Pando Pink

Pando pink aside for sets forest 
Forest rising from pando pando

Friend pink forest aside
Abide forest make forever forest
Hugs pink
Pink beam stream lights through trees

Pando stems roots shoots pink
Forest rising abiding

Pando sends bends forest
Pink river light pink root light abides
Stems hem holly branches holy

Pando forest boreal ben rhizome rain pando rain hugs bugs crickets
Grasshoppers from Asia
Pando forest more sorcery holy holly

Pink light pink rivers aside abide
Sure stems
Sister stems
Rivers rivers rain rain

Pando rain shines pink ben Adam
Participates in forests

Book-Library Continues Without Continuity

Book-Library continues without continuity several library lights several     Several Book-Library continues confound contralight and contradiction light always a library     Light dispels light spell library juggler

Book-Library juggles contradictions and library lights several burlesque dancers, dance hall girls, centerfold models and pin-ups Book look library bricoleur blatantly pornographic images from girly magazines with topography (pornography and horror belong to the Book-Library. They belong as much as scripture and the mystical experience. I fear writing the erotic and pornographic, and I fear my body – body nude, body decaying, body bloody and trauma – and that’s enough for these subjects to belong to the Book-Library. Where my fear is, there is my task.)

Book-Library archives and loves blatantly pornographic images from girly magazines (Exclusive: an interview with the red madame who controls communist sex! The naked nympho who sold out nazis!) Book-Library catalogues girly magazine typography: typography topography Taryn trochee library Taryn trochee hard taps erotic hard writing typography

Book-Library etches Library Library loop looping Library eternal spiral

I fear my body in any incarnation and manifestation and the carnal continually encroaches on me. My body limbs long extremity, extreme gangly grotesque. My body limbs digs long duration, stretching through desert and desert all airplane crashes. Desert exiles my body sudden horror – not the horror of the landscape but the horror of my body itself. Earth bile exiles my body underneath and my body mutates ugly – ugly nude and ugly beaten by desert gods bloody, and my body becomes a point in the bonfires. Bonfires point to my body starving forty days in the wilderness, and wild circles apotropaic circles / serpent salt spirals.

There is a giant skeleton guy at the library that they just decorate instead of trying to take him down, says Asia. My daughter is obsessed with him and every time we go to the library, she wants to sneak up on him. They were having a contest to name the skeleton and I asked her what she wanted to name him, and she responded with “Pasta.”

I have no fear or making changes, destroying the image, because the Book has a life of its own Library life Body its own

Making changes Making change breezy body – betrayed change betrayal Make changes chance chance library transformations Library transforms destroy the image – destroy the body and fear of the body and transform skeleton (To take him home down Ben is a giant skeleton and every that she sneaks up on him And very time that library we go to sneak up on him)

Making changes Library Body and Book skull hull hall speak down girly magazine corridors (I love the phrase skull salts, says Asia. I don’t know why that’s what my brain grabbed onto. I want to scrub out the inside of my skull with salt, she says.) Book betrays Book skeleton crater off salts Book betrays my body destroying the image destroyed image Destroyed image destroyed the image chance chance salts

Book-Library salt skeleton sketch salt sky. Salt skeleton hell skeleton sow really smoked spite salt. Salt clusters bone pasta at the library that she wants to name them. Salt library crowds change language and living language and language magazine home (The incredible voyage of a train load of lovely young girls… Benjamin’s Lust Train plus A clean approach to sensuality Bath-House Girls). Book-Library twists salt and salt skeleton and salt skull, and Skull-Library gifts alto dry tenor skull sail. Ale fair fair a door skull and salt I did my do it din. Sun din dome fob salt flesh. I’m hero salt lorry end skull also feel skull lit skull sylph light skull petit. Skull bites alto salt. Book-Library salts skeleton a giant skeleton and every that she him responded pasta salt.

Book-Library continues without continuity several library lights several Library descends light pure play pornographies – pornographic plane of immanence platonism – you pause porneia park dark Parks dark desert dime novel (Blonde beauty – doomed to be of the walking dead! I Walked With A Zombie See this strange and startling story of a woman to whom it will happen!) Dark dark porno nova novella / dismembered women giving bread

(I care the phrase whisk dandy. I don’t know why that’s what my brain grabbed orgy. I moots to scrub out the inside of my whisk with moots.)

