Rip Open Scripture Anew

Don’t bother with transitions – Mount Tabor transfigures instantaneous ugly     No interval or duration but present-absent instant

Don’t bother with transitions-jump juggernaut blue knot arpeggios ascending and descending tricky hopscotch scorched earth

Don’t bother but bother (butter automobiles railroad track margarine)     Don’t bother with transitions but transition blue blue-grey transformations     (don’t transition to god   don’t bother with god transliterations   names do not transition but transform)

Don’t bother with transitions but find an eclectic-yet-cohesive approach to prophecy-making and Book-making.  Approach Book-making in eclectic explosions and experimental excess, and the repetition and refrains – not transitions – stack raw materials (letters, names, grammars, texts).  Texts against texts transform counterpoint big Book clusters.  I cleave to clusters different names of god / different names of woman-women


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Don’t bother with transitions but descend into repeated darkness and darkness as refrain

That day – let there be darkness – an undoing of the primal evocation of Genesis light – let darkness and deep darkness redeem it

That day – day during night and day dogstar night     That day-day domain of night as I mine day-night copper dark (I mine her midnight sterling silver dark and nocturne)

Danger of night hums desert high-tension transformer wire and I dig up word times California condors (I know that the night is not the same as the day: that all things are different, that the things of the night cannot be expressed in the day because they do not then exist, and the night can be a dreadful time for the lonely once their loneliness has started…)     I know night and I live night     I live it must always be night otherwise they wouldn’t need the lights     I live night now night and only night persists     Night persists permeated pink beam and madvillainy     Night persists desert lake body bilocation and I descend into lake bodies no transition

Night persists don’t bother with transitions but know dangers transformation
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Don’t bother with transitions but Book script ripped body building (Transformation rips open scripture anew and creates apophatic chaos.  I do not know who does the creating and sometimes I despair in my creating but creating continues regardless.)

I wonder if my creative works are making any difference, I say to Asia.  Is it better that I don’t create at all or if I don’t exist?  Does it make a difference either way?  I think you and me have a very different idea on the purpose of creating, says Asia.  You seem to think if you aren’t the next great American writer, it’s worthless, while I see the value in the creative process on its own.  It’s a part of the human experience that helps us connect more deeply with ourselves and others, she says.  I mean the world is ending and my work isn’t stopping that so what’s the point? I say.  It’s not about the great American writer – it’s about everything going to shit and nothing I can do is stopping that… I feel you’re misinterpreting my ideas of creating.  I don’t understand the point of connecting more deeply with myself in the creative process if everything else is being destroyed, I say.  How are you supposed to engage with community and repair in a meaningful way if you are still deeply afraid of parts of your self? says Asia.  The world is always ending.  Do you think all humans across all time periods should have just given up?  Maybe the global warming bit is pretty new, but we’ve had many man-made natural disasters before – like the Dust Bowl – and there have been plenty of fascist takeovers before, she says.  Yeah, I know you’re right,  I say.  I just feel these sudden sweep of emotions overwhelm and I was working on writing, and I thought, What is the fucking point of all this?  I feel so disconnected from this.  I feel powerless in a sense, I say.  I don’t see how you are more powerless than other people, says Asia.  I feel like humanity right now is powerless,  I say.  Like the people who aren’t billionaires.  Like we can’t make a difference as a whole.  So it sounds like some have power and others don’t know they have any, says Asia.  There’s this folk song called The People United Will Never Be Defeated, I say.  I know it because Frederick Rzewski probably wrote the greatest piano variations of the 20th century based on the song.  Your comment made me think that the people united will never be defeated.  But it’s hard to unite them… I feel small.  My writing does transform me – and it transforms you.  It changes our relationship.  I know I matter to you and my creativity matters to you.  Is it a silly question to ask if that’s good enough reason to keep creating?  Yes [it is good enough to keep creating], says Asia.

Don’t bother transitions but create connections connect book hex hell labyrinths     Don’t bother with transitions but connect stretch music sex the people united will never be defeated

Don’t bother with god transmitter ratios or alliterations or assonances but prophesy all-architect any-variations headaxe anarchies

Not transitions but sheets of sound transformations   (Transform deeply afraid of big part created but it’s hard unites will never be defeated   Transform I know if that if the global warming the people united will deeply with out communities   Transform deeply writing bit is always ending do you think that helps us connect more like then other people)

I prophesy Book micropolyphony and the people united will never be defeated.  I prophesy Asia Rainforest open micropolyphony and microcode connects shell-far swells open-closed counterpoint.  Shell fan swells open-closed narrow harrowing of hell counterpoint.

I love the aleatoric because it cuts into the new and it doesn’t belong to me.  I love the aleatoric and it combines alchemies and anarchies (anarchy low and it sounds like that the some have just given up).  I love the aleatoric because it reveals the novel divine – woman communities, Ben and Asia anarchic communities, KRYSXTRYN future-past and present-absent prophecies.  The throw of the dice will never abolish chance and aleatoric doesn’t transition but transforms (maybe the global warming the greater with many matter to you and others to engage with ourselves and my creativity matter).

Don’t bother with muscles and my masculinity reflects micropolyphony body horror     Don’t bother my body transforms aleatoric erotic and Christ masturbation (Why bother?  It’s going to hurt me it’s going to kill when you desert me)

Don’t bother with transitions – why bother bride stripped bare by her bachelors even (Don’t bother with language or alphabet but sounds poke skylights through lavender     to through blonde lavender bisexual bipolar propeller pornography)