I Bring My Body To The River

I bring my body to the river I bring my body to the river

I bring my body and ben bodies bloat saffron boat bolts I bring my body and ben bodies bolt insane contortions of tendrils Taryn touches insane tendrils tender matchbox car contortions (Taryn touches torches: Taryn contorts glass stations of the cross)

I bring my body to the river I bring my body to the river

In the rivers north of the future, I cast the net, which you hesitatingly weight with shadow stones wrote In em or ann contort immediate in insects In or em immediate lunar eclipse erupts error (my body erupts irregular rivers echoes of time and the river) My body erupts irregular rivers and sections of my body spider scissors Sections of my body scissor spider segment, and I echo rivers and rivers

I know rivers in sound and silence, and the silence of the river erupts into irregular sheets of sound. I know the irregular river as the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil, and I participate in the eating of the river and the drinking of the tree. I drink root river and I drink from where its roots run. My roots body rains river intersection and water insects, and I imitate the insect surface dances. My body rambles roots riverrun genesis, and I spread irregular roots underneath spread raw ghosts. I drink irregular rivers echo hollow time within my body and my body brings root bloodstream. My body brings massive root systems and my system body braids scripture. I braid scripture from my branch nature. I braid scripture from my body body river and my branches weave river word.

Can I talk to you about what I posted in the server? says Asia. Yes, you may, I say. Some people are irritated with tiny people because some tiny influencers are bragging about it and shaming any other size – even like women who wear medium sizes – or complaining there aren’t enough extra extra small clothing or whatever, says Asia. I can understand why people would be frustrated with that. I’ve never tried to flaunt my tininess and I know that being small means that I don’t always have the best idea of what sizes others wear. But something that always bugged me growing up would be people who would automatically compare themselves to me in a negative way. Like saying negative things about themselves. It made me really uncomfortable. I don’t get that too much anymore but it was always weird to me because I had such an abnormal body. I’m an outlier, not a representative of a normal human female and people would see me and see what they lacked. And I still didn’t fit body standards, because I was too short and didn’t have boobs. Like, no one can win this game and people die trying. I tell my students that body standards were created by people trying to sell you something, says Asia. Yeah that makes sense, I say. I don’t really think of you as a tiny person. I think of your fashion, I think of your style, I think of how you do your haircut and earrings and how you express yourself, but I realize I don’t think of you as tiny. I think of you as a strong person and maybe that’s why I imagine you as a “big person” in personality and strength. And I think you’re right. The game is kind of fucked. You’re damned if you do and damned if you don’t in a lot of ways. The beauty standards are all too ideal and impossible and purposefully so to sell you shit. I know you don’t need me to say it, but I think you’re awesome. I love who you are and how you express yourself. I have perceived you as having a strong self-love, I say. I think I love myself a lot now, says Asia. That didn’t use to be the case. It was odd getting used to my post-pregnancy body. I didn’t really gain a lot of weight but my uterus is more pronounced now and it gives me a bit of a belly, and it’s ridiculous to even say that but I was used to a flat stomach and being able to see my ribs and it’s the best that isn’t the case anymore but I still had to get over that mental block. And I was still literally underweight. Like it doesn’t make any sense the little things we fixate on, says Asia. I haven’t really talked to you about this before but for a long time I was also very skinny, I say. I was 5’11” and 150 pounds, see the ribs skinny. Even when I started lifting weights, I only got up to 175 or so. When I became super depressed in college, dropped to 160 again. It wasn’t until I started taking medication I gained a lot of weight. As I got older, I have struggled with my image of weight. Earlier this year, I was at my heaviest at 215. I am down to 195 again but I want to lose another 15 pounds. I don’t love my body. That’s the reality of it and I resonated with what you said in the server. I do struggle with that image I had of me before. I do sometimes skip meals because of it. I don’t want to eat and I want to fast… Thanks for sharing your struggles with me, even if it’s on the opposite spectrum, but I appreciate the discussion, I say.

I bring my body to the river I bring my body to the river

I bring my body to the river the dead know exactly what they’re doing when they leave this world behind

I bring my body to the river and rivers rip my body apart parts riverrun river bodies

I bring my body to the river and I bring my body to the river In the rivers north of the future, I cast the net itself a river In her err irregular rivers, suspect sideways ferris wheel In her interior raw window river witches and witch window irregular rivers (I watch my body witch wolverine insects I watch my body witch waters colour clamor)

I bring my bodies to the rivers and my bodies dye the rivers bright blues and cool jazz cobalt. My bodies stain the rivers blood red and target red, and I baptize rivers in the stew of watercolours. I bring my bodies to the dye works of Levi and I take seventy-two colors and throw them into their rivers. The earthly son has come as a dyer. I bring my bodies dissolve in the dying and provided the dyes bloody rivers.

