylonian Lion Form forms around me Lion-Faced and Lion-Figure (Don’t get set into one form, adapt it and build your own, and let it grow, be like water) Woman whips the weavework and wavewake in water, and water wendybirds Benjamin / no brick no building just opening Open to Bear and Bear washes in river salmon rattle shaman and her paws pine my shoulders God speaks to me through Woman, Woman KRYSXTRYN and Woman Asia Rain and she chandeliers or arks candelabrum, a tabernacle castlevania / all areas arche Adonai Formless, I float son of man flesh on flesh, and ascension agains ahead acknowledgment I repeat acknowledgment, pursuance, resolution, and psalm, and psalm palm tree garden beguiles Word and Word Woman Word Woman bewitches Garden, her She-Serpent Christ ensemble and Assembly Word Woman ensembles the enter exit big band Beast and John the Baptist, and I submerge subterranean, an uluru underground Structurally, Ascension is organized around a succession of modes which serve as starting points for the musicians and Ekkehard Jost identified three modes: Bb Aeolian, D Phyrgian, and F Phyrgian, while David Such added a fourth, Gb Lydian Musicians magma modal musicians, and I magic manic IT IS WRITTEN and I let the Word fall back on the dreaded
No Limits, Just Edges
No limits, just edges, and I paint parchment or pomegranate and the purple pigment permeates lithic assemblages, and my handaxe cuts deer skin bison skin human skin No limits, just edges, and I paint palimpsest the manuscript measure and the scroll scratches text texture Book micropolyphony The palimpsest washes Woman the pile pearl figure Palimpsest scrapes stone: stone flaked against stone and stone chipped against stone, the Oldowan ouroboros baying prehistory but the writing continues in the spiral of the serpent The writing intersects writing the polymetric pulse pierced Pardes, and writing continues in the Planar Rainbow of the Serpent I study the text with stone and the rock circle reveals palimpsest geography / Geography God or Olduvai Gorge The text bites Book, bible wormwood bible woman The text boxes Book Black Iron Prison and Palimpsest collects bodices volley the written valley (the original writing was scraped and washed off, the surface resmoothed, and the new literary material written on the salvaged material) All I write is palimpsest, the collision of texts, the traces of texts, the rhizome of texts, the text multiply-originated bereshit rupturing bereshit All I write is palimpsest: Book process rock process bone process and I archive the Body exterior interior internal external I write the underwriting underworld, the shaman script inferior, and the cave paintings pattern journey or juxtaposition, the hallelujah junction I write the hidden or secret gospel and gospel juts ghost gunner, the deteriorating dome no limits just edges I write missing gospels, perhaps a gospel to the egyptians, and its lacunae room raw the lighthouse and laboratory My laboratory works stone the Venus Vision Woman and the Valley of Vision Dumah Woman, and she pierces my frame together pebble tool industries I work stone stream two stress fracture across figure and I assemble chopper scraper pounder as sorcerer, and the ritual rakes palimpsest the sand Garden Sand Woman I dune desert detailed pieces flakes and fragments and I write the moment in the Desert is the moment of Separation I listen to Kaoru Abe’s Partitas in Desert, auroch alpha wildebeest beta deer delta horned god gamma Desert writes rock runoff and the rock rough reveals route, the ratio between the Desert and Separation Rock reaches rapid detached fragments and the female figures fume body and fire body Christ in courses and corset I cobble cross as a hammerstone and the tool tacks open taryn skeleton The tool talks tarot root rock rhizome stones transported to the desert To obtain an Oldowan tool, a roughly spherical hammerstone is struck on the edge, or striking platform, of a suitable core rock to produce a conchoidal fracture with sharp edges used for various purposes… The process is often called lithic reduction Christ the conchoidal fracture fissures firmament humanity Christ Cross always clips the nautical cleavage of the Queer Quake Humanity Christ trades tools third day and tool rock or tool stone inscribes the written IT IS WRITTEN on body Body bares witness to the written desert and the written woman The tool touches crown of thorns and I remember the rosary I no longer pray but I write on tendon, ligament, and bone the first tools and I hallucinate the hominins, perhaps Homo erectus, constructing Oldowan tools Their hammerstone mimics the motion of placing crucifixion nails and I sprinkle their flakes at the foot of the Cross I pick up my own hammerstone and aim an awl through which I press rock the writing I press a lithic palimpsest, stone written hiding in stone writing, and I walk the cliff as abyss I walk cliff Christ body sculpted in stone and core centers combine Christian / in flesh evidences ripple marks The body plate tracery and bar tracery tempests stone Taryn / Woman Window curvilinear tracery flowing tracery reticulated tracery and the wall laces latticework loft jazz woman and Taryn tavers twin lancet plus oculus light lens ouroboros The trace intersects net urular undulating underground