The negative plates name god in annihilation and the cross contracts bone condyles the chymical castor oil and Yahweh vomits humanity Yahweh vormirs voluptuous volumes vomit and humanity the animal absorbs the abject Yahweh vomits the spore network of exploitation films or biofilm Godzilla versus Biolante I live at Birdland and Patti smith sings Birdland (up up the belly of a ship let the ship slide open we’ll go inside of it where we are not human we’re not human) (On August 25, 1959 a New York policeman beat Miles Davis on the sidewalk in front of Birdland, during a performance engagement at the club) (Birdland buttresses blisterpack bodies and BIRD LIVES Hey motherfuckers BIRD LIVES Hey motherfuckers KILROY WAS HERE and BIRD LIVES Hey motherfuckers KILROY WAS HERE, SAMO©, and BIRD LIVES This land the Birdland helicopter landing and I live I live longer Bird Birdland BIRD LIVES) I write survival: I survive Holy Spirit immersed in encaustic and the waxwing slain sloughs woman like serpent skin I write survival knife fight / my first knife my whole life and today is the day brooms brimstone noise vietnam now motherfuckers The negative plate prints the platypus and its claws also venom voluptuous victoria’s secret (Jeff Foxworthy on a circa 1996 album jokes that victoria doesn’t have a whole lot of secrets left) The negative plate prints the bird as god-woman and Yahweh-Woman or Woman-Yahweh The negative makes me realize I need more rhythm all around me / three trap set version of King Crimson The negative plates expose birds as a strange contrast and high contrast contrarhythm and I juggle the apophatic as polyrhythms and polymeters the simultaneous sink seesaw syncopation / everything including the kitchen sink realism I nurture the negative like a mandrake and the mandrake makes new calculations for Drake’s Equation / it’s strange scream summons imbecile extraterrestrial but they have incredibly high luck attributes I use the luck code on Castlevania: Symphony of the Night at I obtain a Crissegram and Ring of Varda I use the jewel sword to farm jewels and I get the duplicator from the librarian / I duplicate the negative plates and birds I duplicate pornographic photographs and the pyre pornographic photographs and the pyre deposits corpses of curmudgeons The pyre deposits the corpus hermeticum and camel cigarettes Cigarettes spider arachnid Adonai the Ariadne labyrinth and Yahweh’s one good eye stares negative Yahweh gaze negative neumes and pneumas Negative gaze gambles as one armed bandits with one-eyed Yahweh offering whiskey refreshments These casinos connect to the Cross with chips and currency and Christianity horses gold and silver coins Christianity the Dragon swipes its tail a third of stars and grants greed sunken treasure ships Mad Christianity swipes more precious panels than Greg Land (Christianity swipes more pornography and plague than pagans) I photograph balloon birds I photograph balloon birds and I twist the balloons into burning and the burning I turn the balloons turnpikes burning and the burning and bodies smoke segregation and exploitation / I throw my exploited body into the fucking ditch I throw my bloody body explosions into the ditch ditch trilogy I photograph balloon birds at the beach and the beach in camera and the camera wind up coils bolo punch unexpected uppercut The balloon birds sort of banter in ballrooms and barrooms and bullrooms and I meet Bugs Bunny I meet savage trickster Bugs Bunny with a baseball and I bash the shapeshifter rabbit’s brains in Balloon birds bastille a muppet masquerade Balloon birds baboon and I monkey with the machine / the ghost in the shell swells the ghost in the machine and the machine marries malchut The machine kisses malchut under the mistletoe and california heat wave machines a cheese melt malchut I photo balloon birds I photograph barista birds built birds bottle that’s a bootleg bird and my boot butts against the bird’s breast and the birds braid into my breath The balloon birds tie-dye torsion into my torso and I bleed different colors I bleed purple and blue neon and my body pours bird outlines My body plastic plasters frescos and I combine the annunciation with the crucifixion (I see Cross and Crucifix on the beam of the manger nativity) My body plastic pleural plenum or pleroma fills my lugs with fluid and I cough up bird feathers I cough bird hierophant small bird boats lodged in my throat and the lung aveoli expand avian shadows then chalk dinosaurs dust inflated sponges I photo balloon birds I photograph barista birds built brine bottles that a bottled bird and Harold Budd’s cross-boundary ambient minimalism new-age plays an intimate image of birds building nests in my brain / the feathers tickle my interior The feather creature features feelers my frankenstein folds and I feather the fold into fold enfolded Balloon birds blur lines linear to nonlinear heterophony and the polynomials predict the bird landings or the bird dropped bombs and leaflets Balloon birds carry microtonal propaganda and I divide the octave in uneven uncommon timeways I listen the tritave of the Bohlen-Pierce or the non-repeating octave gamma and beta scales and I search for asymmetries as symmetries I search for symmetrical asymmetry and irregular gaps make the work interesting Irregular gaps and space spur sputter or sputter splatters god gore grand guinol colors: I enjoy new colors and strange colors and colors indescribable and unimaginable the cosmic latte ladder fuck funk The birds whisk watercolour woman and I make the washes wash woman birds I trace magazine cut-outs and I rinse the papers clean birds I photograph balloon birds and I trace the gird onto the watercolours Watercolorus quietly whistle and I skip a radio flyer across the lake water I swing a radio flyer into the tether ball backstop and the playground plows dinosaur bones and insect exoskeletons I play paper birds I player piano paper birds origami / original organism original orgasm Paper plys the pure panel photographs joined in hinges Paper plys plus-minus – I like the plus-minus and machete parachute pinatas I now promote piracy and I imagine I ride Pirates of the Caribbean animatronics and colony artificial intelligence and I experience all material I experience all material anteater algorithms and aardvark algorithms and I compare the flight velocities and positions of birds I compute watercolour variations and I paint the same woman / I paint Christina Taryn I paint Asia Christina / I paint different woman I paint different women and the different women rhizome my female homily feminine harmonics Shekinah as multiplicity Woman Pluralism equals Monism The Women in my life Pluralism equals Monism, these Women Yahweh I photo balloon birds and birthday birds and birds with arms, and the birds sprinkle blessing water The birds sprinkle blessing water and her blood buffers into petra pillars bird sculptures in rock I photograph bird black hole black paintings and I pair black with Michael Pisaro-Liu’s record label Gravity Wave The black hole black paintings peer deep black or black face of God Yahweh’s face variates the Void black, the black black birds bears buzzards / God as Gorgon God as Ghost Ghoul Goblin Garden and I grow gelatin gods genuine jello The black ghost weirs Woman The black ghost tips tiers woman we are controlling transmission and Yahweh solders a satellite dish to its forehead Yahweh glues a radioscope to its nose and gazes at the universe cross-eyed / in this way, I double and bring two of every unclean animal, male and female, pair paired pair gravity wave concerto grosso
Month: April 2023
Feather Photographs Fur Fire