I bring my body to the river I bring my body to the river In the rivers reed weaver reaver Asia rhizome In rivers vav shuttle future beetle / river barbed beetle bereshit I bring my body barb beetle barbara abracadabra Asia rhizome

I bring my body to the river weave red reeds redder rhizomes

I bring my body to the river color klang katzenjammer clamour

I bring my body to the river and it stains river gauche gore and skull oil. I smear my skull over the water surfaces as acrylic and poured aluminum household pigment. My body bursts open Judas Iscariot across rivers. Field, body, and river rivulet rainforest in unity, again a tree of the knowledge of good and evil.

I want to take this time to remind anyone who has struggled with body issues or eating disorders to be kind to yourself and tread carefully, says Asia. Things are getting ugly out there; try not to get caught up in it. Lots of older mindsets are coming back around and I see a lot of my students getting caught up in it too. Your body is a lovely vessel that helps you move through this world and love it like your friends and family. Be kind to yourself, says Asia. I appreciate it, I say. Right now I’m trying to lose some weight, and it’s important even if trying to get healthy, to avoid quick fixes and fads and getting caught up in the imagery. I have to remember to exercise and eat healthy and avoid doing stuff like extreme fasting, I say. Hopefully my words don’t sound hollow or anything, says Asia. This can be a hared topic to navigate, she says. I feel your words resonate and are appropriate, I say. It can’t be hard to love oneself, in multiple ways.

I bring my body to the river I bring my body to the river but I do not love my body I do not love my body but I love the river and rivers Ben bodies bloats saffron boat bolts and the bodies burst over rivers an oil spill My body spills time and the rivers stations of the cross Cross contorts ben bodies khora incarcerations / from rivers, insane tendrils Incarcerations accompany my hollow bodies rivers empty

I bring my body and I bare my body at the parking lot river. Its rivers radio Bob Dylan’s Shooting Star and I saw a shooting star tonight and I thought of you. I see a shooting star tonight and I think of Christina. Christina interrupts rivers and ruptures rivers in irregular intervals. I remember her body as my body. I bare my body in the river parking lot haunted by Christina sprites. I miss Christina. I float down the liffey, rivers in Christina limbo.

I bring my body to the river I bring my body to the river I light the rivers parking lot in em edit ark park lark light light parking lot (parking lot fluorescents sizzle sword word reed rivers)

I bring my body to the river in vent cigarette insects blitz chess cigarettes I smoke rivers red tobacco I smoke river cylinder serpent sinister cylinder (her cylinder strikes worrystone thunder)

I bring my body to the river and ben bodies bend down the branches (I do not branch but map I map ben body rose clusters of five nine thirteen totentanz)

Rivers carry my body nowhere and now here I bring my body to the river

When Shall These Things Be

Tell us, when shall these things be?  And what shall be the sign when all these things shall be fulfilled?

I tell telluric currents     I tell telluric current current comic subterranean     Tell telluric currents ocean currents currants     Telluric currents criss-cross pomegranates and pow-pow pornographies (I strip down to electricity and electricities)

I tell telluric currents go tell it on the mountain     Subterranean current tell it on the mountain Jesus Christ is born     Tell Taryn traffic jam archangels / Tell Taryn triad seven trumpets trumpet fires     Tell Taryn seven trumpets steam trains train tonalities (I love you a trumpet punch scatters) (A trumpet pinchers plumb line pizzicato / texture of time and letters from terra)      Tell Taryn tripping trumpet tinfoil telescope     Tell Taryn tripping trumpet teak tail talk / talk klang coin flip     Flip flesh trumpet half-valve or locust smears     I smear melodic and I swear upon my hair or heaven’s footstep the name now Yahweh     (Yahweh erupts elephant euphonium and mountain manipulates shepherd moment form)

Tell us, when shall these things be?  And what shall be the sign when all these things shall be fulfilled?     I smear melodic and the mountains manipulate melodies.  The mountains manipulate modal tones and I climb mountain mixolydian.  I climb modal mountains and I tell blues tones and tone sharpening hone flat sevenths.  I smear melodic beaches where sharks eat humans: I smear mixolydian beaches where humans eat shark skin tents.