(There is a giant skeleton rub at the library that they just marinade entrees of trying take home down. Everyone is encircles with him and every time my go to the library, she wants to speak up on him. They one letting a fishing to bare the skeleton and I acrid everyone what she wanted to bare him and she responded with “Pasta.”)

How do I get rid of the glue? How do I work with long scale and long duration while keeping it “coherent”? “Continuous”? Antithetical to getting rid of the glue. Stuck to the glue. Glue becomes habit. Too concerned with coherence and continuity – while simultaneously too concerned with transforming the material and not letting the language be and breathe. No hurry to transform – transformation must happen more gradually – “The journey from holy Saturday to resurrection Sunday must be taken exceedingly slow.” Work at the steady repetition and slow transformation – gradual transformations – let the language breathe – Be – Book. Here I begin getting rid of the glue, not the necessity of connecting sounds together to make continuity but to get rid of the glue so that sounds would be themselves. To stretch out my skeleton and let it linger, let it saunter through the library. I salt my skeleton and walk through the library in my sundress. How do I get rid of the glue? Erased Rauschenberg drawing. Park dark desert dime novels and I drown in dime novels. I park the drowned world – the burning world – the crystal world. Get rid of the glue between worlds. Slowly erase and continue to work sounds around Book-Library. How do I get rid of the glue? How do I work the long scale and long duration?

Book-Library continues without continuity several library lights several

I love the phrase skull salts. Bolt skull robots Möbius strip, skull belongs Klein bottle. Bolt skull era of the lid Sonny Rollins Wine Jackie McLean. I love the phrase skull salts. I don’t know why that’s what my brain grabbed onto. I want to scrub out the inside of my skull with salt. Salt skeleton and erased skeleton and skeleton liturgy.

Getting rid of the glue. Make space for the burlesque dancers, dance hall girls, centerfold models, and pin-ups. Leave space and sound for my own body and the perceived horrors of my own body. Getting rid of the glue to allow the pornography and porneia and my body fluid in gender and grammar and holy ghost. I grapple with glue and holy ghost and to get rid of the glue is to get rid of the gods who impose hierarchies and towers. My skull spreads salt and continuity confounds. Continuity confronts strange salt and skeleton holy ghost face-to-face. Continuity drills concrete cove incomplete cave or corpus christi carol. I call the carol continuity-discontinuity. Here, I begin to get rid of the glue.

Get rid of the glue gradual transformations Gradual making changes – betraying change and betraying the glue – betraying the Book and the God.

Get rid of the glue dis/continuous Book. Library several lights salt scrubs my skull Asia and KRYSXTRYN

Here I Begin Getting Rid Of The Glue

Here I begin getting rid of the glue: not the necessity to stick sounds together to make continuity but to get rid of the glue so that sounds would be themselves     Sound themselves words themselves     Phonemes – morphemes – word themselves library shelf

Library itself as self sounds library. I have in my library a very curious work: Levayer’s letters. I recall having read there of a good anchorite who bragged of having been to the ends of the earth, and of having been obligated to stoop his shoulders because the union of the sky and of the earth at this extremity. Library itself sounds without glue – not a discontinuity but a different kind of continuity

Continuity confounds continuity confronts strange street face-to-face (Christina face-to-face flies witch’s ointment to letter library and alphabet library. I confront the library dis/continuous and this dis/continuity – getting rid of the glue confounds.)

Continuity trills concrete deep cove incomplete cave or corpus christi carol / dis/continuity

Library confronts itself sounds themselves continuity-discontinuity and the library And of library very who good my there And of very my there library – curious library and offset letters My three having sky extremity letters his read: ready extreme letters and excess latters library of babel

The Book is a library, you know. Well you know, the Book is library. The Book contains the library – all libraries. (You’ve read all those books? No, only one, but I read it very well.) Well you know, the Book builds libraries and constructs library, and this infinite library might as well be god (It is not indispensable to read a book. It’s enough to touch it and by a mysterious fluid, you absorb it.) You know, the Book is a library and an impossibly deep well and it contains enough water to fulfill the thirst of five husbands.