and underneath Christ connects or concords rayonnant radiant, Cathedras to Cathedral and Asia is the Church Asia is the Rock Building Stone Building The Written Desert and the Doorway wings window water God games in geometry, rounded quatrefoils and rounded multifoils and the foil fences lithic flakes, the sharp pigeon ribbon defleshing for ritual cannibalism The Rose Window or Wheel Window reveals wonderwerk, the cave chariot chomping hominin bones and the oculus shims slime swamp ouroboros The Oculus Oak Tree circles cycles Christ’s crucifixion and the branchwork woes Woman: three woes three roses three mercies the minotaur meeting moon and mirror in the middle and the Tree tenets Taryn (At its center Taryn and the Christ cries in majesty, surrounded by prophets and saints) The quartet represents two simultaneous creative processes In performance, the musicians appear to be first trying out and rehearsing musical ideas (in the introduction and interludes) and then playing them (in the even numbered movements) At the same time, the sketches show that this mirrors the composer’s compositional process as he worked one small section, not writing linearly from beginning to end, but by assembling small purposes together and polishing them I compose chrysalis and the series of convergences, corpus coalescing corpus the cocktail peacock unraveling I compose cocoon cells sorcerer or champagne supernova and the process pools patterns in prime numbers The process press polyphony, a puncture in the plane I perform in pocket concrete poetry or theopoeisis / process in process and primer paint dripped dark doll canvas drum dock desert I drip primer paint canvas prime numbers nylon naked and I nurse the names of the number / process phase transition passion I perform the process the pyramids, tomb tannin Tree of Life, and she twins two / twin prime conjecture I try out and rehearse the musical ideas and music marias magick, Adam Kadmon rib ritual or the very real, myrtle martyr mammal and I meet mammoth I try out and rehearse the musical idea and music marrows mirror, this bone and ligament through glass darkly, the desert and I marvel: I marvel Woman Saber-Tooth Cat Christina and the maiden meadow georgias grass the Godhead Asia twins tetrachords character comb jelly repetition I conjure Christ, Christ the Magician and Christ the Miracle Worker Christ appears to Philip K. Dick as Ubik and his magick muscles matrix – ubik unreality or ubik underground and I spray paint wall graffiti god wall covered in carbon The smoke or soot sighs and symbols a visible spirit, a God plague or pollution permeating lung space as particulate A lion-faced serpentine deity found on a gnostic gem in Bernard De Mantfaucon’s L’antiquite expliquee et representee enfigures may be a depiction of the Demiurge / the Lion-Face floats library: codex comic cryptos Christina The Lion-Face frenzies fungus, the fuller mushroom subway word networked and the soles stretch spores: sport spill spore spat spore sputum Spores spine spinal, spit language spear language spaghettification language and the lion roars vowel lancet zippo lighter landing I dream the Lion-Face and she laughs face-to-face and the longhorn hatches cave wall tattooed femur or thigh Taryn Woman The ion-Face letters lascaux and the Chamber of Felines fanfare shaman shakers and shaman percussion and I play panthera I play the pure magic and Demiurge exiled in Desert I carve cave wall lionnesses flanking the gorgon and my face fenders ferocious practicing Nicholas Slonimsky’s Thesaurus of Scales and Melodic Patterns Sekhmet sheets of sounds harems healing warrior woman and I war dance dense painting drip painting Lascaux and Chevet conflict contrast contradiction / Sekhmet flanked by the goddess Wadget as the Cobra and the goddess Nekhbet as the white vulture, symbols of the Lower and Upper Egypt The Animal arc forms reptile rabbit reactive and Animal repents river ribbon mammal mammoth molar The Animal throughcomposed well-tempers Taryn as a Woman with the Lionness Head and lion lakes lopsided language Language lavender length lamas lion of Babylon and I bathe bask bowl Babylon The Lion hath roared, who will not fear? Yahweh Elohim hath spoken, who can prophesy? I prophesy Nag Hammadi or Philip K. Dick I prophesy John Coltrane and sometimes Coltrane would place an equilateral triangle within the circle of fifths creating a magic triangle / Triangle looms Lion, Lion and Arachne, Lion and Ariadne, Lion-Taryn and Bunny-Christina (she grows up a brave rabbit)
I Begin Below Bereshit, The Abyss Woman and Book Woman