Tell us, when shall these things be     Mountain tells the Taryn tain, anchorite in Egypt     Mountain twains the Taryn tain tellings as twa sisters: cistern folk tales witches’ whale tales     Attach not to the tale bit tell and go tell the Taryn as telescope     Attach not to the type tell and so tell Taryn as tent and cavern (Taryn terebinth Taryn tarantula)

Cursed Is The Human The Lion Will Eat

And cursed is the human the lion will eat and the lion will become human

Cursed my human head and the lion snacks on my skull snicker-snack.  Cursed my human head and the lion cracks my cranium hard candy (lion licks my skull a lilith lollipop).  Cursed my human head and my human body, and my body breaks against the lion’s mouth.  The lion’s mane transforms as a mouth: earth mouth and caterpillar mouth and cave mouth.  Cursed her mouth which devours my skull and cursed my body which rejects her mouth.

And cursed is the human the lion will eat and the lion will become human     Cursed creep catacombs / cursed creep catacomb cavern Christianities     Cursed colonial Christianity and industrial Christianity (I imitate an industrial revolution     Industrial revolution disintegrates Christianity military-industrial complex connected protestant work ethic     Unconnected plotted earth earthenware)

And cursed is the human the lion will eat and the lion will become human     Cursed cicada carcass coffin Christianity     Cursed cemetery carver cremation Christianity     (Adonai ashes the ash sash showers     Elohim murders martyrs minuets music box minions     Yahweh whip whistles chain-to-chain christian comprachicos children)

And cursed is the human the lion will eat and the lion will become human.  The lion cursed as children and children playground.  The lion curses children chisel children of men and children char carnival flesh flay corn on the cob.  The lion curses children and children of men and her men devours skulls as corn on the cob.  The lion curses carnival children and circus children, and their ringlets row flesh rhizome and volcanic ash skin.  My skin skirts lions and her lion lilith licks my skin circus.  Lion as children harvest dolly valley of the dolls and the children smoke dope circus shows.

And cursed is the human the lion will eat and the lion will become human      God guns runners oh-my-god guts the journey (oh my fucking god)     God gives grey goo grander gunk and I piss piano wire     I shit window shutters to repel ghosts (I piss piano wire worry.  The word wire whips kidney stones.  Kidneys cast a keystone phallus which opens bloody crucifixions.  Crucifixions call psalms phallus and castration anxiety.  Anxious, I cook my arteries in alchemy.)     I piss piano wire wisteria listeria liminal listerine / the lock of alcohol poured pint phallus     I shit window shutter stained glass smash ash

And cursed is the human Christianity collects corpses the center canyon of my body     Christianity cups my body corpse and circus children of men / children of men circus my body corpse alien crab canon vision     Christianity the lion scrapes my skull to a scherzo (skull scherzo speech scroll      Skull stone sonata-allegro / metric modulation distillation)     I skull soft machine scherzo others: others skull minuet and trio     Skull scanner undifferentiated tissue

And cursed is the human      Curse Christianity curses the sap and soil, and I tend Taryn as a garden (a locked a sealed garden my sister)

And cursed is the human the lion will eat     Cursed Christianity curses the sap and soil and Christianity injures incarnation (Christianity hunts human and cursed the human the lion will eat)     Human hoards hand hostiles and human exhumes exegesis     Human exhumes exegesis and ecclesiastes     Human humbles a little lower than Elohim and cursed the Human who invents genesis     I invent human genesis and Elohim meanders millipedes for the millennium (millipedes morph insect sonata and white mass sundresses)

The lion will eat and the lion will become human      Lion eats and I imagine the incarnation as the magic chord and mystic chord (human harmony northern lights)     Aurora borealis births bear benjamin, honey eater and human eater, and the cursed human hockets mississippi mensuration

I dream her human body cursed desert and second Adam bear and lion     I dream cursed body human and the lion Adam Kadmon clears to crystal, cave mouth resurrections

And cursed is the human the lion will eat and the lion will become human

Corolla 2: Electric Boogaloo

The marvelous corolla rots indecently in the sunday

Corolla at cut or cusp cup abrupt into original corolla (its flower outflanks its flower an original flower) Corolla cut or cusp cut original rupture: the leaves of the rose cluster in fives, nines, and thirteen

Corolla ceiling a floor or corolla ceiling and floor flower fragrant or flagrant flesh Corolla as chrism anoints corona, the leaf clusters of the solar anus I cluster five sabbaths and nine sabbaths leaf cinders

I accumulate corollas. Corollas linger gate in bloodstream cathedrals and I accumulate corollas in clusters. I collect the clusters in waterfall whips and they strip from hip to hip to reveal the whole flower. I accumulate flowers and my flesh flows flowers in flux / fluxus happenings. Corollas crane open and cup open full flowers and full flesh body blooms.