The photographic dialectic dip pens photoelectric effect / the dialectic decides deicide The dialectic diodes desert and I demand desert Death of God theology The Death of God means the death of the Son of Man The Death of God ratifies Humanity’s death as Humanity, and my flesh insect feelers flat and flatness superflat supersax superfunk Death of God grandeurs grandiose styrofoam spirit and bubble wrap baptism and the dialectic zeros Muhammad Ali fighting George Foreman in Kinshasa Zaire / Rumble in the Jungle jamboree jism murder money shot George Foreman regains the heavyweight title against Michael Moorer desert death dialectic The Death of God is the Death of the Son of Man as Adam, and I arche archaic animal I arche archaic arcade animal and animal anime I live cosmic cartoon violence and I live cartoon cosmic violence hammerspace wild hunt Sometimes I enjoy the flatness Sometimes I enjoy the superficial superflat / I fuck with the formula I fuck formula death and I fuck formula desert and desert dialectic brain drills or driller killers dark sound waves or deep dark fourier series Deep dark furniture music super white super blank super plain Erik Satie In Divine Invasion, this same dialectic reappears and this time is stated to be the two sides of God God twice as God or God twice becoming God duels dialectic Yahweh eighteen-wheeler as weapon The dialectic aims algorithm step into step the stepped pyramid I zero in the ziggurat and the industrial revolution rages rabid my rabbit body Chronophotography / the photographic dialectic and photoelectric effect and I keep returning to that Chronos Cronus Saturn Holy Spirit I keep tracing this Chronos, and this Book maps the labyrinth tentacles tazer tassles or tazer talons or talons taryn Chronophotography traces light breaking trim brakes into the dive loop desert Chronophotography tows steamboat Taryn and the light ladders lake light the woman, and her Chronos chymical cyclical Christina Chronophotography graphs chronophasia chronophantasmata mathematics in pictures / god geometry God subterranean geometry and Bob Dylan shouts I don’t believe you play it fucking loud! Seven hundred and eight-one collotype plates Seven hundred and eighty-one collotype plates (a gelatin-based photographic printing process invented by Alphonse Poitevin in 1855 to print images in a wide variety of tones without the the need for halftone screens) (Collotype collage Christina) (Collotype collage collections Christina at the foot of the Cross) (This is a collotype printed in red ink on Japanese paper on the 1989 etching by Charles Albert Waltner after Gustave Moreau’s painting “Jacob and the Angel” of 1878) I slowly accumulate photographs I slowly accumulate photographic processes and the process prays prey patterns in my body Process palettes pigment and process positions palette and process pigments permutations The bird makes numerous flaps with its wings The bird basks baskin weaves magick baskets and my sorcery executes electricity My sorcery exceeds edge and edge inches night of the hunter Birds make me think of Elle birds make me think of Elle and Danielle and I think she hated birds or maybe she only hated ducks: memories of Elle erode and someday I will mistake her hatred for birds as hatred for dinosaurs even though they are extinct, either by an asteroid sixty-five million years ago or in Noah’s flood fire thousands years ago (Five thousand and… I don’t know Usher’s Chronology) The bird making numerous flaps with its wings and the winged wheel spins washer woman Woman plays washboard rhythm and the barrel blasts birds bright blue (I’ve changed my favorite color from blue to pink) (I change my mind sometimes) (Perhaps I choose pink because of the impossible pink that struck PKD’s skull) The bird makes numerous flaps with its wings but in flying across the valley to another peak it went for a distance over one mile with but one flap of the wings Pink peaks pile-one Chicago Pink peaks peak a peeping tom pile-one Chicago Pink peeks peak protoss pylons and pink flaps flesh – the mouth, the tongue, the lips – alien language Pink laser beam fills my skull birds: peacocks and kingcatchers Birds baseball bat brat benjamin arcane arche arche the She Sorcerer Spirit / Spirit spills into the split and split chalice and my book becomes Necronomicon My Book becomes false documents or fictional documents The book tomes occult an insidious Taryn residue in a transparent tunic The birds pink butter note secrets and I document and photograph birds I write birds bitumen tar zombie Taryn and wings whittle-whistle alchemic Christina / Book as miscellaneous esoterica book as an extension field of the Nag Hammadi Library birds bless this Book with occult light (occluded light) (supernal light) (shadow or shadowed light) (witch woman light the alphabet of the witches) Birds beak pink peak and the pink laser holograms holy alligators and reptiles march animal / woman animal arches mythos, the myth and Yahweh and the myth of Benjamin The birds make numerous flaps with its wings, but in flying across a valley to another peak it went for a distance over a mile with but one flap of the wings I was convinced that individual feather movements upheld and propelled the bird birds of a feather flock together and I fuck birds I fuck birds ballroom brawl and barroom brawl a drunken punch-up at a wedding A feather makes a good fidget toy A feather makes a good fidget toy and it spins topsy turvy gastric gravity Feathers fomite flesh eating bacteria Feathers epidermal growth form plumage both and some non-avian dinosaurs and other archasaurs The most complex integumentary structures found in vertebrae a premiere example of complex evolutionary novelty Feather fizzle octopus limbs or squid legs Feather otter pop pineapple or porcupine pillows What about otter pops then? Did you have that as a kid? Popsicles? says Palm Top Tiger. Yeah but they are like liquid in a long skinny bag until you freeze them. I know what a popsicle is. I did have popsicles as a kid. Otter Pop is the brand of it, I say. Listen, a popsicle is a popsicle, not once did I turn down as a popsicle as a kid, or ask what kind it was. I just ate the popsicle. Maybe I’m mistaking popsicles for like a push pop. I’ve had many kinds of frozen juice in plastic tubes, says Atomic Vomit Comet Asia. So when you say popsicle, this is what pops into my head: [picture of popsicle]. They are both popsicles. Wikipedia says a popsicle or ice pop is on a stick awhile a freezie (like an otter pop) doesn’t have a stick. Wikipedia can go fuck itself. I didn’t know you were so passionate about popsicle boundaries. I’ve never heard anyone in my life call them freezies. Blah – I’m going to write awhile – I probably won’t write our otter pop conversation in the Book. Feathers fuck feathers dinosaur offspring Then avian dinosaur offspring / gold shook foil sprung rhythm Feather feeder veer feder and I pin patra heron petunia pneuma / my feathery breath catches plume fire (interlinking barbules clearly seen in the middle image) (Beta-keratins strands hydrogen bonded into beta-pleated sheets, further twisted and crosslinked by disulfide bridges) Feathers flutter flux focus and fearsome the bird divebombs at my skull (the starling across the street went head hunting for a young benjamin skull many times / starlings and hornets’ nests surround and snake skin scaffolding) Flight feathers flux focus my ragdoll physics body and buzzards blend my body with other birds I row reach remixes retraces ratchets and feathers fences benjamin barbs barbules barbicels The pythagorean comma cross-attached queer quills and I write in feather fractal patterns I write the feather fractal patterns hack-and-slash yardbird yard work woodshedding The Rite of Spring in twelve different keys The feathers fuse with a femur and I loop lithography together birds dinosaurs butchers iguanadon drive igneous rock into my backbone billiards I was convinced that individual feather movement upheld and propelled the bird, and I can prove by the negative plates of the eagle whose flight we photographed last Thursday that my conclusion was correct The individual feather eyeballs bull balls Taryn testicles The individual feather aisles inlets rhythmic islands and islands isonuclear warheads / multiple independently targetable re-entry vehicles The blow-up blows up and I blow up the photograph flesh for advertisement The individual feather maneuvers as a multiple independently targetable re-entry vehicles and feathers fly invertible counterpoint Feathers fly close canon or closed-open-form Close voice vision block chords and the counterpoint imitates stag antlers or spiral leaves loft jazz I admit I feel distracted I feel easily distracted much noise and not the good transgressive or antinomian noise but the noise of consumerism and advertisements and products and I keep collecting useless shit I collect a lot of useless shit and I browse for more useless shit and I don’t write enough and I don’t make enough art I should make as much art as possible and I should write as much as possible but I waste time and money on useless shit I feel dumb and Kurt Cobain sings I think I’m dumb or maybe just happy I don’t feel happy so I must be dumb and my mind blockwashes stupidity or my body becomes increasingly deformed by earth’s gravity / the curve pulls, you see The curve creates flesh fondant let them eat cake you hillbilly cannibals Let them eat cake you hillybilly cannibals snuck out of an exploitation movie I’m dumb and unhappy and I try writing feathers or feathers or sins of the father or sins of the feather but my sin sloughs sloth My Sin slimes Starcraft: Heart of the Swarm and the storm stokes sloth Herbie Hancock plays Eye of the Hurricane and the sugar cane storms sloth sequences and I sit and I sleep I sit and I sleep sloth coleslaw and eventually the alien meteor will overgrow my body creepshow the grass wall cylindrical castle The individual feather movement maneuvers matterhorn machines and the industrial revolution