I begin below Bereshit, the Abyss Woman and Book Woman I begin butcher and bullpen Bereshit, the Oracle Woman and Burden Woman, and Woman continues tissue texture Torah She sorcerers source the text, Taryn terminus ante quem and Taryn terminus post quem / the limit of the limitless lighthouse The narrative is always net, stars neptune stars, narrative as nursery rhyme and newborn Narrative God Genesis duck duck goose and runs the gradual grammar circle chase stretched symmetric, and I grow geode I gallery geodes gallery black paintings pi pigment and the black bedrooms boysenberry blowfish The Fish Fragmented or Fish Figure permeate flesh strawberry fields forever The Fish form appears apparition to Philip K. Dick and the empire never ended His wife finally appears as the lizard, languid and anchored to the earth, and we slowly turn into dust, the desert of Torah / Sphinx and Reclining Buddha The forbidden fruit is the mushroom, the ice cream sundae, the primordial flower, the thermonuclear explosion, and in the mushroom cloud, Cross of Christ I can’t help but feel Christ or write Christ or speak Christ through every text, every myth, every narrative / Christ across the Cross and Christina covered blood then water The Desert doublets and the Desert doppelganger show sail lied lighthouse It is a lighthouse or a tower / Taryn Tower of Babel and Lighthouse of Babylon Bereshit blades birth Babylon and Babel between begins beach Bereshit Bereshit blends black on black Babel and Babylon bursts blues Bereshit The Empire Never Ended / The Empire enters as the Origin The Empire entrance entrances at the origins and the original trances or traces interior-exterior enter-exit Christ contaminating Christ / the Cross couch swell shores she the beach Shells saddle point shell discontinuous Babylon in Bereshit Chaos khasko and khaino chrates chasm / yawn of Yahweh Chaos cross carcass the dark dungeon deathgrind and Chaos commingling Christ circus carnival the Tarot Taryn Fool Chaos Was, and Chaos was Woman: Chaos Was, and Chaos was Word, the laughing language magma multiplicity Chaos cords origins apeiron, the rattle of ouroboros, and origins open Krystal Khora / a receptacle of all becoming – its wetnurse, as it were Chars materials mist, rain rabbits erebus ether aether red ochre and I paint the body deep red Chaos chrisms Abyss, Tehom Taryn at Tohu Wa-Bohu Christ-Woman and she displaces as a Desert Chaos chooses cleft the God gorge chasm and I caravan the house heaven and hell / Chaos magnum prima materia Chaos waters magnum opus, the cosmic egg chimera or chrono trigger, and the Spirit of Elohim moves upon the face of the waters She light of the soul, by the will of the Triune god, made all earthly things appear from the primal Chaos / a crude mixture of matter of another name for materia prima is Chaos, as it is in the Beginning The Groundwater God winters the guerrilla gorge, and water floated from one of the grounds and watered all the surface of the soil the Groundwater – God gaps genealogy, multiple human histories, and she serpents subtle seeding Eden Groundwater God enters exits inyats eylyps springs seanasts and I sleep water woman the bed of Abyss I paint the mammoth molar in red ochre / two red ochre fragments, I engrave the bear I worship the Bear as Woman and I worship the Deer as Yahweh I mix animal and human skeletal remains and reindeer resonate flute femur and backbone brass I break the long bones and march mills medium, the written muscle I break open human skulls and serpents swim in the cavity Triple burial of an adult man, in-between two adolescents of male and female sex They were covered in ochre and weaving seashell, tooth and bone ornaments The grave goods appear in the form of various stone tools The man in the middle was lying on a pillar of bison bones Triple burial, all three skulls and the pelvis of the middle person were covered in red ochre A rich male burial A sculpture made of ivory was found, as well as over 600 ornaments made of tertiary shell, stone, and ivory Two large pierced silicon discs suggest the man buried here was a shaman The Grave God or Ground God gobbles human skeletons and ritually mutilated bone banishes Yahweh the Threshold Guardian I bury bones the boat bandwidth and the grave grindstone graffittis god spell and magic at the gates I bathe bone in brine and I blast black paintings or pigment the charcoal Christ The bone heals and I hallucinate bone: the bone heals and bone nests hest the human horn or wail woman Visionary cave art, as shamanic art it referred to, is characterized by unnatural imagery such as animal-human hybrids, and by recurring themes such as sex, death, flight, and physical transformation I fly in my bone chariot, the Christ-Crucified-Chayyot Wheel-on-Wheel and Chariot pours bone fragments over canvas, jewel free jazz jam chaos I traverse the Chaos sprawls Taryn, and I marry her Book Abyss half-bear half-christian The Bear breaks below and I converse with the Desert Dead / know your dead awake the dead The bone chariot joins male and female in the underworld or Bridal Chamber and chamber charis climbs cuts of Chaos, the chewing canyon I marry her animal and the animal eats my torso and I walk wolf woman I wonder wolverine woman the heather hunting magic and she haunts the heat of the plains The transformation terras Tower Taryn, the cosmic pole on either side of the sawed sphere, and the canvas cave envelopes earth The canvas cave surrounds earth human skeletons and half-animal shamans (This model, the Mind of the Cave conjecture, sees much cave art as produced in altered states of consciousness as a tool to connect the artist with the spirit realm) The cave canvas caimans page book or word woman and I write the trance tower taryn tiamat I write my torso in transformation, the torsion or twist into the wading wohu bereshit, and I awl ate awe arche The Book and cave carve the same bone, oracle pythia prophet and I share the spiritual space of the shaman and ecstatic