Yesterday, we went to the park, says Asia. I noticed that some of the black-eyed susans were going to seed so I collected the buds. Now they are going in a zippy bag in my fridge. I can plant them in the summer, she says. Nice! I say. Guerrilla gardening. I think guerrilla gardening is planting on land that doesn’t belong to you, says Asia. Not stealing seeds? It’s not stealing if it doesn’t belong to anyone, she says. There was that viral picture that went around for awhile at a plant nursery that accused people of stealing trimming and stuff, I say. Black-eyed susans are native, says Asia. Stealing trimming would be guerrilla gardening, but also the uproar over that was bullshit. If it fell on the floor and you were going to throw it a away, who is it hurting? And even if someone took it straight from the plant, so what? You still get to sell the plant. Most of those plants end up dead anyway, says Asia.

Corolla creepy courtyards courtyard Christina Yam Suf YHVH Corolla creeps abrupt flowers and my body blossoms flowers abrupt fluxus Flowers do not age honestly like leaves but die ridiculously on stems that seem to carry them into clouds

Flowers die ridiculously or stem high heels that carry them into clouds Flowers decay clouds bodies desert Flowers wither bodies awake bright cluster desert / desert monastery cloisters Monasteries flower hauntologies uninhabited wild and cloisters bud black-eyed susan holy spirits My body buds black paintings uninhabited serpents / I swing serpentine through wild black-eyed susans Serpent bodies sculpt empty desert and hollow snake bodies pour flowers Serpent bodies blossom empty desert drive in theater roses I watch midnight movies to Asia’s stained glass eyes / gruppeti god gaze her wild flowers

My body flowers wild art happenings and absurd performances. My body buds wild circus circles three ring circus performances and I play wild. I play wild with my body and I plant my body native earth. My body buds river cut through canyon and I play earth circus.

Solace Slice Sacramental

Solace slice sacramental     Solace slice sacramental / solitude stab secluded     Solace slice sacramental a desert place to pray     Solace slice a desert place to pray and pestilence prays me

Pestilence prays me plague without pause prose     Plague prays rebel without a pause slice stress rolling rhythms (Yes, the rhythm, the rebel, without a pause I’m lowering my level)     Plague prays rebel without a pause slice Taryn claws a secluded place     Taryn claw saw a secluded place pestilence prayer and desolate prayer persecution and pursuance

Solace slice sacramental divide person from person   particular from particular   particle participate particle

Solace slice slices sacrosanct     Solitude still stills silence (silent communion silent community)

Solace slice slices spirit speech: church without church   god without god   god and gods face farther from me

God in absolute absence hovers abeyance bay abyssal abyss.  God hovers absolute absence my god my god why have you forsaken me.  God forsakes me to desert desolation and potent pestilence (pestilence prods rebel without a pause: a rebel in his own mind supporter of my rhyme designed to scatter a line of suckers who claim I do crime).  God forsakes me to desolate desert and I pursue desert divides person from person and particular from particular.  I participate in its lunar sanity and solar eclipse.  I step into the desert spiral staircase that breaks bread open eucharist.

Solace slice sacramental      Solace slice slices sacramental and its heat crucifies passionately     Solace crucifies slices beg for blood and receive blood sieve silver     Blood solace heats passionate crucifixion and its slice blesses heat buried its dead hurriedly     Solace slice wed in grave external holy saturday

Solace slice wed sacramental grave in grave and grave among grave     I marry sheol slice resurrection

Comic Corolla Clusters

The marvelous corolla rots indecently in the sun

(The marvelous corolla crashes bashes boxes Marvelous Marvin Hagler)

The marvelous corolla rots indecently in the sun and I simmer sun roots: I summer sun roots surround

The marvelous corolla cooks octopus tendrils tendril octatonic scales (I scale tendril skyscrapers and towers tower tendrils)

The marvelous corolla interpolates the wheel petals of a Toyota Corolla, and the petal pedal car crashes into my body as a middleweight boxer’s punch. I interpret the corolla interpolation as crass collage or crow collection: bird canyons wash caravan and minivan and its juxtapositions feather weathered steel. I continue the corolla through its collage or barrage of spills and sigils and I sign an experimental wonder. I sign wonder experiment and word experiment, bloom and blessed. The marvelous corolla interpolates impossible signs and languages, and I lengthen the petals in play. I improvise play petals settle the corolla swell and its metal sweetened word. Metals and petals sweeten word experimental wilderness and forest robotics.

The marvelous corolla rots indecently in the sun Corolla covets lights and crowns (There on the beach I could see it in her eyes I only had a corona five cent deposit) Corolla courts lights and crowns, and corolla points to crowns pointillist pistol pigments points

The marvelous corolla rots indecently in the sun and sun saps acentered corolla Corolla creeps courtyard courtyard Yam Suf Yahweh Soft waters soft rains rain Yahweh rot open desert

Tell me five flowers you really like, I say. Sunflowers, peonies, a lot of them I don’t know the names of but my favorite are wild flowers that show up in clusters around the road, says Asia. We get a lot of brown eyed susans here. And there are these like cone shaped fluffy wild flowers that are purple. They take my breath away when I see them. And thistles, I love thistles, says Asia.