consumes the individual The individual feather movement mutates maximum intermingled minimum and the minimax theorem and theoretical Taryn targets black hole bull balls bullion / bull balls ballet The individual feather flams fire conspiracy theories and feather conspires against me Feather conspires contra simmers corners my body as a stranglet simulation or my body the computer simulated and my body the computer that simulates I simulate individual feathers through the gastric game engine and my stomach simulates blue birds My stomach simulates beach birds and the birds banter individual feathers or stop-motion animation and I imagine the golden age of animation as a kind of animism: spirit flow my soul flow slow and her length hemmers adjacent waves I move bird slot machines and I gamble on bird races until I succumb to a mafia of penguins Penguin appears with machine gun umbrellas and the spray of bullets misses the craft Batman (The sneaky Batman? The Mischievous Batman? Maybe the shadowy Batman) (Maybe someday I will write a Batman comic) (Neil Gaiman wrote a Batman comic – Whatever Happened To The Caped Crusader? I enjoyed it) (A Batman comic with countably infinite many splash panels) Negative plates mine platinum or plutonium Negative nurses noise: negative nurses nightshade (Deadly Nightshade by The Sword) Negative nurses noise / negative nurses nightshade or mandrake and Rachel said to Leah, please give me some of your son’s mandrakes and Leah replied, is it not enough to have taken my husband without you taking my son’s mandrake as well? So Rachel said, very well, he can sleep with you tonight in return for your son’s mandrakes… Negative nurses noise and negative nudges nightshade or mandrake and my mandrake screams Son of Man My mandrake screams Child of Humanity (a voice called from the exalted heavenly realm HUMANITY EXISTS AND THE CHILD OF HUMANITY) My mandrake screams the Secret Gospel of the Lord Jesus Christ and Christ crucified my body through the negative Christ crucifies my body through the negative and the negative nails noise to my hand and feet (a pack of dogs surround me, a gang of villains in on me as if to hack off my hands and my feet) Christ crucifies my body through the negative and the nightshade negative or the negative mandrake and I consume the poison magick I consume the magick pharmakon and I grow feathers I grow feathers fern fastens ghosts and the magick gnosis deep nets the negative Christ crucifies my body and the negative nectars nitric acid neurons silver nickel and I admit the negative annihilates me as antimatter I admit the negative enters weird numbers and it nurses me nobody When I lose my way, I return to the rhizome revealed as root and the root revealed as rhizome Rhizome steadies me in turbulent rest and scapegoat sabbath I return to the rhizome revealed as root and the root revealed as rhizome and I revel in repetition: I revel in repetition’s difference, the flock of feathers and beach bird dancers the camera maneuvering individual together Rhizome in repetition maps sacred anarchy and sacred antinomianism Rooted rhizome in repetition maps sacred animism and I animal shaman and the cave corridors shimmers sink Sink shimmers sinner sideways abyss and the upside-down negative zones zebra I was convinced that individual feather movements upheld and propelled the bird, and I can prove by the negative plates of the eagle whose flight we photographed last Thursday that my conclusion was correct The negative plate fields patterns or how Sonic Youth wrote Pattern Recognition and said William Gibson and PKD The negative plate fields horizontal and vertical play and I play theater theatrics animal absurd I discover negative numbers sometime in elementary school and I discovered imaginary numbers in late middle school or early high school… highly sufficient mathematics is indistinguishable from magic The negative plate presses plus minus and the chesire cat becomes charged like the dirac sea I hallucinate many cats in the negative and the cats comic reverse reversal Birds barlow traditional patterns and the slipjoint slits my slit a videodrome or crash open wound
Odds And Ends
I forget where sometimes I forget where sometimes in the writing rotunda or the writing cul-de-sac so I play a jazz turnaround I play a blues turnaround and a jazz turnaround The turnaround twists twine twin Taryn, a twin thought experiment The five-four-one turnaround james blues then rock n’ roll I turnaround rock n’ roll and chronos spins me as a desert dreidel Blues photographs chronos by the split third and a microtonal seventh / my body bends beneath chronos and I age quietly I age quietly queer and the beyond breaks chronos cryptos Christianity Christianity cadences into chronos and kairos, chronos and kryptos, the imminent messianic Imminent messianic explosion and immanent messianic atomic, and her cadence covens bewitched Christianity and pagan Christ The Chronos Photographs document jazz The Chronos Photographs almost gift a blues and blaze blues and blue emblem Chronos satellites carters and settles cargo cult crates / Martian Chronicles and Martian colonies Chronos crater satellite signals VALIS and VALIS buys the vowel E on Wheel of Fortune I draw the tarot card Wheel of Fortune and Wheel becomes a lamp and a lantern and a battery I worship at the wheel and I worship at the cauldron I worship at the wheel and I worship at the photograph I worship Chronos Christ and Kairos Christ the same Christina I worship animal locomotion the metric of the Messiah I measure messiah with a metric which tessellates or tears through the tensor I worship animal arrow animal the void and between void and void, the wheel and the Yod-Hay-Vav-Hay inscribes and incarnation on the Wheel Face Woman I worship Wheel Face woman and Wendy Carlos synthesizes the Dies Irae and the animal ohms orange hexane, hell hone helios Animal hazes orange salt fume phantoms and animal TORA Torah Tarot ROTA rips BIG RIP ravager I worship mercury sulphur water salt and Woman honey melody The honey henads horror The horror finds physics in photographs / facets phantoms bomb fuses Bomb-omb fuses Woman as Eraserhead (Eraserhead is my most spiritual film. Could you elaborate on that? No) The Spirit takes the form of a wheel and its actuality wheels as wheel and the wheel witnesses wheel as two witnesses and the two testaments (testimonies) The Wheel chronophotography carousel and carnival and the zipper tumbles TORA ROTA TORAH The zipper zebra locomotions TORA ROTA Taryn and she assembles the totem strange eyes and Yod-Hay-Vav-Hay eyes The wheel whirlwind reveals connection concatenation connection / texts in the wheel of the text The wheel whirlwind whisks twenty-thousand photographs and photograph flies seagulls pelicans backgammon Wheel waves Woman and ocean pigment plays several pulses pornography Wheel repeats and I repeat thirteen ways of seeing a blackbird Wheel rhizomes and I rhizome thirteen ways of seeing a tortilla Photograph never snaps something static but picks up static like sound waves or Keith Rowe intercepting radio stations I photograph numbers stations and Woody Woodpecker appears to me in dreams I photographic electronic voice phenomena and vane sisters seduce me from the grave Dave Gibbons draws baboons in this grave Chronophotography / the photography dialectic Dialectic drives deicide Dialectic derives deicide and I photography the psychogeography I photograph central center sinister fire / I like this photograph and the photography engages elementum entre
I Photograph Ghosts Chronos Kairos