Getting rid of the glue: I have no fear of making changes, destroying the image, because the painting has a life of its own Get rid of the glue – destroy the image – don’t be too precious – the Book continues its construction regardless It has a life of its own and I’m the vessel through which is passes through

Making changes – betrayal changes betrayal make changes – change change charges betrayal Betray to glue: I recall having read the Earth and of a good anchorite who bragged of a good anchorite who bragged of the earth Changes make changes no fear (I form curious work: Levayer’s letters. I recall having read there of I meal arccosine who bragged of having been to the ends of the earth and having been obliged to snoot his smoothest, believe of the ariel of the sky and of the earth at this extremity.)

Getting rid of the glue no fear fang change forceps Change destroying the change but the library remains Library remains Book revives – revive charge changes dis/continuity Different continuity dis/continuous space space gap glue space

I love little analog [things] left behind like that, says Asia. Library stamps, postcards, and letters tucked away in books or stashed in pockets of clothes in thrift stores, she says.

I leave behind the Book getting rid of the glue and I leave little Books, each birthing a library. Book betrays Book getting rid of the glue, and Book has no fear of making changes because it has a life of its own. Book gets rid of the glue and collects ephemera: analog anarchy and analog horror and library ghosts. Every Book and every library contains ghosts: all Books and libraries lost haunted. I leave behind the Book glue without glue Book itself without Book and Book destroys the image.

Book destroys stashed in books or stashed in books or stashed in books or stamps Book gets rid of the glue receipts, tickets, tickets, tickets, tickets of clothes in books, or stamps Book have no fear but collects (I love little archangels [images] left behind like that. Library slangy, receipts, gadgets, grocery temp, post boonies, and ripsaw tucked axis in bout or snare in pockets of clothes in thrift stores.)

Here I begin getting rid of the glue Not necessary to stick sounds together to make continuity but to get and of the glue so that sounds world be themselves earth

Book itself – Library itself – Earth itself (This fact reminds us the tale which Levayer recounts in his letters. It appears that an anchorite, probably a relative of the Desert Fathers of the East, boasted of having been as far as the end of the world, and having been obligated to stoop his shoulders, on account of joining the sky and the earth in that distant place.) Book itself – Library itself – Earth itself

I write god Book-Library I write god Book KRYSXTRYN + Asia With Word Asia With Word like books or away letters cards stores in that of tucked lists I work very wide vav and I work radical Book vertical library I work this is east of the fact appears boasted having sky and word has a life of its own no fear I work KRYSXTRYN void and Asia Weevil Word / Word sky remains that of been and us ah having obliged the anchorite KRYSXTRYN book been to earth stooped in tale and far as her

Getting rid of the glue: have no fear making changes Having no fear stooping down at the extremity of sky and earth Alive Book – Library always curious letters

Get rid of the glove glue. Get rid of myself of myself. God I pray you rid me of god. Hey tore rid and of if of the flue glue flow give it equally with you. Get rid of her here there word word. Word stone word vav human stone word. Word wood word wrapword work glory of God. That’s why Eckhart can controversially say get rid rid I of.

Get rid of glue Glue flue flue flow glue for her get flue and glue holes hey glue Get and as ask hope glue golf hole and her glue hole Most holes here and holes bolts and her for there built Ben at hole and hole how glue

Change destroying the change (destroyed the image Destroy the image destroyed image / change chant change cantillation)

Here I begin by getting rid of the glue

I Write God Notebooks

I write god notebooks     I write god notebooks KRYSXTRYN + Asia With Weevils     Notebooks prophesy weak language / wild wide powerful languages     I work very wide vav and I work radical vertical notebook visions   (visions fairy dust doll parts desert)

(My wife borrowed my notebook and wrote in big block letters: He is more sure of himself than God)

I point to partial gods and gods divisionism. I layer blocks of colors next to each other: colors luminescence and synthetically brilliant. I juxtapose blocks of color bioluminescence and living colors. I point to demiurge mistaken for demogorgons and these greens and yellows mimic a jealous god. I point to this god hammered into my spiral column and my spinal column bursts into earth and sky colors.

Sky pelican pointillist earth interior helical immanent pointillism

Sky skips skies human skin Sky skips strips human skin end flayed fires

I write god notebooks Notebooks knot notebooks block letter Book multiplied Book notebook knot gnat notebook gnosis / I knot now new knot notebook bodies without organs notebook knots nameless city of the accursed / notebook horror and foreign gods

Maybe when you are feeling low, says Asia, you can write in your notebook but take up lots of space with fewer words – make them big or put lots of gaps – play with space.