The marvelous corolla rots indecently in the sun I root in sunflowers flow cardigans and sundresses Sunflowers relapse abrupt into original squalor / the leaves of the rose cluster in fives, nines, and thirteen leaves I root sunflowers sunflower and I rose leaf and I leave rose five sabbaths then nine sabbaths Nine rests nude sunflowers saturnine, melancholy ringlets adorning my naked body Ben bodies orbits ben bodies solar flares surface solar anus and solar annulus

Flowers do not age honestly likes leaves but die ridiculously on stems that seemed to carry them into clouds

Flowers decay clouds bodies desert Flower wither bodies awake bright cluster desert / desert monastery cloisters Desert corolla covets lights and crowns / monasteries hauntologies height uninhabited serpents

I improvise cool jazz corollas. I improvise corolla chord changes and the petal clusters sustain as pedal piano or low pipe organ drones. I improvise corolla tone clusters and clusters shatter photo shutter or fluttering beetle wings. I explore the expression of flowers and I experiment the cardigan flow flowers. I improvise a corolla developing variations and I arrange the petals into palimpsest. Petals place and displace the palimpsest.

Immediate Interest In Insects

In em or ann immediate interest in insects     In or em in error error in irregular rupture scissor (her rupture her scissor) (her rupture beetles board scissor spiders)

In the rivers north of the future, I cast the net, which you hesitantly weight weigh shadows stone wrote

In em or ann no room at the inn / In em or anna immediate interest in insects     In em ernest emma anna immediately driven to the desert / her eva immediate interest in insects

I think insects because Asia thinks insects; no, I think insects beyond Asia’s thinking of insects because insects leave the Book intact.  Insects intercept the Book but leave the Book intact; nevertheless, the letters experiment and explore insects, a subtle sign of insect contamination.  Insects leave the Book intact but leave a signature or residue.  Ghost insects invisibly inhabit the Book and insects tie-dye beetle carapaces.  I see insect spirits.  I see the Holy Ghost as nothing but the ghosts of plague locusts, the spirit swarms which devour but the Ghost leaves the Book intact.  Ghost insects leave the Book intact but invisibly reside in the spaces between the letters, a haunted khora kerning.

In the rivers north of the future, I cast the net…

In em or ann immediate interest in insects     In or em in error error in irregular rupture scissor (insects erupt in swarm scissors) (beetles rupture broad bricoleur brushstrokes barbed scissor spiders)     In er err suspect insects sideways ferris wheel      In her insect interior ram rainbow     Insects in her interior or open raw window witches (I watch witch wolverine insects)

Tension Time Extends Liquid Time

Tension time extension liquid time plow tremors

Tension time extends extension liquid time times plow tremors

Tension time extension liquid time plow tremors I tremor plateau plow time stone madness I tremor a thousand plateaus plateau ghosts elastic time: time tempers steel tremor and tension

I tend towards an elastic time and time extended elastic. I tend towards an elastic eschaton and earth tremors from its pregnant apocalypse. I tend to time in tension and I extend the time shaking salt water taffy elastic. I tend to time as through time turning liquid and time sloshes jazz swing through my bloodstream. I tend to blood an elastic book and my body prophesies a pregnant time. My body inhabits apocalyptic portent an elastic earth-in-time.

Tension time extends extension liquid time plow tremors I tremor a thousand plateaus plateau apocalypses and I plow plateau time stone madness A thousand plateaus prophesies doubly articulated ghosts and ghost pinchers pick stones and stones house time Mad stone ghost time tacks taryn partial stone stew total minotaur Time stem then total: then tent total tone round Taryn tonnage

Tension time extends tent stretch tekken skin ghost prisoner: ghost forest faint flesh Tent tends tension trance ghost king: tense repetition extends time space involved body dance (I dance time ghost long trench in the earth)

Quick story, says Asia. Yesterday I caught a kid playing games RIGHT after I showed him his results for the reading diagnostic (it said that he was reading at a 2nd grade level) so I told him to take his time, and less than 5 minutes later he’s done and playing games. I told him he was trifling. And he was like “Did you just say I was trifling?” I said “Yeah, that’s the vocab word of the day; it could also be audacity” and he just looks at me and said “Oh, I did that yesterday,” says Asia. You have interesting kids, I say. I thought it was funny, she says.

