Insect Improvisation

I contemplate returning to the habit of daily prayer, daily psalms, a liturgy of the hours, and hours still haunt horned error horned beetle horror     Psalms separate from psalms sacred sediment, silt deposited by the overflowing onto flood plains planes pierced cross parallel / psalm intersecting psalm

Yahweh you probe me, you know me, you know when I sit and stand, you understand my thoughts from afar…

Yahweh gatling gun ghost     Yahweh grapeshot ghost     Yahweh graphite granite glut gut ghosts     You know ghosts greys flying saucers abducting cattle performing anal probes, and Yahweh probes my empty eye socket     I feel kitchen sink dishes discarded eyes and my eyes autopilot…     Disengage autopilot and anticipate aware activity (on this bridge, Lorca warns, life is not a dream beware and beware and beware)     I want awareness     I want aware text text aware beware     Beware bebop and free jazz fuges liquid concrete injected into lumbar vertebrae     Vertebrae vision     Skeleton holy spirit spikenard holy water sprinkler spikes     Lion spike spur spindle / I mind the text     I mind text clockwork Coltrane     I mind text clockwork clockwise and I find a leprechaun in my walnut shell

I drew the three of swords, I say.  It reminded me of ghosts.  Grieving Ghosts.  What ghosts are you grieving?  The death of god.  Mourning past him.  He was a horrible person and committed sins.  Heavy sins.  I mourn the sins.

Strange I use the word sins if I believe in its ontological status, its stabbing substance, but sin certainly shadows earwig hauntology     My sins haunt like Taryn Towers, her naked text hotdogs handjobs I ejaculate earth woman money shot     Sin herpes simplex sliplocks liminal, my porch sunset pornography

Shit dead end     I shovel shit no outlet     I broke three toes and found out I have active lyme, says Christina.  I had x-ray s and a ton of labwork and scheduled an MRI for next week.  Did you think to yourself my health isn’t bad enough, I need to fuck myself up?  You know me!  I have some damage in my hands and feet and maybe some organs.  Stop feeding your lyme disease after midnight.  My lyme is that sexy gremlin.  Heck yeah!  You're sexy too, so you have a sexy gremlin.  I’m up to four men who have actively pursued me at work.  Who knew shoveling shit was such a turn on for some folks?  You turn me on!  But I’m your bestie, so I can talk to you and not offend you!  But it’s not the shit part I should say.  I’m not a Thomas Pynchon novel.  You've never seen me empty a whole shit cart in under a minute! says Christina.

Shit sin dead end     No outlet apartment campfire autofire ninja vampires

Artifice ingrid cold amplified cryptids     Cryptid campus liquid     Shit zero zone of enders

I need text and I need conversations because I write LOST and NEW DIRECTIONS     Asia, assist me in my creative endeavors

Do you think you could teach me something about writing?  Something new that’s not in my Book.  I can’t.  Oh.  Any particular reason why?  I don’t know what you need or what you think is missing.  I don't know what you're trying to accomplish that you feel like you're failing at.  I don’t know either.  I want to write something new.  CG Jung’s soul said to him: the new doesn't come in, it must be invented.  Then what do you want me to do – if I invent it, it’s not yours.  I was thinking of some kind of technique… Maybe something true to you is a good thing.  I don’t know anything new though.  Why do you feel like you need something new?  I think of my heroes in art and they made new paths for themselves: John Coltrane and Miles Davis.  The Zohar and mystical works.  Stravinsky reinvented himself at least three times.  Picasso four or five… So I believe that the reason why he we teach rules in art is in order to break or subvert rules, you need to understand why they exist, says Asia.  Yeah I agree with that for sure.  I think you don’t really know what you are trying to accomplish though.  Yeah, I think that's true to a large extent.  I could give you different challenges or exercises.  My first challenge is to write something condensed, 200 words or less, says Asia.

… I haven’t written your writing challenge yet.  I want to include it in the book so I have write some preparatory material first.  I do have some ideas though.  I’m writing in the Book that you’re teaching me.  What ideas did you have in mind?  Think about how jazz musicians practice.  They practice their scales, outlining chords, the very basics before making melodies and real music from them.  I want to practice my alphabet, my words, my phonemes.  Basic sounds, letters.  Maybe write about an insect using that approach.  Interesting strategy – I like that idea, says Asia.

Insect improvisation     Grasshopper jazz     Beetle bebop     Insect improvisation     Grasshopper jazz     Beetle bebop    Insect improvisation     Grasshopper jazz     Beetle bebop     Insect selection improvisation     Grasshopper hardbop jazz     Beetle bebop bass drum bombs

Skip it, try something else     Something else     Something different dinosaur fuckers

Insect improvise idols     Insect improvise icons     Insect improvise assassins acolytes apostles

I feel happiest writing conversations     I should just write conversations – they feel real, lives life, experience experience experienced     No, no – something more terrifying – I feel more creative, more cohesively creative creating when I write one of the many names of Yahweh     Many icons of the Cross     Fuck Yahweh and fuck Cross     Humanity real     Humanity alone real, earth and animals real     Krystal, Christina, Taryn, and Asia too     Yahweh can only haunt     Yahweh can only ghost – but what a large and persistent ghost

I steal insect assassins from Jackson Mac Low     Insect assassins improvise (numerous dental clinics at an edge of the walled city in 1991 / a playground at the edge of the city)     I play insect assassins Yahweh’s corpse Kowloon Walled City     Krystal Kowloon Walled city Woman City Christina     I will write many attempts to write a condensed something 200 words or less     Maybe not about insects but about insects

Locusts     Locusts ladder laparoendoscopic and locusts light my belly other abdominal     Locusts I lake gone like a shadow when it declined, but Yahweh tosses me up and down as the locust     Locusts locusta insects – I think of Locutus from Star Trek because my brain bursts barfs bottomless pit – a pit or abyss – argyle arugula     Every kind of these I eat: the locust after bee kind, the bald locust after her kind, the grasshopper after her kind (grasshopper hardbop grasshopper jazz)     I leave locusts     I larva level lord locusts     Last level contra run-and-gun cockroaches leonardo balada’s orchestration of La Cucaracha     I run-and-gun Emperor Demon Dragon God Java     I rattle-and-battle Heaven King Demon-Breeding Heart Gomeramos King

Text trades trains tennis tonality diamond     Train Taryn tass text chugga chugga choo choo and I choose text chance a non-conformist alternating society circus     I develop a live burial act, the Living Hypnotic Corpse, and my corpse catches kite diamond     Text fascinates me and I vivisect segments centipede text     I vivisect lollipop locust sucker vision I fascinate vision grotesque, the deformed and the perverse     Play put perverse more interested in tricks and illusions than the supernatural     Supernatural / summertime and the living lays easy     I swindle text seance embezzles me eddy earth     I swipe text swine streaks depraved pop-Freudian silent melodrama     I surround the text religions paraphernalia     Text tenners tonality diamond drawing room murder mystery     Tenets text tonality diamond diamond dots dirge dirt     Texts twins twins thinner tenets tonality diamond, hyperreality disneyland los los las vegas strip and I live hyperreal roulette     I live hyperreal russian roulette ringless revolver     Vinegar vision code replicated number I feel postmodern and post-postmodern and late capitalism cocks my life severe fucking I surveillance     Voyeurs pornography     I document voyeurs all archive and social media tracks shape my life kitchen shears dog ears