This statement by Asia makes me recall a conversation with Violet: I edited it today, I say, but I feel its sort of representative of a direction I’m heading to – like push the language farther into constellations and clusters, so I wanted feedback on that seed direction, I say. Yeah, that’s the first thing I noticed with this one, says Violet. To be honest, I think you’re becoming limited with the medium you chose. Like just one string of words in a standard typeset and seize weight. I think you can capture it a lot more resoundingly if you expanded the medium a bit. Maybe adding variable weigh to start. […] Weight is boldness. So like light, semi-light, roman / book / normal, semibold, bold, semiheavy, heavy, black. But size would be interesting too, says Violet. Let me meditate on it, I say. I think that’s a good idea although I’m tempted to try to push the limited constraints to their limits first. As far as I can go. Yeah, I agree, says Violet.

From what I can tell, I can’t easily change font weight in my current word processor, but I can experiment with bold, italics, size, space – although transferring those aspects to my blog will be another obstacle – one worth problem-solving though.

Notebook knots notebook large space Space Space with fewer words make this BIG Put lots of space with Space with spacewith spacethe fewer words Make up lots of gaps notebooks

I know now new play with fewer words Play with fewer words make up lot of space Lot of space wide vav vowel vav lot of space illuminations Take lots of space with fewer words (Fewer words Asia fewer words Violet but with weight) I weigh space gap and fewer space width

I point to space this is where time becomes space Time space points to holes and gaps displace time-space Mostly holes melt slake hell cell snakes (I snake towards notebook hole and whole, the very void amen) Shake hole cell shakes praise: I praise space flux in fires Gaps and weight flux body hole body void sensitive to initial conditions

Where I begin: here I begin getting rid of the glue. Glue makes up the gaps (play with spaceith spacewith space with spaceace spaceith fewer words make up lots of space with fewer words space weight). Where I begin: the hole and chasm in the god notebooks, and words widen the gap wild. Words give gap wild blue horses and fish magic. I begin in the shaking cells cell hole gap and gap hole: wholly of the notebook without gods.

Where I begin: getting rid of the glue (Rid glue everything is glue Blue glue hole space Maybe when you are feeling low you can grade is your notebook, but take up lots of space with fewer hapax – make knot big or red with lots of yous – play with space Everything is glue and get rid of the glue)

Here, I begin getting rid of the glue not the necessity to sticks sound together to make continuity but to get rid of the glue so that sounds can be themselves Sounds themselves words themselves Phonemes themselves morphine themselves notebooks

(Lots of gaps play wth spacewith fewer words Make up lots of space getting rid of the glue)

Sounds themselves sounds used give / getting rid of the glue Sounds notebook knots tree tag Taryn and knot Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil Tree of Knowledge makes holes and gets rid of the glue notebooks Notebook improvises gnosis tenor body tangent to my body I tenor textbook bodies and body improvisation: I improvise rhizomatic night notebook

Sounds themselves sound themselves Word itself selves itself word (All my recipes are scattered over several notebooks and index cards and most of the time one recipe is divided over several pieces of paper or I only write down part of it, says Asia.)

Sounds themselves and I believe in my notebooks: multiple holes and gaps without glue Sounds by themselves divided divides: of paper or I only write down part of it Sounds themselves I tenor notebooks bodies and body improvisation themselves sounds

Sounds themselves divided over several pieces of paper or I only write down part of the time Down sound themselves red glue Weight speak without glue

All my recipes are scattered over several notebooks. This recipe for getting rid of the glue. Glue and hole leads me to dead end. Dead end? Endling. Continuous dead end – one sound leading to the next, sound end in transition – dead end. End dead I cut my arms off I cut my arms off. Dead end. How to end the letter? How to end the notebook or god pointing to the gap hole-space? The alphabet cuts endless letters / alphabets / words into the gap no direction. Should there be a direction? Both directions at once. Multidirectional. Should there be a direction? Direct into the gap or hole or notebook. Dead end. Dead end. Immediate or initiate. No question. No question all glue all wholes and not holes. How to extend any particular direction? Break on thought to the other side (of the page, of the gap, of the weight, of the space). Jump into the holes and chasms and gaps. Jump. Get rid of the glue and jump between – between dead end and dead end, between notebook and notebook. Interrogate the holes and different papers and index cards. Interrogate space and large letters and weights. I weigh the question – extension dead end extension. Any decision in the gap but undecidable. Live in the gap and space of notebooks and Tree of Knowledge this is where time becomes space. I meditate space and gap and gap word. Space space with space large words. Jump into the question. What does this harmony have in common with harmony? What does this melody have in common with this melody? Gap. Space. Weight. The question is in common. Break through the dead end of the page. Get rid of the glue. Dead end. Let rid of the glue, sound themselves and gaps themselves – jump into the space. Dive into the weight. Dive dive dive with me. Strange gap weird weight. Dead end window weight. To repel ghosts – to get rid of the glue.