Fuck cinema and fuck television but I photograph the picture plays hypomanic the picture pistons E. Honda and I sumo spirit world warrior I age, you know, and this aged body fucks fractal This aged body fucks fractal death and Wild Hunt nostalgia and the Wild Hunt harasses as Duck Hunt dog The Wild Hunt harasses as Duck Hunt dog and the light gun photographs the pixel as picture Everything I photograph ghosts Everything I photograph travels transparent Filaments whisp whimsical filaments some kind of burning lightbulb I smoke the lightbulb as a cigarette and then I swallow its burn metal innards flash flask Everything I photograph ghosts, dead images and images of the dead / dead Yahweh of Hosts hauntology Everything ghosts and I ghost fully ghost transparent and I unlearn the creation of the future I take twenty thousand images in total and the pictures submerge twenty thousand leagues under sea sea upsweeps sea upsweeps upkeep, submarine crypt Sea upsweeps upkeep submarine subtle tones and I attempt to find One-Eyed Willy’s treasure I take pictures of the pirate ship I photograph pirate ship and I merge the picture, photograph, and image / the only films he watched is pornography I repeat the ghost I repeat the canvas of the ghost I repeat animal locomotion in this method or this mask or this capture I repeat the photograph a sequence of prime numbers I believe in the twin prime conjecture because I believe in twins Twinks think water Woman barbed wire Christ and Christina Everything executes exploitation, pornographic ghosts Everything imitates eleusinian mysteries and I live the rituals nude ghosts I throw the iron rivets on the steamboat Everything I experience is everything exploitation, late capitalism, and the Texas Chain Saw Massacre Everything locomotives Nothing, Abyss event horizon Abyss Everything investigates consecutive phases Nothing, Abyss acid animal Abyss I arrive animal and I arrive abyss, the eye camera Yahweh’s eye I work the slaughterhouse and I swing the sledgehammer to the head I swing sledgehammer at hymn of the hind and doe of the dawn I hammer the Hind of the Morning mourning hauntology Roland Barthes’ mourning diary / first wedding night – but first mourning night? I mourn Yahweh I mourn Cross I mourn Animal Constellation celluloids consecutive phases of animal movement and I take twenty thousand photographs of stars stellas steams rhizome Rhizome readers fat at fixed points and I cycle animals archimedes spiral I explore locomotion repetition, the same movement from different angles or archers I document the same movement from different angels and the seraphs narrate film noir needlework I like the image as canvas, something both flat and three-dimensional impasto, and the paint texture tumbles stonewashed train tracks (Taryn suplexes the Ghost Train blood on the tracks) I like the number twenty thousand because it feels fathoms alliterating with Taryn It also tags large and length but stems an accessible journey, so I run twenty thousand symphonie fantastique I like the number and I like numbers a serious house on serious earth / Yahweh holds me hostage Yahweh hangs hostage Yahweh Elohim of Hosts and the Throne and Chariot display executes human bodies The Throne and Chariot glow gallows and the Merkabah nooses guillotine and I repeat the passion play I repeat the passion play and the mystery religions, and Cross initiates me into gnosticism I read repent as reprint and I copy again but with different pigment / colour collate calendar collage Animal Benjamin enters Arkham Asylum / let everything explode into everything (Yeah, so Batman is here inflicting upon himself one of Christ’s wounds and it’s all got something to do with fish, ok – ay?) (The fish or ichthys transfers twenty thousand images into PKD’s brain) (The fish fucks PKD’s brain and esss slaughters grey matter) The Mad Hatter says a look-and-say sequence and sometimes I think the Asylum is a head we’re inside a huge head that dreams us all into being perhaps it’s your head Batman Arkham Asylum is a looking glass and we are you Looking glass through a glass darkly and then face-to-face with the cosmic horror and eldritch abomination Yahweh Apophatic and Negative theology attempts to make sense of this great abyss that is the Godhead… The Godhead I Am anomalies hatches against-with Abyss, the Chaos, the unformed whatever that is Wholly Other and Wholly Alien that even its name YHVH leaks weird power Jacques Derrida said: Every Other is Wholly Other Every person I encounter and every face I see peers into the pier of the microcosm-gap-chaos-abyss I see the Abyss of God in the face of the friend in front of me I see the tehom and tohu wa-bohu of God in the face of Taryn / her face overwhelms and overcomes me Looking glass through a glass darkly and then face-to-face and her face floats a kind of phasing flesh / twenty thousand in mages the cathedral Cathedral comics curvature a roller coaster curved from a giant’s tooth Chromaphotography corners Chrono Cross’ Chronopolis and I pretend everything sit stalls static electricity electricity clouds chymical photography / Krystal Chronos Kairos Everything I’ll return and revisit everything Eventually I will tie up loose ends, my flesh frayed cauterized by God Fire and Fire fidgets filthy avoiding my filth and nI no longer fit on the narrow road or path-in-patterns (Enter the narrow gate; for the gate is wide and the way is easy that leads to destruction and those who enter it are many. For the gate is narrow and the way is hard, that leads to life, and those who find it are few) (My fucking fat body can’t fit through the narrow gate) (Taryn thanatos chaosmos thrusts me through the wide Woman, destruction and deconstruction) Chronophotography crystallizes several cave colonies and Krystal displaces dispels spider strata and I photograph the spider I photograph spider covering severed heads with silk / the scientific study of locomotion (Chronophotography defined as a set of photographs of a moving object, taken for the purpose of recording and exhibiting successive phases of motion) Chronos calliope shreds sword swallowers staining sacred time / queer heterotopias Chronos solars something simultaneous the solar anus and sacred time syncopated / heterotopia Black Iron Prison Chronos camilles chromatic and Chronos Christina chaotic / time quarters the body slinky sandwich sections (I like the word SECTIONS and also the word SEGMENTS: my writing sequences SEGMENTS and SECTIONS) Chronos keeps the campfire Chonos keeps the campfire until it roasts the corpse thoroughly Chronos drives its cadillac straight into the Gregor Samsa cockaroach Chronos collects different lungs and stomachs and I eat a spine of boar spine of night
The Animal Locomotion of Psalm 22
Animal locomotion: an electro-photographic investigation of consecutive photos of animal movement / I listen to 33 “God” by Bon Iver: I find God and religion too and at the end of the song, a distorted voice sings: Why are you so far from saving me? Why are you so far from saving me? I read Psalm 22: My God, my God why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from helping me? O my God, I cry day by day, but you do not answer; and by night, but I find no rest Yahweh rides a bone shaker and then a pennyfarthing and he dopes the fuck out and wheels far far away from me / Yahweh animal locomotion A silver drachma probably struck by the Persian administration in Jerusalem (4th century BCE), the coin shows a deity seated on a winged wheel, often interpreted as a depiction of Yahweh (Yahu) Winged wheel weevils Woman and I feel my body as bicycle I feel my locomotion as tenor saxophone and Jacob’s Ladder jams lydian mode Jacob’s ladder jaws lydian mode and mode means or medians boxing locomotion bicycle boxes backwards locomotion and Yahweh travels through turntables and the bicycle beat juggles running orgasms To the Overseer, on “The Hind Of the Morning” – A Psalm of David. My God my God, why hast thou forsaken me? Far from my salvation, the words of my roaring? Roaring ruptures rapture, real locomotion or bicycle balances books between abyss abysses one abyss / multiple abyss sinks swallows one abyss / tar troubled asphalt low tar cigarettes Taryn tobacco tumult smoke Sodom and Gomorrah Far from my salvation, the words of my roaring To the leader, according to the Deer of the Dawn / Deer of the Dawn desert drone desert drop and I drunk drive dazzling Yahweh with headlights twisted metal sweet tooth missiles Superscription: According to the Deer of the Dawn, perhaps indicating the melody The melody master molds sanguine sentinels Blood Woman Wine Woman Beetle Woman ball bearing bicycles Dawn of the Deer drives winged wheel melody and the locomotion makes mincemeat of Yahweh’s beard / random mathematics stochastic Holy Spirit Stochastic Holy Spirit rotates melody and random permutations of the cube or cube inside a cube double interiors Stochastic Holy Spirit walks Woman random variables and the variable vectors glass grand canyon At three o’clock Jesus cried out with a loud voice, Eloi Eloi lema sabachthani? which means, My God, My God, why have you forsaken me? Jesus’ last words invoke Psalm 22.1, both to express his sense of abandonment (see 14.32-42) and more, subtlety, to anticipate the time when all nations will worship God (See Ps. 22-27) I meet Ann Marie for coffee and I talk Yahweh I talk about Christ on the Cross. At the moment when Christ cries Eli Eli lama sabachthani, My God My God why have you forsaken me, Yahweh has abandoned him completely. Yahweh has abandoned him so completely that Christ was stripped of the entirety of divinity (that power of Yahweh), and Christ on the Cross resides only with his humanity, weak and frail humanity. In that moment, I think he didn’t want his divinity to return but he wanted to see God the Father face ot face again, for God the Father to manifest physicality and embrace his physicality as a human, to accept only his humanity which is full humanity. But Yahweh turns his face on the ultimate Adam of Humanity, the Earth Son of Man buried in the Earth Son of Man… Christ dies not Christ, as Jesus… He dies a truer human and a truer flesh than Yahweh could ever hope to achieve… And thus he descends to Hell… If that’s the case, how does one forgive Yahweh after that? (At this point, I started weeping/ I think of the first scene in the Hellraiser movie: Jesus wept) Yahweh is not a complete God. Yahweh is God-In-Process. God lacks something – God lacks humanity. Humanity completes Yahweh. The incarnation of Jesus Christ is not just divinity becoming human but human becoming divinity. Jesus Christ is the exemplar and crux of Yahweh manifesting as humanity and becoming compete. Through the incarnation and kenosis and crucifixion, not only is humanity redeemed, but Yahweh is redeemed too… Animal locomotion, an electrophotographic investigation of consecutive phrases of Animal movement / Eadweard Muybridge takes 20,000 images in total I photograph flesh I photograph flesh flash static and locomotion electricity foils elemental static electricity and the electron locomotion / the exchange in electrons or electron traces transgressive flesh and I photograph I write the photograph and I write the image I write the photograph and the image incises incisor the gold ingot bird-eating tarantula and animal spills baths benjamin Animal spills baths Benjamin Yahweh often oxes Baths Benjamin Yahweh often orgasms ouroboros, and that serpent bites Benjamin / tail tail talisman
My Doubting Faith In Animal Locomotion
CW: pornographic imagery Hey Failure is good Failure means the attempt and the attempt animals Archi-Writing I want to write then rewrite the entirety of the book: rewrite better but do not hide failure I simultaneously expose and erasure the failure in writing (the failure between my writing) and I expose the exploding erasure I leave radiation writing behind I let it remain finished in ash (it never finishes) It never finishes and I write into death divergence I often forget what I write but I find the writing repeats anew and its repetition rattles rhizome Rhizome rests tenor saxophone reed rhizomes / rhizome itself rhizomes writing the writing If I do not fail, I do not try The failure must be spectacular My failure writes specular spectacle, the entire eye of Yahweh Yahweh’s eye gargoyles grotesque a guillotine guts my body half halves hacksaw The failure must be spectacular The failure belongs to the leap to faith My faith fights fire ferocious failure / my faith fists Yahweh open asshole My faith errors fever failure and the eye needles eyelet Yvette Yahweh I leap to faith or I leap to failure / I leap to faith and I leap to failure a kind of furious pornography Everything I write pinholes pornography Everything I write fucks Yahweh and sodomizes Christ Everything I write Word and Woman Everything I write fails at the writing I write to survive I write to live length she lights the lights / Her light survives in my writing and revives my body A long time ago, I wrote in Bunnies For Christina: My doubt is my faith I don’t know what that means except the doubt opens up the antinomian abomination of surprise: the antinomian messianic and the doubt charis cross Christ My doubt is my faith: I can’t even write a naked “to be” anymore but I have to transgress my own rules and self-imposed limitations (Philip Glass utilized a twelve-tone row in the twelfth section of Music In Twelve Parts / Twelve X Twelve X Twelve Anthony Braxton’s complex square triangle circle three X three X three) My doubt is my faith My doubt is my faith spectacular failures pornographic failures eye of yahweh skullfucking fractures My doubt is my faith symmetries asymmetries symphonies I summer sinfonia and my leap to faith escapes talon tragic pink laser / I kill PKD panic psychosis Faith floats many bodies to surface Faith forces fire into my porous face and my swallowing face, the face of Yahweh Faith forces a kind of failure, the failure of faith itself / faith auto-deconstruction My faith doubts my faith and my faith fails my faith / desert and desert and desert... deconstruction (desert desert desert deconstruction) (… deconstruction) Failure and faith phases phantasm an ouroboros / the alchemical strange loop Animal locomotion: an electro-photographical investigation of consecutive phases of animal movements Animal root flares flowfire and firstfire Animal rudders rhizome / animal rudders rhizome rich in soil nutrients various stages of carcass decay Animal wrestles rhizome rage against the machine and I write another bombtrack (it goes a one, two, three yeah and it’s just another bombtrack) and animal in the wrestle rushes rhizome robotics My body rents raw robotics and the rhizome reveals Cyborg Christ and Car Chrome Cross Animation locomotion models miniature universe Animal locomotion models microcosm macrocosm modeling bone human body and I too animal I animal animist and I pigment antelope or auruch on the ave wall I animal animist and I splatter paint flat antelope or auruch on the cave woman / pigment pummels plastic pigment I paint animal I paint animal paint and I pile-up paint, paint hidden in paint the animal I pluck the paint from parable of the eye My eye deconstructs the doorfall and I tear out my right eye and throw it away / blue and orange paint pours from my empty eye socket I touch my eye socket to the backbone Woman I contact my eye socket to the pelvis woman and the pigment imprints animal onto animal skin / animal skin cubes or triads human skin a long harmonic chord Human skin long instrument Animal locomotion interrupts / mirror moors medicine morphine automobiles Animal locomotion stampedes my body bald hoof prints plus minus lake michigan I visited lake michigan / mackinac island fudge packers my flesh melts fudge My body farce facet My body fucks Jesus as a fudge packer Animal locomotion enters the interval between tritone and a microtone above tritone (microtone modulating microtone tonality flux) The backspring slipjoint squeezes seven-eleven slushies and all these animals practice as Seventh-Day Adventists Animal advent peacock angel and algebra (I like abstract algebra and linear algebra) (I wish I knew more abstract algebra and linear algebra) (I search for lattices and categories) Animal ascends ascent accents and the locomotion syncopates apocalypse I walk around the animal arcade I walk around the cybergrind cyberstation and the games sound donkey kong or pac-man god Pac-Man eats pellets and each pellet pines pulverized god I eat the ghost I eat the ghost / I eat the animal I eat the ghost animal and her picture pyms beyond plot (my paranoia poses for god conspiracies and god conspires against me) God conspires contra Benjamin and my paranoia follows train track locomotion, blood on the tracks animal arcade Walter Benjamin’s Arcade Project and I too project action: action animal action camera Christina human movement in the flat world humorous god geometry Humerus god geometry book inside a bone and bone inside a book Animal all arcade and locomotion lewd laughter / locomotion lumens laboratory Locomotion lumens symmetry asymmetry laboratory and I conduct animal experiments I conduct arcade experiments and the games contradict circulation I conduct conduit arcade animal experiments and the games gamut and I grapple Christ as contradiction I grapple Christ as Cross or Christ in Cross or Christ with Cross / contradictions copulate the collection in arcade Animal locomotion levels archaic grammar and Archi-Grammar and Archi-Writing Animal locomotion levers inclined plane the flat body grammar and flat surface grammar and the flat flat writing (I know myself inside the flat page and I know myself insight the flat canvas) Canvas photograph animal / shot reverse shot Canvas camera canine / her teeth attack Canvas cathedral cranium / exaggerated female bodies Consecutive phases of animal movement and my body phases I watch Fase: Four Movements to the Music of Steve Reich, choreographed by Anna Teresa de Keersmaeker and performed by Anna Teresa de Keersmaeker and Tale Dolven and my movement repeats her movement My movement repeats her her movement the body flex the body flux fashion merges my flesh Phases shift shape my body different trains consecutive phases and phrases animal language Motion MOTION PICTURE animal Consecutive cinema consecutive camera contradiction An electrophotographic investigation of consecutive phrases of animal movement and Electro fights Spider-Man (shit, I want to reference that famous scene from Spider-Man The Animated Series but it’s not Electro in the scene; it’s Shocker I will reference it anyway GET BACK HERE SHOCKER! SHOCKER! YOU CAN’T ESCAPE ME! I’LL CHASE YOU TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH! How did I mistake Shocker for Electro? Electro doesn’t even have superpowers: Electro manipulates electricity and Shocker has a battlesuit that utilizes vibro-shock