I take my time and I tremor a thousand plateaus I take my time and tension time extends extension liquid time plow tremors I tremor ghost time and I take my time with ghosts

I take my time ghost long trench in the earth Repetitive earth extends earth unearthed time / I time earth time triangle land galaxy I take my time to tension ghost long trenches (the armored ghost could not satisfactorily convey the requisite spookiness: it cranked and creaked, and had to moved about by complicated pulley systems or elevators)

I take my time in time and I do not have time (time quickens the world is sick sick sick so kiss me quick). I take my time but there never seems to be enough time to do the things you want to do once you find them. I take time and this time prophesies from time to time and time troubles my bloodstream liquid tremors. I prophesy tremor time and I quicken to time prophesied the speech scroll rapidly.

Met one of the consultative students for the first because he had a breakdown in class and was sitting down in the hallway, says Asia. They called me to go get him. How did that go? I say. I relate to that by the way. I had a breakdown like that in class. It went well enough, says Asia. It’s just not how I would have liked for him to meet me. I had cookies though so when he said “I had a bad day”, I was like “Cookies?” That’s fair but I’m sure he had a good experience with you, I say. I hope he accepted the cookies. He did, she says. Man, one of the assholes in my small group told me that I should have woke up at 3 am to make cookies so their cookies would be warm, she says. Hahahaha no cookies for that asshole then, I say. At least the kid that had the breakdown in class didn’t complain about the temperature of cookies, says Asia. He’s like me, that’s why, I say. Christina used to tell me when she had kids that reminded her of me. Usually they were brooding moody kids, I say. That’s fair, says Asia.

Time at first appears without time but time tends again apparition Time first unfurls ghosts, a ghost time present tense archive Time extends time fight the beginning time time in the beginning (I recall the first conversation with Asia. She contacted me asking about mysticism, nearly five years ago. Now, I tend to her first time at the beginning of a new Book: Opossums for Asia and Rain Beetles’ Search For Fire. Time appears first as the archive of Ben and Asia.)

Tension time extension liquid time plow tremors Time extends ghost long trenches in earth Earth time unearth triangle land galaxy: galaxy gore gloryhole God gore galaxy stained glass globster guts / death of god slop gruesome grammar Time in grammar ghost harmolodic ghost trance music (Time tension trench ghost trance music tetragrammaton funk)

First time ghosts trench earth ghost trance music (these clanking ghosts hoisted above the stage because objects of ridicule as they became cliched theater elements)

Tension time extends extended ghosts and time turns liquid holy ghost and gas kingdom of god gut earth (It’s bold and provocative, a big fuck you to the church, says Asia. Bu it’s also a hand reaching out to the part of yourself that has been excluded and others on the margin and saying “You belong here, come as you are.” That’s prophecy to me. Your job is to speak truth and comfort to those marginalized by the church, says Asia.)

Tension time extends prophetic time: an elastic time of kingdom and ghosts Tension time extends extension time hermetic and time tarot hermit, an experimental and liquid prophecy

(I steal from Paul Celan:

In the rivers north of the future, I cast the net, which you hesitatingly weight with shadow stones wroth)

I experiment a present tense time and a present tense prophecy: in em or ann immediate interest in insects In or em in error error in irregular rupture scissors (her rupture her scissors) (her rupture beetles board scissor spiders)

I experiment with language-in-time and time-in-language because the creative process prophesies. Creative process prophecies time extension extended liquid, a loquacious speech scroll submerged in molasses. I experiment language ghost time and time archive because Asia and Ben prophesy a pando memorywork and a pando archive. Archive doesn’t anchor static, but animates through anarchic chaos and desert dynamic time. Our archive experiments and works new god grammar ghost trance musics and music ocean trench trance. The experimental text tenses time a textured time, and I cast my net at texts: weights weigh word with fundamental hydrogen and helium.

Tension time extension liquid time plow tremors Time in en err suspect sideways ferris wheel Time in hesitation raw window window witch (I watch witch wolverine insects) ( watch witch watercolor clamor) Time in the rivers weaver reaper Asia Rhizome Time in rivers rav shuttle future beetle / I barb beetle bereshit I barb beetle barbara abracadabra red rhizomes

Tension time extends liquid extension and I prophesy present tense time and present tense experiment I experiment plow tremors trench long ocean / Asia experimental abyss

I Demand The Rose / Rose Remembers A Rude Kindred

Content Warning: vulgar and crude language

I demand the rose The demand of the rose real rhizome: sow sound sun soon human rhizome Ben body rose rhizome up rose cain

I demand the rose I demand a continuous rubato dandelion expansions

I demand a rose: her rose unreal run real rhizome (virtual visions of excess)

I revisit the region of the rose. I repeat rose region as ritual and the rose domain devours me. I plot the range and domain of the rose: all reals. The real rose plays with the regions and distorts the rose dynamic and nonlinear. I revisit the nonlinear rose and it arises from chaos: it demands chaos and its domain draws chaotic daemons the desert of her wisdom. The desert of her window arouses the vision of the rose, and in my memory, rose demands further roses.