My writing sucks today, I tell Asia.  I’m mostly writing about how my writing sucks today.  I had this idea to write a condensed section about insect jazz.  It starts:  insect improvisation     grasshopper jazz     beetle bebop     Then it would go through permutations like grasshopper hardbop and beetle bass bombs and how insects improvise iron gall ink.  BEETLE BEBOP, says Asia.  So I might write a bunch of permutations until I find one I like.  But I also want to include all my rejected versions too and the process.  What do you need is some metaphors, says Asia.  Why did you pick the word “beetle?”  Because you like insects.  Pfftt.  I was also thinking of Jackson Mac Low’s Insect Assassins.  He used a form where the titles determines the structure, and he used chance operations to generate the words.  Oh cool, says Rainey.  I’m thinking of collecting a list of similes and metaphors I find in the wild.  I had so many kids yesterday who don’t really read getting into that book.  It was written by Gary Paulsen, the same guy who wrote Hatchet.  I recommend that they should read Hatchet too.  Maybe I should make a list of books like the one we are reading.  That's cool.  You didn’t suggest any metaphors for me, unless you want me to use a hatchet.  I was hoping you were going to say something insightful about why you picked insects.  I think you might need something more personal to you.  There a bit of advice on writing down the bones, it says, trust what you love, says Asia.

I love John Coltrane     the first we worked on was the diatonic scale patterns, triads, or sevenths: Trane added the neighbor to the fifth     Diatonic scale patterns destabilized discontinuation     Diatonic dyes discordant dissonance     Diatonic dyes discordant diabolical dissonance     Something diatonic diphtheria     Something diatonic delirium divebomb and a detailed photo reconstruction based on the stills from the film assembled by Turner Classic Movies’ Rick Schnidlin in 2002     benjamin, a ghoulish fanged figure, wears a cape and top hat and stalks the highway at night     I stalk diatonic drills and diatonic disasters     I stalk diatonic diadem delrin DOOM and this doom fucks     DOOM fucks fang DOORWAY doorway wall WOMAN     Kowloon Wall city woman practices diatonic patterns play plus midnights (migrations midnights bright butterflies)     Text totems diatonic tonality diamond long division     Diamond drafts discoteque jazz and I practice diatonic patterns     Syntax patterns benjamin pattern jazz     Syntax postage jazz     jazz postage syntax reversible irreversible / time destroys everything     Time destroys everything so I play free time and time without time     I write play play write without time ruddy rubato diatonic patterns     I write play rhythm play write time tendered time times X, unknown diatonic patterns puzzles     Unknown diatonic pattern paradoxes tease puzzles insect improvisation

I improvise tonality diamond, and many theorists of just intonation consider the tonality diamond Partch’s greatest contribution to microtonal theory     Sometimes I think too much theory and Asia rains be personal     write what you love and trust it     I love Asia and John Coltrane     I reluctantly and compulsively love the Absent Yahweh and Ghost Yahweh and I love the Cross Concave Cavity     I cooperate Cross copulation and my preposterous plot patterns platform on which I demonstrate the methods of magic and show culture reproduction the mystifying spectacles of Spirit theater operating through the paranormal     I conduct my cinematic illusions strictly through mechanical stage apparatus, no trick photography employed

I write illusion illusion I write disguise hypnotism hypothesis     I write illusion elusive hypnotism hypothesis hypothermia     I loop fishing wire around my blackened eye sockets, I inset painful shark-like teeth producing a hideous grin, I wear a ludicrous wig under a top hat, and I layer white pancake make up to achieve a kinky look     I develop a misshapen, incongruous walk for the written

I whip moth macabre and I tank Travis Belmont with the vampire killer     I map moon macabre meat hooks and midnight meat train     midnight movies     midnights migrations miniatures     Disembodied hands deliver tickets     an illusionary beheading of John the Baptist     Neptune Queen of the Mermaids     sexually untoward Zela Half-Lady     Arachnida the Human Spider perched on her web

Linkage of physical deformity with sexual frustration

I contrive to make myself look like an armless man, not simply to shock and horrify but merely bring to screen a dramatic story of an armless man

My arms disappear driller killer diatonic     My arms disintegrate drip dip diatonic     dremel I rotor chocolate nibs a sterling silver doorknob     A double amputee throws knives with her feet     I throw her feet into the campfire and use different vocal inflections fluxus fucking     My arms disappear diaspora     My arms disappear dialogue dover demon and I play Charlie Parker alto saxophone lines with my feet / I throw my feet into the campfire     I should listen to more Charlie Parker insect improvisation grasshopper jazz