I write god notebooks I write god notebooks KRYSXTRYN + Asia With Weevils I write god make one over time One over time it when down big fewer and cards (Down space card gap) Cards space words my them with write KRYSXTRYN (Asia with write or lots put scattered you of index)

I write god notebooks KRYSXTRYN + Asia Rhizome – what was the question – question of holes and direction Notebooks hole notebooks multiplied Book Notebook hole gap notebook gnosis Hole Tree of Knowledge and Good and Evil notebook KRYSXTRYN + Asia Wild Word I prophesy the index card jump into gap space

Each Line Equals Its Own Hole

Line loom lure equals its hole whole     Line loom lunar its own complexity / holes made by motion

Changing line – unchanging line

Line loots line liminal hole threshold Each line equals its own completion / each line equals its own complexity

Line looms lure lure loop loop Loop holes only made by motion / wholes only made by motion

The whole vowel intones holes in my body. My body in holes vowels these vowels and sounds punch holes in my body leaving me naked. I feel sad. I feel melancholy. (To acknowledge FEELING without any redactions). I feel sad. I do not know. I do not. This feeling. Sad embedded in my body – sad embarrassed. Sad embarrasses. Sad embarrasses cursed candlelight earth. I watch The Sandlot and I kiss city ball melancholy. Milk of magnesia melancholy magnetism. I watch The Sandlot and one reads Ulysses and Gravity’s Rainbow (these midwives emanate nonsense and in nonsense, gnosis. I accept nonsense but not my sadness and melancholy. I accept my nonsense too contains midwife melancholy, and it births sad gnosis. Gnosis searches my body: gnosis searches my body holes wholly trash layer. The PKD trash layer and science fiction schlock – my sadness and melancholy – burst through the speculative fiction clouds and reveals Zebra and the number of the beast emblazoned on Richard Nixon’s name. 666 and 616 selects my sadness as a conduit and I speak sad beasts and valley of the shadow of death. The Soviet Union conceals my body with satellite rays which cause hypertensive crises. Satellite rays punch my body full of visible and invisible holes and the vowels ooze out black bile melancholy. I always exist in crises. I exist in that anxious claustrophobic space that splits my skull in halves and each half crumbles into holes.

I feel sad and melancholy and I let the melancholy fill the holes and orifices in my skull. Melancholy fills my skeleton like Wolverine adamantium. Melancholy fills the space in my skull and I regenerate skulls and I regenerate livers toxic tongues licking holes in unsettled bodies. I keep finding my bodies in old soil soylent green deck sealant. I allow my absurdity space and I allow the nonsense to produce melancholy, and my sadness persists heavy metals in my bloodstream. Sadness eats my thoughts and I try to outrun the sadness like The Sandlot / baseball diamonds. I cast lots for Christ’s clothes in center field.

I try to remember human voices in my melancholy. Voices orbit the moon carried by aether – when under ether. I swim with parrotfish and I parrot Metal Gear and Metal Gear adheres to my skull half rain forests. I parrot metal melancholy punching bodies time card holes. Melancholy rains nonsense dollar dollar bills ya’ll. Rain nonsense many amens (Sometimes I only speak in song lyrics. Sometimes I can only speak in other texts. The bluest eyes in Texas are haunting me tonight.)

I feel minimal melancholy and minimal melancholic music, sand sad melodies voice moon rays and satellite rays – holes in the aether. I submerge beneath the ocean to the hole at the bottom of the sea. I submerge beneath ocean pulses sad satellite pulses pulse ocean continual melancholic circulation. This is why events unnerve me – they find it all a different story – Notice whom for wheels are turning – turn again and turn towards this time.