gauntlets that projects air blasts and deflect physical attacks! I feel dumb) The electrophotographic investigation of consecutive phases of animal movement and the electric engine powers several blocks arcades (Taryn Tetris Electric or Taryn Tetris Trebuchet) Electric chain arcade or electric chainsaw a Star wars a cabinet (I don’t know what electrophotography means / any of several methods of photocopying in which a photo is created and they transferred between surfaces using static electricity… I use a different process for animal locomotion / a standardized dry-plate process, involving quicker exposure times; these were printed using the collotype photo mechanical process) I don’t know anything about photography but I love photography (note to self: study more photography – not just composition and aesthetics but PROCESS PROCESS IS CONTENT PROCESS IS MEANING PROCESS IS SEMANTICS) Electrophotography exposes my flesh / monothematic development Electrophotograph films fantasia phantasms the ghosts caught my graphomania and I write rough photography a witch’s sabbath I write rough photography the dies irae in the fifth movement of Hector Berlioz’s Symphonie Fantasique Plainsong photography develops my death, a danse macabre papier-mache minotaur (Yahweh follows as minotaur Yahweh minotaur mauls millions Benjamin) The electrograph double exposed ghost photography and I lose the negatives I print elan electricity I print prayer into the photograph various psalms with ghosts The piece has a duration of roughly 17 minutes and is cast in three movements connected by two percussion interludes: Stentho Perseus Spell 1 Euryale Perseus Spell II Medusa I imitate the electrophotographic process by charging high voltage through my body Voltage vroom vrooms vision (I listen to Charli XCX’s Vroom / the EP’s experimental pop sound divided critics and fans upon release but accrued a cult following and has now been retrospectively credited as a pioneering work in what would later be termed the hyperpop movement) Voltage vroom vrooms flintstone vitamins and chewables grow vines in my viscera Volts fuck up my vital signs but the Signs Gospel and Signs + Wonders circulate my body all vision and my body all entheogen vision (I suddenly remember the scene in Hellraiser III: Hell on Earth where Pinhead horrifically parodies the Eucharist: I AM THE WAY No! You’ll burn in Hell for this! Burn? O such limited imagination… This is my body this is my bloody happy are they that come to my supper… Wonderfully hammy and horrifying performance by Doug Bradley) My body all entheogen vision burns Wicker Man Wicker Woman Hell My body photographs piezoelectric Hell My body photographs piezoelectric Hell / graphs small grain grail pushed directly into or through the gorgon of the body Graphs small grain synthesis pushes grids directly into or through the god of the body gods often burn in Hell Yahweh often burns in Hell I rescue Yahweh I rescue Hell I rescue Yahweh and Hell and I rescue Hell from Yahweh Photography fucks with me and I transpose photograph onto painting / animal parade of pigments animal pedal point pigments and the pink laser beam shuttles bullfighters and bullrings
Failure In Desert And Sea
Something about the desert, I guess I write something about the desert I write anything about the desert and this ostinatos kerygma / the ground bass gospel The double bass ostinato riffing Gospel / Gospel of Ghouls and Gospel of Ghosts The Gospel grows somewhere constellation desert The Gospel gun bramblebush genesis and I write anything asphalt everything I write anything aleph alphabet everything the thick coat coughing spirulina sputum and my body fluids flask the furnace of the Bible / my body fluids eat the carrier of the Bible My Body betters Bible and anything I write raptures everything I write the desert dusts seaweed kelp krystal no longer any sea and this sea writes shit but I have no idea what I’m writing / And I have no idea what I write especially the no longer any sea and I swim shit sea (my writing shits sea no longer any sea and everything erodes erratic desert Everything erodes erratic desert everything and the sea sandwiches sewage Kelp Krystal takes crayon chelsea (the main viewing area of the 320,000 gallon – 1,200,000 L – kelp forest exhibit, seen from ground level) Kelp Krystal crayons chelsea keystone (at 28 feet – 8.5 m – tall and 65 feet – 20 m – long, the Kelp Forest exhibit is the focal point of Monterey Bay Aquarium Ocean’s Edge wing. Nearly three stories high, the exhibit is regarded and the first successful attempt to maintain a living kelp forest in an artificial setting) Desert dusts seaweed – what does that even mean – can one even dust seaweed underwater and I think of strange experiments MIRACLE MOON DUST that overlaps the ballooned seaweed leaves and the kelp kelvin burns pelicans plasma the singularity Yes, the kelp forest fuses in the singularity / Big Bang Gang Bang (has someone made a porno called Big Bang Gang Bang where the beginning of the universe is interstellar inflationary intercourse?) I’d write that porno if I had a cosmologist’s knowledge of inflationary theories / inflating like a giant phallus, amirite? Desert dusts seaweed tenor saxophone Desert dusts rust seaweed tenor and alto saxophone and I play split thirds blues theater The kelp forest Krystal simmers no longer any sea ii7 – V7 – Imaj7 progressions and sometimes I play the kelp as thirds The triads church kelp forest hell heterophony I feel I can write Desert and Sea eternally: everything writes either Desert or Sea and sometimes (or all the time) I write Desert and Sea simultaneously When the No-Longer-Any-Sea happens or the NO LONGER ANY SEA occurs, what’s next? Do I just write endless drones drinks desert What happens when the Desert too disappears What next What next What next I write an infinite series of what next and they diverge into a different kind of desert: the impossible drone drive deconstruction deconstruction / the detached derive damsel-in-distress film noir kelp forest desert Kelp forest cascades carnivore and her teeth tick a granular god Her teeth tick granular synthesis holy spirit The kelp forest shops at Costco and eats a polish sausage hot dog The kelp forest keeps concubines The kelp forest as an underground – no, underwater – black iron prison The kelp forest as gore graffiti and red asphalt 3D graphics Deserts duster devil’s seaweed and the kelp krystal stems jazz no longer any sea I continue sea or I draw desert left landscape I soluble sea and I distill desert lenticular landscape (I listen to The Crystals He Hit Me (And It Felt Like A Kiss) and Yahweh hits hell) Desert transforms into a Dust Devil Upright or Black+Decker dust buster and the vacuum vrooms velociraptor velocicoaster velocity and Krystal covers her mermaid nudity in kelp forest Krystal covers as an apophatic atonement the atonic tincture that flashes New Mexico desert no longer any sea and the sea salt seeps Sea salt seeps soaked canvas gulf god and god super sargrasso sea I imbibe sea and suicide I continue I imbibe sea and suicide and salt solidifies as scripture in my bloodstream I continue sea or draw desert left landscape I soluble sea and I distill desert lenticular labyrinth (I listen to The Crystals He Hit Me (And It Felt Like A Kiss and Yahweh bashes my teeth blood mary So tell me, Harley – how did it feel to be so dependent on a man that you’d give up everything for him, gaining nothing in return? It felt like… It felt like a kiss! Yahweh kisses me the chymistry of the kelp forest / He hides the bodies in the ocean) Hey Failure is good Failure is GOOD FAILURE IS GOOD Write it as many times as needed Hey Failure is good Failure means the attempt and the attempt animals Archi-Writing Failure is good and pure and Failure allwhens everywhere the entirety of humanity The attempt animals Archi-Writing and the writing conduits the cave shaman channeling cave bears and hyenas / my writing collects the cult of bear worship My writing crows contact the cult of Neanderthal Bear Worship and they arrange skulls concrete an encrypted failure / the kill The Kill or The Hunt and the bears I worship fail the hunt I fail the hunt of the hunt but I still write and worship I worship the writing failure and I write the worship failure / cross completes failure One god abandons completely and one god dies completely in humanity Hey Failure is Good I’m thinking of ending things and failure is good I construct deconstruct catastrophe and failure is good Failure becomes the Fisherman or the Fisher King / Woman Waste Land The Dude Abides / The Woman Abides, a kiss KRYSXTRYN Her kisses hero good failures, and I accumulate many of her kisses as hooks or cut jewels into my body I feel the failure in my body as my body fails and age I age legato legos and the bricks bat my body / I endure I endure desert and I survive sea, a sea that swells no longer any sea I endure desert and I survive sea, a sea that swells sharks and cow stomachs / the stoma staggers several satellites names VALIS I lose my way but I survive and endure I lose my way midlife in the dark wood and kelp forest I lose my way midlife midwife I lost my way Hey Failure is good Failure means the attempt and the attempts animal Archi-Writing / The Way is Woman Hey Failure gardens good and the Palm Tree Garden glows better gods Hey Failure fins flux in flame and the fire flows scripture Hey Failure gardens good and Palm Tree Garden pyres pale fire and I write better gods / I fail in the failure I failure in the failure and the orchard armors ouroboros clipper ships I restart remix repetition and I rhyme rhythm raster rhizomes
