I see I see seer language
I see I see seer language I seer seer serpent ghost sun sighs / I improvise infinitesimals and ingest infinities
I see I see shift language sit: sit shift swift salt I see multiple salt language sine waves simulate waves short salt
I see and I see a sacred language and a liturgical language. I see an experimental sacred language and languages experimental scripture. Scriptures set through to my languages anew, revived in salt and other spices. I see the language as a liturgical developing variations. Language experiments many scriptures and amassed explorations of the catholic mass.
I see I see seer language Salt shift language intermedia model soft: soft shot shift snow seer language Language shoots sheets of sound snare snap Language snaps hi-hat host (I host harsh host land language)
I see I seer serpent ghosts sun light / I improvise infinitesimal ghosts and ingot ghost infinities
About your question, says Asia. I think that consciousness is material because it’s based in our material world. We use the world around us to understand the world within us, she says. Are you a materialist? I say. I don’t know what that is and I don’t like labels, says Asia. Like every thing that there is to know about the universe is physical / material, I say. There is nothing outside the physical world. I guess so? says Asia. That’s a hard question. We are material, our world we live in and experience is material – except ghosts! says Asia.
I see I seer serpent ghosts sunlight and I improvise with solar ghosts I improvise ghosts ghosts infernal infinite impossible light / sheet and snow in water prophetic time I see sheet and snow ghosts in the gulf water writing
I see and seer prophet time and prophetic time puncture ben body taryn teeth (I taste you much better off teeth taste of white skin on red leather)
I see and I see in the sleep of language I sleep in language sight and seeing clock tower I see and see in sleep and I swim in snow language and I see the liturgical language and I slow salt language improvised snow and ghosts I see ghosts and I prophesy ghosts, and the ghosts gestate a new language / language of secrets
I see and seer serpent sea urchin I seer serpent sea urchin shaman underneath / underneath the sea metal mathematics
I see and I do not see. I see and I do not see but the writing sees. Book sees without me. Book sees without ben adam and Book sees without me. I see and I do not see. I see and I do not see and I experiment I see and do not see. I experiment do not see and I do not see. My seeing swings sea seer (underneath, many sea urchins) but I cannot see. I feel out the salt sea languages without seeing.
I do not see seer serpent sea urchin shaman underneath: underneath sea, the needle meteor mathematics Meteorological mathematics, microscope material underneath he hangs the earth nothing
I do not see and I see nothing I see nothing ghost blue infinitesimals I see nothing ghost sheets of sound sun rhythm I see sun rhythm son of man rhythm ghost / son of man ghost rhythm middle rubber rubble (rubble rhythm ruin: serpent ruin rhythm serpent circular ruins rhythm: cumulative serpent rhythm assembles cloud and articulated cloud) I see sun rhythm son of man serpents
I see and I do not see. I see nothing hooked into nothing and nothing mapped into the interior castle of nothing. I see the nothing knot into the assembled cloud and the articulated cloud. Cloud clots into cloud the knot of mere vapor, the hevel nothing. Nothing knits a serpent sheet sheets of sound nothing but molted skin. I see and do not see.
I think a lot of Bible studies that I did led me leaving the church and leaving Christianity, says Asia. Especially the studies I did on hell. I used to do very in depth Bible studies. I was pretty obsessed about it. What struck me was that the Bible was not consistent or specific about hell. I dealt with too many Biblical fundamentalists and I just got tired of constantly trying to use their interpretation of the Bible to argue for basic human rights. Studying Satan and the devil in the Bible also led to my decline, says Asia. You know how you told me stories change the world? I say. I think the Bible is a story that has changed the world par excellence, I say. It has definitely changed the world, says Asia. I don’t think people should really look for god in a book or the sky. We should look for god in others: we should look for god in other people and in the world around us. If Jesus really is the culmination of all god wanted then god wanted to be human, says Asia. Yes! I say. The story can lead to the gods though, I say. What I said was heresy, says Asia. Heresy is good. Is it? Yes, Jesus was a heretic, I say. Do you believe that knowledge can be evil? says Asia. Knowledge in itself? No, I say. In some gnostic myths, the Tree of Knowledge of Good Evil opened Adam and Eve’s eyes to gnosis and spiritual awakening, I say. I never quite understood why in fundamentalist circle, certain knowledge is off limits, says Asia. You were supposed to be afraid of things without even knowing why. I think the most dangerous thing in the world is fear and that fear leads to hatred, says Asia. Yoda says something like that, I say. Yoda can go fuck himself, says Asia. Dang what did Yoda ever do to you? I don’t like Yoda, she says. He isn’t nearly as smart as he wants people to think he is. He was alive for hundreds of years and what did he actually accomplish? Nothing. Just a bunch of emotionally damaged magic boys, says Asia. There was this whole Yoda rant inside of you and I unleashed it, I say. More trouble than what’s he worth, says Asia. Oh, and he’s ugly. Jim Henson has designed way better puppets, says Asia.