I feel foolish and nonsense and I feel sad. I feel melancholy and I do not know. My sad nonsense leads to immanent eschatology and I appear in this picture of the apocalypse / my face surfaces in the star Wormwood. I feel foolish in time and out of time (Time out of mind. Melancholic mind. Mind dematerializing and only holes remain.)

Each line equals its own hole and holes hint at an unknown complexity Holes hint space loom line lines what line (What line? This line. This line cut halves by holes. What line? Line threaded through loom melancholy lunar forces. Celestial spheres / speak melancholy and lines point holes spread my brain across space holes.)

Holes only made by motion wholes only made by motion Holes hatch marginal marriage of heaven and hell holes Holes lines happenings drop art marriage of heaven and hell – hell holes chase slack paces paw and rope

I line my skull with holes holes nonlinear loom loon (What line? Line liminal linea loupe loop loop line. What line? I line my skull space holes whole open sores gore space. Where and what line? Line questions the whole and its what happens line my skulls.)

I like the line “I knock threshold no door but gnosis”, says Asia. And I like the lines “Asia prophesies fuck syntax and they hand sew syntax into my exoskeleton.”

I like the line mostly holes Line mostly holes melt shake hell cell snakes Hole shake cell snakes fuck syntax Syntax lines “Asia prophesies fuck syntax and sews syntax and sews syntax and the lines Shake cell lines slaked praise in flux of fire / construct clouds fleshing balances

(I like the care “I knock threshold no seek but gnosis” and I like the tower “Area prophesies fuck cycler and then busy sews cycler into my skeleton.”)

Holes cycle cycle syntax lines holes gnosis exoskeleton like I into prophesies Asia the fuck threshold and knock sews but I no I. My and I door syntax

Each line equals its own hole / wholes only made by motion

Each Line Its Own Completion

Each line equals its own completion and every next line its consequence

I paint the abstract line and the melodic line, and the line bifurcates and proliferates. I paint the line as the sprawl. Sprawl continues lines in space of lines jumping sprawls octave displacements. Octaves jump line yet continuous, and the counterpoint (point pull-apart point and point part planet points) collects and connects the line. Line always equals lines.

Each line equals its own completion but don’t bother with transitions Don’t bother the honeybees (Sometimes I stumble through bramble bumbling clumsy wine glasses / I clang klang rode bushes and thorny math)

Don’t bother with transitions but continue making the complete line / continue making myth Make myth performance and oral tradition and oral torah

Line transitions purely making and assembly and constructing

Line purely makes myth assemblies and myth constructions and myth counterpoint

Each line equals equals line melody This is the place Place this is the place don’t transition but X marks the spot X improvises unknown and unknowable divine (I wear a polka dot suit and play button accordion)

Each line equals its own completion – each line equals its own construction – each line equals its own cargo

Line loom lure lure loop loop loop Line holes only nude by motion / wholes only made by motion (My general philosophy recently has been more in line with “fuck it we ball,” says Asia.)

Line elongates the line recent pointillism. Recently pointillism breaks up the voices point ball neighborhood primary point. Recently pointillism divides my body positioned at the point and points in line both exist and do not exist linearly. The general point-line plays philosophy and ball jumps from point to point filling in the line.

Black painting points / pigment pointillism desert divisionism

Point partitions post-impressionism ink points eye iris iridium


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Each line descends into dark and luminous dark

Taryn thunders voice upon the might waters wade wide waters / wide wild word Taryn thunders the line ascending and descending waters / waters dive and surface the line completely consequence Taryn upon might waters voices vav voice and vav bone vision (her might waters vav voice upon waters word wild awake or other awake line-point thunders awake on other awake fuck it we ball)

Her might waters vav voice upon waters word line-point point cusp awake Awake I wild her armies earthquakes

I descend did/continuous line and points pour into dark – dark on dark sparks – superluminary black on superluminary black flint-dark space descending lines Upon lines I voice vav voluptuous night and night pikes upward ice pick porous into my skull (My skull voices vav voluptuous with wide fractures and increasing intercranial pressure)

I voice vav voluptuous night and point-line voices descend velvet voluptuous rivers night voices Vav vowel host black sound modal: I voice modal modes YHVH makes lebanon skip like a calf

I descend lines my skull split point-vowels (Pumpkinhead cruel, devious, pure as venom. All hell’s broken loose.)