Some Bad Writing But Writing Poorly Is Often Necessary For Transformation
A passage from the Gospel of Philip re-reveals itself to me The Master did everything in a mystery: baptism, chrism, eucharist, redemption, and bridal chamber… (The Lord did everything through mystery: baptism and a chrism and a eucharist and a redemption and a bridal chamber…) I feel the suspicious or serpentine connection (I place the prongs in the socket) between the Hevel mystery and the Hevel kerygma, and she flies floats Cain Cain chemas chymas chemins chalice and I drink this cup kerygma Yahweh, if you are willing, take this cup from me yet not my will but your will be done (Fuck Yahweh) (Fuck a duck Yahweh) (I drink the cup) (I drink the cup kerygma and fuck Yahweh) I feel a suspicious and surreptitious serpentine wheel kerygma contact cain turpentine and the drink thins out my body My body thins twins scorpion and my body paints wildstyle and wyrd word This kerygma overwhelms and my sweat falls drops of blood / bloody tunic and bloody tonic a mystery The mystery masters me and I see UFO chariot and the chayot channel frogs I cannot forget the mystery and the mutilation of the cross and it matchcuts kerygma She burns bedlam brothels and bridal chambers into my brain bracketed and my kerygma cascades volcano coolant landing pass for UFOs Yahweh haunts like a fucking heretic / I need strange religion My kerygma crispers gutted god genetics and my innards flow the revolting interiors of the UFOs and the UFO flatpsins malchut mystery Malchut madness in mystery mallards to rid myself of Yahweh pierces the clean cut separating my upper and lower torso I do everything as a mystery play and I write the mystery play to resemble the rope cording knots upon my naked body I do everything as a mystery and mystery play and the play spherepacks a high piccolo marching band / I play the sound of the cut I play the sound with the cut against the cut and my kerygma cuts collect creole language Kerygma crushes my skull in a vise and I vaguely recall the scene from Evil Dead 2 where Ash chainsaws the body / turning head in a vise The mystery play pivots Monterey Bay Aquarium and the glass glows jellyfish Through a glass darkly, jellyfish and the swim rainbow streamers and screamers I spot multiple UFOS with my binoculars and they almost surf the beach bitumen bitches and bitches brunch bunch the blanket ocean O YHVH how I long for your embrace, for a glimpse of your face even if it kills You already kill through your presence-absence or absent abyss and daily I amputate the excess limbs from my body, that tumor Yahweh Sabaoth or Tzevoat Mystery play articulated Krystal Christ and Krystal Christ Christina Mystery play articulates Krystal Christ and Krystal Christ Christina ball-and-socket joint and my eyesocket joins the chariot mystery play articulates Krystal Christ and Krystal Christ Christina a hinge joint and my mandible moats maximum My mandible meets miniature tanks in my teeth and I talk bullets ballistics super bouncy balls My mouth mandible messiaen maximum and everything messiaen emanates excess Everything messiaen exudes excess for ooze on cataleptic catapult / the thrust of multiplicity Thrust tectonics himalaya heterotopia I listen to Olivier Messiaen’s La Transfiguration Se Notre Seigneur Jesus-Christ (The Transfiguration of Our Lord Jesus Christ), which I do not listen to frequently It certainly sounds like Messiaen but I prefer the more intimate of From The Canyon to the Stars I don’t think bad Messiaen music exists; the overly candied saccharine sacrament of Messiaen but it satisfies as a sugary coca-cola does mystery play articulates an acute attack and Krystal Christ accents syncopation and the different operas happen simultaneously different galaxies (I play Super Mario Galaxy against a staccato articulation and the gravity juts gemini / twins theater twins I place the play theater and thunder theatrics and Christ threatens with transfiguration Christ spears a spectacular violence with transfiguration and I hide in the teeth tents meant for Elijah and Moses Transfiguration thrusts truss telos and names daniel difference The names daniel variations difference and different and the name Benjamin autodeconstructs the church church chasms chrism Church chasms chrism carotid and I articulate the artery with the cut Names door napalm difference and the name defers / downtown detroit destruction The name differs downtown detroit destruction and desert (do I exhaust the desert?) (I write the desert: do I exhaust the desert?) (I can never exhaust the desert) Desert deers ape dos mil infinity Desert demands the deer the duck the rabbit (duck hunting season) and I draw dinosaurs devouring mammals I draw dinosaurs devouring the diglet of a human and the desert still exits the desert still exists non-exhausted or never exhausts fever fumes bloated flesh My flesh forgets but desert devours The desert desire devours different bodies different names I name my book Book because it becomes Book (that one’s from the Book, says Paul Erdos) / the Book gives me the name Benjamin The Book grants me the name Benjamin The Book blesses me the name Benjamin / she names bone buried in desert I bury the bone in desert and I name the desert deconstruction (do I exhaust the desert?) (the desert drives eternal exhaustion) (the desert exhausts my body and the desert doesn’t exhaust the desert) Desert drills a screwdriver into my skull and I dust swamp seaweed kelp Krystal no longer any sea I continue sea no longer any sea and the desert drums crop circle spirals around my kerygma `
I Graze The Garden
I graze the garden The graze the garden and I gaze the garden I graze the garden and I gaze the garden gorgon / heterotopias heterochronies the cemetery Cemetery and garden converge into path complexity and I accumulate time and time Taryn / stands displays heteroclite objects wrestlers snakewomen fortune-tellers I wrestle her a god garden and she swamps snakewoman I wrestle an eight-note rest The heterotopia contains my hip flask / whiskey woman The heterotopia hobgoblins a surreal horror: the escapades of cliché clowns circuses or the carnival and the carnival ends with the atomic bomb The atom bomb disintegrates or dusts mythology (I suddenly remember Star Ocean: The Second Story and I enjoy its complications / item creation and its mythology always mutates clotted colonies) The heterotopia hasks hacks axe and the hook cuts underground chroniques / heterotopia and Krystal Kairos cloisters coolant and contact Heterotopia and Krsytal kairos chambers trochanter telos and it tricuts triangles in my kerygma The heterotopia of the festival and the eternity of accumulating time becomes my Book as Museum and Library / the collection The Book collects heterotopias, liminal spaces and the libraries without light light leaks out light leaks out from contact and the light leaks out from kerygma I hover heterotopias the church sheol and I sleep grey alien paralysis My kerygma contacts Krystal sandpaper kisses My kerygma concretes KRYSTAL concrete poetry music concrete magnetic tape tapeworm inhabiting my intestines I sleep concrete dark was the night cold was the ground The ground garden germinates kerygma / the hidden gospel hidden My kerygma contacts UFO impact close encounters of the fourth kind and I stack fourths queer quartal harmony Harmony and heterotopia hiss the same direction The vector vulgates glawgow smile, thin cuts into my cheeks My kerygma contacts UFO impacts close encounters of the fourth kind Krystal and her kerygma consecrates crescent craters / the UFO meteors machined extinction events (all time happens simultaneously) Kerygma cains concupiscence and the Krystal crater cater UFOs / the Vision visits me an as alien astronauts or the three-eyed aliens PKD witnessed teaching Akhenaten solar secrets Kerygma crams corridors with solar secrets and Sun Ra and His Arkestra appears to me and his music merges with my muscles twitching transformation Kerygma crams corridors monterey bay cannery row sardine