I demand a rose: the cup of blessing, which rests on five fingers, like a rose sitting on five sturdy leaves Leaves link fragments she lights the lights Leaves lamb leviathan / ben body bleats horned serpent

I demand the rose and its leaves library body landings: body fingers body harbor Rose leaves lob five bodies folded: five bodies fold and superimpose flesh roses rose library bodies (the beautiful of flowers spoiled in their centers by having sexual organs) (Do you ever braid your pubic hair? I ask Christina. I could? says Christina. Usually I trim it. It’s pretty gross. I didn’t think you trimmed it, I say. I thought you let it grow wild. I thought Guns N’ Roses wrote Welcome To The Jungle about your pubic hair, I said. Now that I have intense menorrhagia, it’s easier to keep it trim, she said. Ha! Now don’t you feel bad? No, it’s not my fault your cunt wants to kill you. I mean it’s a vibrant hopping place! says Christina. But it evacuates like twice a month minimum. Like total bowel evisceration goregrind? I say. I don’t know what those words mean, but it’s pretty gross! Giant chunks of uterus fall out at random. They should make a documentary about your body, I say. Market it as a horror film.) (I miss talking to Christina about vulgar and typically verboten topics. I always live in my body and never apart from my body, and I appreciate Christina making me physically aware of my body as body. I appreciated sharing in the horror of our bodies with Christina, although her horror seems comically amplified by whatever gods invisibly grinding up her body.)

I demand a rose Rose leaves labyrinth twisted bodies / ben bodies contort crucifixions

I demand a rose or a controlled rubato A rose rubato leaves letter lost cinema or Jean Sibelius’ unfinished Symphony No. 8 I leave unfinished but I do not cease from my writing survival I write to survive and even more so, I write to heal I apply the rose petals to my wounds and I drink rose water

Is it true your vagina holds more circus people than a baker’s dozen of clown cars? I ask Christina. It only seems that way to pencil dicks like you! she says. I was hoping we could use it as a tabernacle and offer sacrifices to the fertility gods from within its echoing chasm, I say. Oh no, was that supposed to be a compliment? says C. My bad. I’m saying it’s a place like the Himalayan mountain range, I say. Vast, awe-inspiring, a true work of nature, and a place where many climbers have lost their lives and their bodies couldn’t be recovered due to the extreme elements. Can’t argue with that! says C. I want you to appreciate my Christina vagina jokes! I say. What’s the difference between three cocks and a joke? Christina can’t take a joke! You’re on fire, says Christina.

I demand a rose and rose remembers Christina Rose remembers Christina vulgar vision and vagina vision I play rose a controlled rubato but the Kindred sometimes erupts through the free time with an erratic pendulum time Rose in time turned Kindred timeless, a perpetual weeping language I play the lamina of roses not weeping women but weeping ben hinnom

Christina Glows Glass Ghosts

Author's note: some spoilers for the games Shadow of the Colossus and Silent Hill 2

Christina glows glass ghosts Christina grows glass grass and glass ghosts

Her ghosts sizzle sessile front-shaped phallus cosmopolis Her ghosts magnify as meteorological microscopes mystify and that mystical descent fries bodies My burning bodies submerge heterogeneous underneath my body blue ghost homosexuals Blue body ghosts homosexual blue her hands the earth on nothing

Christina glows glass ghosts and I remember her glass menagerie

Christina glows glass ghosts and her glow voices a wavering melody and a violet melody. I voice my melody as an absent melody, and my voice circumambulates anarchic ghosts and ambulance ghosts (the riverboat was rocking in the rain midnight was the time for the raid). Christina’s music still plays on ghost radios and blinks in and out of existence in the black iron prison.

Ghost prisoner unlocks locust rhythm Rhythm riverrun Asia Among Rivers: river locusts microphone mist Locusts cain cross chisel chemicals: I chisel big beat orca breakbeats Locusts glitch rhythm seraph search (I search locust hocus pocus: aporia insect abracadabra) Locust cadaver: locust capybara beater blisters (I let in locusts I lot in locusts letter mothlight / rhythm locust can opener)

Christina glows glass ghosts and I grow into her language. I grow into her haunted language and ghost language, and her absences too avalanche anarchic. I grow into her anarchic language and this language lives ghosts. A ghostly language maintains archives stacked onto archives, and sometimes the archives work with the memory of human bodies and other times it works with the memory of grass graves. I live the language of her graves and scripture. I live archival languages as a grave striptease