My skull descends fuck it we ball blood and blood voices black water (Meet the Maniac and his friends. Together they make the greatest team in the history of mass slaughter in… Eaten Alive)

Each line descends into dark and superluminary dark
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Each line equals its own completion and every line has been more in line with fuck it we ball

(An anchorite, probably a relative of the Desert Fathers of the East, boasted of having been as far as the end of the world and have been obliged to stoop with his shoulders, on the account of the joining of the sky and the earth in that distant place)

This is the place. Don’t bother with transitions. This is the distant place. X marks unknown as the unknown and the distant place. My general tragically recently has hair note in line with wind. It we ball: my general philosophy recently has moon more in line with “fuck it we ball.” The general philosophy touches X, the unknown distant place.

Each line equals its own completion and every next line is its consequence

Break Through The Materials

Word hard movement words material action     Word hard movements acts words world action: I act word language acts

Word hard movement nudge nurse noiseless patient spider (Contradiction plays noiseless noise and noisy noiseless. Noise simplifies and amplifies my body. Noise simplifies noise pure noise noiseless liturgy – simplified liturgy without limits limitless liturgy noise – noiseless coastlines – coastal fractal noise. Contradiction moves hard human body and I act body noise/less. I act body noise noiseless liturgy and liturgy lifts noise through hard movement. Noise moves hard between noiseless spiders – web words and wide web words.)

Words hard movement of words material action

Words breakthrough controlled paranoia Break break uncontrolled paranoia saw you clearer in my rearview mirror Break through material action polish requiem (requiem requiem sharks)

I continue to breakthrough break noise/less word actions (Twelve pagan astrologers immediately interpret the stars. Book of Oracles prophecies in rhyming couplets.)

Breakthrough material action word and re/arrange dialogue-dialectics Material action breakthroughs and I attempt to exhaust the excess of my conversations with Asia – I arrange rearrange reorchestrate (I enjoy poems, says Asia. A lot of poetry has to do with disintegrating language, taking it apart, putting it back together, using it in unique ways, and in ways that help people make new connections or see things differently. That doesn’t mean I always get it first try, says Asia.) Hard movement of words apart putting language, taking it apart, putting language, taking it back together Hard movement material action sounds noise/less, using it the first trys to do with disintegrating languages

Not difficult or obscure for the sake of being difficult or obscure, but for the disintegration-pull language to breakthrough controlled break through controlled free anarchy language and strange communal language Language-anarchy moves hard-soft mystic actions (The caption that accompanies Flammarion’s book reads: A missionary of the middle ages tells he had found the point where the sky and earth touch…) Breakthrough controlled language and language disintegrates into play / unknown language

Material action words points-quiet sounds with household objects, I rub the microphone directly and overload the recording levels. I make material action for two microphones and language pulls apart noise to noise (language, taking it the first trys to do with “disintegrating” language – taking it the try-hat doesn’t mean that help people make – mean that new connections of see things differently).

Breakthrough materials action environmental noise environmental percussion

Sometimes you have to dive in several times before you really start to get at it, says Asia. I like to use Israel Reed’s “Beware Don’t Read This Poem” as an example because not only did I wrestle with it (hell, I had to go read analysis of the poem just to understand it), I had to teach it to one hundred some odd teenagers who are way worse at swimming than I am. And they didn’t react well at first, says Asia.

Hard movement noise floor stovetop table lamp folding chair (I move from poem to poem spaced salt shaker in sort unsorted. I move from poem to poem hell. Hell I was they didn’t read this poem just to teach it hell. Hell I have to wrestle with it to it at swimming that I am. I move from poem to poem and this poem as an example. I shake word hard movement in sort unsorted.) Word space shaped shaker bare shoulders only made by motion

Breakthrough that he had found the point where the sky and earth touch

Hard movement move word poem to poem uncontrolled anarchy (move more let more space for the unknown more more touch point sky-earth and earth-space)

Point Point pull-apart bash language: ben salton sea dead sea disintegrate Point more to point (teach it hell had this poem just to teach it hell I had the poem point pull poem movement) Point planet part planet point Point pick electron language Milton Babbitt time-point dyads Language disintegrates dyad desert post-partitions

Prophesy The Most Carnal Body

Don’t bother with transitions – no embarrassment.  No embarrassment, not even for Noah who laid drunk naked.  He should have cursed the sons that covered him and not the son of Ham.  Don’t bother with cringe or embarrassment but prophesy the most naked and carnal bodies.