cans and Sun Ra laces my ligaments with Saturn Sabbatai candy / I feel the flat map LSD slushing through my skull The kerygma crescents effervescent hevel mystery and the hevel hoards heterotopia the hevel walks away renee and she climbs the heterotopia himalayas She climbs the himalaya heterotopia and I skate around the tonic I skip around the tonic lydian mode and the key hevels mystery and ambiguity The key hevels mystery and ambiguity occluded Krystal and occult Krystal, and my skeleton key creates shadow Hevel hitches into heterotopia and the hitch knot bitches Hevel evens Abel ecclesiastes and I overcome his body as Other and Alien / Murder Murder let us go into the field Murder let us go into the field blood on the tracks Hevel irritates as oyster shell errata and Abel smokes qohelet dust disintegration deconstruction The kerygma crescents craters effervescent hevel mystery, a mystery mass and motet motor minim Mass too mutates and it craps Christ cancer / incarnation invades my body Incarnation invades my body pray pathogen all that pus pouring from my wounds puss in boots The kerygma invokes increase the pulse of prayers piling poker craters (I carry this asteroid in my jeans back page pocket) and mystery makes my Book a mess and a message many multiples / the Cross curios composite The Cross curios composite the Cross cores composite (compact many multiples) The cross craters uncut cocaine and the cocaine commas the cross composite the accretion of deliriants The cross composite accumulate the accretion of derivatives / velocity aardvark anteater acceleration The Mystery Hevel maps the Cross The Mystery Heterotopia traces the Cross / the Cross inters enters interference The Mystery Hevel argons astrology The Mystery Hevel houses the Hanged man and I hang from the Cross mas motet time manipulation The Cross buries me subterranean suburbia and I submerge slipstream (strata structures) (strata sculpture) (slacked steel stratocoasters)
Repetition Radios Rhizome Rhizomes
My kerygma does not disconnect but connects contra quadrophonic X quadrophonic continuum and I marshall the intersecting of unidentified flying objects and heterotopias The heterotopia hockets heaven and hell and the fiery chariot collide flying saucers, fire in the air fire I explore the alien heterotopia of my body and my body gullwings gospel My body confields confeld kerygma, and Adonai epicycles algorithms I dream the telephone heterotopia and its ringtone slinks saxophones / serpent saxophones the compact manifold of free-spinning rollercoasters and I swing heterotopia, topology Taryn topless Taryn The repetition radios rhizome rhizomes The present epoch otters enoch simultaneity Enoch juxtaposition Epoch far and near / desert dispersion localization substitutes extension and the local layers lights loose bolts my both both as an extension field and locally euclidean echoing non-euclidean The overlap of the heterotopia, kerygma, and UFO Gospel is cosmic horror invading as body horror I persist because I experience greatest horror Yahweh Space khoras kerygma and the space sparks the heterotopia in the mixed joint experience, the explosion of the mirror Space khors kerygma and the space spirals spoon clicks and swords into heterotopia and I live light liminal I live light layers liminal and initiation integrates crisis: pregnant woman and menstruating woman, and their blood umbrals umbilical my belly to their belly I play arcade Time Crisis and I miss light gun games and the pedal of Time Crisis changes the entire light gun experience: I hide and reload I reload repetition and rhizome, and the heterotopia chemins khora The heterotopia chemins khora / Gospel completely guts the automobile interior Foucault write about the heterotopia, and I read his 1967 lecture / essay Of Other Space (Des Espace Andres) and the heterotopia evokes a multivocal vision and matterhorn I like the spaces / places of strange liminality, betweeness, sacred and profane simultaneously, and I feel my own writing exists or lives or explores in a kind of heterotopic place It lives in the same place as William Blake’s The Marriage of Heaven and Hell I reload repetition and rhizome and the heterotopia tags total tapestry The heterotopia chemins khora carved rock harrow earth insides Foucault writes heterotopias of deviation: rest homes psychiatric hospitals prisons / Black Iron Prison pickpockets remedy-poison and the prima materia cardinal number My kerygma contacts KONTAKTE flying saucers mania madness and heterotopia hobos the mountain climbing harness and hornet’s nest Yahweh the Yattering Jack joins identical to the Black Iron Prison / The Empire Never Ended People aren’t drawn to Christianity because of creativity, says Asia. They are are drawn to it for comfort and a feeling of safety. Doesn’t that go back to the idea that the name Christian has become rigid and unable to accept the new wine? I say. The Bible itself is an incredibly creative work. The way words work, we decide collectively what words mean, says Asia Rain. We can’t just say “that’s not Christianity” if that’s the way a lot of people understand it to mean. Christianity is an organized religion which means that is encouraged “groupthink” and not creativity. (I talk about William Blake to Asia) William Blake’s mythology has the character Urizen, who is like the demiurge Old Testament God, slavishly adhering to law and punishment. Another character is Orc, the revolutionary, antinomian freedom… I agree with you: that’s why I left Christianity. But Christianity in the past meant something different than it does now. It might have been a creative work, says Asia, but it’s now rooted into our “western tradition” making it tradition and not something new or something that fosters creativity. And let’s be real, the New Testament is not the most socially forward work. At this point, it’s downright regressive, she says. Christianity at its origin is always-already multiple, split, plural. There is no singular primeval Christianity. There is no original message. The origin is already chaotic multiplicity. I mean the bible is the foundation of my work, and my work confuses you, so there must be something novel in it, that I’m extracting from it, that confuses you… I leave Christianity, but I would be foolish to think it doesn't influence me even now. It will always haunt me, it will always beckon me and taunt an absence presence of God, I say. I see it, she says. It was part of you for so long, it’s not just going to go away. No text is stagnant, I say. The authors of the New Testament were backwards Sons of Bitches. But the text can still be transformed and utilized for radical thought. That's why I also utilize pornography and horror and exploitation, I say. The dialogue reads more like miniature epistolary novels than any other dialogue I’ve read or maybe it reads like a Socratic Dialogue / the decalogue triangle and square waves Heterotopia or the Book Heterotopia hangs hares and the heterotopia juxtaposes into the single real place several places several sites incompatible and the Book spaces place heterotopia particulates The book spaces places the pulse macrocosm and the texts textile tactile several spaces the spool and linen weaving one Book and one Heterotopia (Asia sews the tunic and the tunic tears total tapestry) The Book heterotopia throttles the theater, the rectangle of the stage the cinema in a very odd rectangular room / the contradictory site of the garden the contradictory site of the Garden of the Forking Paths and the Book travels the dew-drenched path meandered the paths of my childhood The Book embraces Palm Tree Garden and the Garden of Forking Paths, as Heterotopia and its underground umbilicus basin benjamin the water woman and fountain The Book umbilicus utters the Palm Tree Garden and the Garden of Forking Paths, and the heterotopia mellows the vegetation god microcosm / heterotopia tropics strange topos or topic, tangle of topics The Book embraces embryonic the Palm Tree Garden and the Garden of the Forking Paths as heterotopia and its underground umbilicus basins Benjamin Its underground umbilicus basins Benjamin battering ram against water woman, the mirror mermaid undine and the garden grows graphomania (the garden as the smallest parcel of the world totalizes the world and world wages war woman) The Book umbilicus utters Palm Tree Garden and the Garden of Forking Paths and heterotopia contacts compact he cross concrete cord of garden, the pure zip of the vegetation god microcosm I graze the garden The graze the garden and I gaze the garden I graze the garden and I gaze the garden gorgon / heterotopias heterochronies the cemetery Cemetery and garden converge into path complexity and I accumulate time and time Taryn / stands displays heteroclite objects wrestlers snakewomen fortune-tellers
Vision and Mysticism 