Christina glows glass ghosts Christina grows glass grass and glass ghosts

Ghost prisoners unlock locust cut key Ghost prisoners unkey rhythm khora noun naked: nude pop art open apparition Appear ghosts trance night music cricket melodies Night melodies extend lime time extensive time color (the process of making a novel is the content, more or less the process is the content more or less)

Ghosts appear first of all as ghosts. Ghosts also appear as numbers: prime numbers and the infinitude of twin primes. I see the ghosts as their own sort of gematria, and their absences translate to present names and geographies. The Ghost Gematria encourages my graphomania. I graph the ghosts onto cartesian coordinates and I amplify ghosts through holy spirit scalars. Christina resides somewhere in these intersections of maps and numbers.

Also have you ever played Shadow of the Colossus? I say. That might be your vibe. Hell yeah I have, says Asia. I love that game. That’s a beautiful game to look at I say. I actually haven’t played but I have watched all the boss fights, I say. Boss fights are basically all the game is, says Asia. Fighting big dudes and then wandering around bleak, empty landscapes trying to find the next big dude. The worst part is there are a few that don’t really fight back, like it’s obvious that they aren’t violent and the mournful cries when they die is gut wrenching, says Asia. Yeah, I would get too depressed if I played it, I say. They just exist, you know? And you’re slaying them to resurrect your girlfriend or whatever, I say. Yeah, the game goes on you like “wait a minute, is this really the right thing to do?” says Asia. Another aspect of the game is the weird wonky controls but it adds to the game. Like the horse isn’t 100% in your control – they wanted it to act like a real horse and controlling the character is as much like you are a tiny man hanging on for dear life as you can get with a controller, says Asia. A game I immediately think of where the wonky controls enhance the experience is the Silent Hill series, like Silent Hill 2 where you’re just a regular dude, I say. You don’t know how to handle guns. Regular people are good sometimes. I have a love-hate relationship with the Silent Hill games, says Asia. I love how they use the environment for scares and not just jump scares: it really messes with you. I HATE all the stupid ass tedious puzzles. I was playing the second Silent Hill game and there was this long drawn out puzzle with lock boxes with keys and number combinations and I finally opened the goddamn box and thee was A PIECE OF HAIR IN IT. I did all that for a piece of hair. I never touched the game again. I was so mad, says Asia.

Christina glows glass ghosts and game ghosts Christina grows glass grass telescopes and she magnifies game haunts and shadows I share in her shadowy numbers and lock boxes (my body as box breeds locusts and locust rhythms) (lock box beetles break out swarming numbers and chaotic numbers)

Christina glows glass ghosts (the process is the content, more or less) Christina grows glass grass and glass ghosts (the process is the content more or less)

Appear ghost coral and ghost sea Christina appears ghost coral and ghost sea (Diatom Frustule Pinnalaria major Rabenhorst light microscopy, variable phase contrast) Appear ghost coral city corpse sea for there are three that beare record in heaven, the Father, the Word, and the Holy Ghost, and these three are one… And there are three that beare witness in Earth, the Spirit, and the Water, and the Blood, and these three are one…

Appear ghost prisoner ghost forest field locusts Field locusts cover my face hand of the ghost and hand of god / night noise white

Philip K. Dick as holy ghost inhabits my head and hand. Christina ghost superimposes onto the PKD ghost, both our sisters. My sibling syllable and sibyl ghost (The sibyl, writes PKD. Who knows and sees everything. The deeds of men especially… At another point in his exegesis, PKD writes: The Cumean Sibyl is behind it all; certainly she had or has a clear view of the future, of time; that is what a Sibyl is…). Christina and holy ghost inhabits my head and hand, and she hangs me in suspension between Sibyl and Sibling. She becomes my sibling, my twin and syzygy, and I too live ghosts. I live this ghost writing, this game where I wander Silent Hill or empty landscape Shadow of the Colossus. Holy Ghost Christina gestates game and game, the ghost gematria hidden in the Exegesis of Philip K. Dick.

Christina glows glass ghosts Christina grows glass grass and glass ghosts, and I fear her ghosts I fear her ghost forest feels locusts Field locusts cover my face hand of the ghost and land of god / night noise white (Field night tension time extension liquid time plow tremors I tremor plateau plow time stone madness) Mad ghosts time tack Taryn partial stone steam total minotaur (Then total: then tent total tone round tonnage Christina glows ghost tons grave tonnage hundreds

Christina slows glass ghosts Christina grows glass grass and glass ghosts Her ghosts game shadows and holy ghost shadows, and I exist with Christina and Philip K. Dick, three in one