I prophesy my naked body and my naked body shames and embarrasses. My naked body embarrasses but this embarrassment and nudity does not exist separate from this Ben – Total Ben and All Ben and Complete Ben. I prophesy my exposed insecurities and anxieties and my bipolar depression and hypomania. I prophesy myself without transitions and without cringe.

Don’t bother with cringe or embarrassment but prophesy the most naked and carnal bodies (Body transition transition bridal chamber The chamber of my body resembles single-action revolver curtains No embarrassment my body is my body and I am my body total)

Do you ever wonder am I real? I ask Asia. Do I exist? Where am I? I do not exist. I should be vanishing at any moment. I am vapor. I am hevel, I say. Like that you aren’t specifically real or that none of us are real? says Asia. Me, I’m not real, I say. Like I’m not the me that’s me. I look in the mirror and I don’t look real. It looks like someone else’s face even though I recognize logically it’s my face but it feels disconnected. Like I’m too aware of my own thoughts and my consciousness is aware of my consciousness and I don’t feel real in my consciousness. I think you’re probably real. Your love for me feels real. Your Pando wavelength feels real, I say. If you can experience something as real then doesn’t that make you real? says Asia. Well, I’m real but I’m not Ben. Sometimes, I mean. I felt that last night. Like my consciousness doesn’t belong to this body or my body feels surreal or not quite real, I say. Your brain is making a stranger out of you because it wants to escape the distress, says Asia. “If that’s not me, I can’t feel it” kind of thing. I’ve experienced that feeling before. Back when I was really depressed and anxious, I would look in the mirror and feel like I was a dead person. Like it wasn’t me, says Asia. Yes, this is it, I say. I have been feeling it more lately. I feel like I’m becoming too hyperconscious and I feel disconnected a lot. Be gentle with yourself, says Asia. You’re still alive, I promise you. I was still alive. You aren’t seeing dead eyes – just very tired eyes, she says. Do you think you still unconditionally love some essential Ben? I say. It’s all Ben, says Asia. It’s all Ben? I say. So you unconditionally love all Ben which includes unnreal Ben, I say. Yeah, says Asia.

Don’t bother with embarrassment but prophesy the most naked and carnal bodies No embarrassment – my body is my body is mine wholly body total – wholly Ben total No embarrassment or embellishment of body but this is my body given for you

My body shifts practice making landscape landscape flesh and no escape from my flesh but field feminine in my nude nude body shifts practice her tonality (her tonality a hard movement of the word – world words – worlds) Between movement, my nude body martian chaos / tonal taryn topography (God doesn’t embarrass me nor Taryn but my own feelings, anxieties, and insecurities embarrass me. I don’t bother with transitions but it’s all Ben – Ben Kindred and Pando and Prophet)


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My body shifts no transition transition body embarrassment

My body transitions Yod Hay Vav Hay hastes dream and terrors in various arrays desert developing variation Desert developing variations arrays strange disconnected am recognize I’m out a I logically Desert descends Yod Hay Vav Hay a stranger out of us aren’t ben – it’s all ben? -- you aren’t me, I can – experience somethink yourself your Pando – desert developing variation

Yod Hay Vav Hay bands my embarrassing body without organs happenings (I happen rhizomic right her nude arrays and naked armies – I prophesy naked armies my body entirely nude – ben nude descending door a staircase)

Taryn nudes voice upon the mighty waters nude wide waters / wide wild word…

My body shifts no transition or transition body embarrassment
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Don’t bother transitions or turnarounds but drone one blues

I drone one blues. Blues love for me feels surreal in you. I drone one blues in that you can’t seeing dead person and I drone like I’m really aren’t real. One blues drone still alive and I was real but feels distress. I was real in that naked any movement – any moment drone and drone blue blues one and no turnaround. I was real in any moment I am vapor. I am I. Drone one blues I am I. Where I am real is in the disconnectedness. I am not disconnected and my face ever wonders hevel.

Don’t bother with transitions or turn-a-rounds but drone one blues blues blues bo diddly beat Don’t bother but dance rhythms and do not let the rhythms embarrass Sustain my body in blues drone forever