I see I see seer language nothing I language nothing the marriage of heaven and hell I see the marriage of heaven and hell and its hell nothing navigated nothing I see hell
I see and I do not see: I do not see hell hacks with without contraries no progression
I do not see but I experiment hell. I experiment hell seen and not seen and this hell seeing serpents. I experiment serpents of hell and without contraries no progression. Progress to the hell I do not see (I read the Bible in its infernal or diabolical sense / one law for lion and ox is oppression). I see hell. I see the devil and hell, and her hell reads a Bible new wine and new wineskins.
I see I see seer serpent ghost serpent sight Ghost serpent sight suns numbers literal seeing devices
I see to and through the spectral hell of languages
I see I see seer serpent ghost serpent sight Ghost serpent sight sums numbers literal looking devices: the positions of sun, moon and stars
I see I see seer ghost prisoner black sea sweep solar wind sea of reeds Reeds rhythm rough locusts / locust rhythm resin unrest rhythm Locust rhythm unrest rest injected molded plastic: plastic black iron prison metal breakers metal beakers bird beak bebop
I see the sinew glue gun skeleton stew story: I see and do not see stories that change the world. I see the stories but I do not see Christina. Christina still surprises me as ghosts: this nothing ghost or this ghost prisoner in my interior of my skull, in the inside corner of my eye socket. Ghosts too tell stories. I see word witch of endor and with my bag of ob, I speak Christina shaman and underneath. I speak Christian Shaman and among sea of reeds and sea urchin. I continue to story-tell Christina and I see Christina and I do not see Christina. I see Christina assembled cloud and articulated cloud. Christina speaks to me the Bible of Hell which the world shall have whether they will it or not.
I see I see seer serpent ghosts sun sight / I sight Christian in nuclear fusion shadows huddle shade I see shade underneath and subterranean I see shade and I work shade as rolled lead or other malleable metals I sculpt metal molten more weld word I work metal: I work with the crater first and I basically work as a dresser drawer
I work dresser drawer: move it around and see what happens on every side
I see I see and do not see I see the dresser drawer work and I see what happens on every side
If it makes you feel better, says Asia, my partner kept asking me where the pull-ups were and my brain wouldn’t give me the word for dresser. Then I finally wrestled the word out of my brain and she’s like “What drawer?” and I was like “PLEASE NO MORE QUESTIONS.” This was right before she tried to get me to explain where the tweezers were, says Asia.
I see I see seer serpentwork carved in dresser drawers I move the text around and see what happens on every side I simmer side ceramics serpent sculpture Serpent sculpts sphinx sphere tunnel / serpent spirits compress spring open sphere Sphere tunnel teeth top hat serpent (enigmatic tubular and frond-shaped organisms sessile frond-shaped phallus cosmopolis)
I see I see and do not see and I see seer language swarm of serpents
It’s Exploration (Part 2)
It’s not filler – it’s exploration
I experiment several excitations I excite experimentations aleph electronics I trap electronic nuclear fission fissure fisher phantoms I fish filler phantoms (it’s not filler – it’s exploration) To create a new ceiling for the new room and the room peels wallpaper noise seductive ant colony acid (Sponge feeds in moisture machine millipedes millions Sponge feeds in moisture, cleans, and torches naked woman’s skin and still remains nature Sponge feeds nature to nature the moist map and experiment of Book and I experiment in my skin a soft stereo or prepared radio) New ceiling seats new room nature departures again naked the opening of my sponge screen body and the calyx fertilizing stamen
I experiment and I include the experiment as research. I research experiment and the experimental Book produces excess heat and helium. Sometimes the experiments move gradually: the experiments shimmer and vary in subtle light, a slow-moving light illuminating a cubist writing, and a ritual writing that revives a mockingbird Gertrude Stein. Experiment, research, and process always interests and I commit to experimenting more body boldly and riding research to spectacular failures.
It’s not filler – it’s exploration I experiment stamen stir up strip naked: chariot-work sex work I sex work shadow-work sheer fabric sultan celluloid (this issue: “Reign of the Space Stripper) I experiment stamen shaman subterranean sex work (SATAN’S PLAYTHING They will take you to heaven and drag you to hell)
It’s not filler – it’s exploration I experiment fire flower fight phantom hammer brothers Phantom hammer ochre missile material unmarked envelope mantra / mantra manta ray gospel of mark I experiment mark gathers gospel of mark sparks: I gather gospel of mark sparks waters I experiment mark waters and I could feel that line, that simplicity I slip smooth simplicity to simplicity (I want to be more flexible where rhythm is concerned. I feel I have to study rhythm some more… I’ve got to keep experimenting.)
I would like to share a conversation I had with Krystal with you on being gender non-conforming, I say to Asia. [Would you be surprised if I was genderqueer? I ask Krystal. What does that mean? she says. Like not conforming to traditional binary of masculine and feminine or feeling feminine at times, and masculine at other times. It’s a pretty big umbrella term for not conforming to a single gender binary, I say. I think that’s what humans were meant to be in the first place, says Krystal. What would you think if I started wearing makeup for example? Would you be surprised or shocked? No, says Krystal. I guess I’m asking you if you’d be surprised if I was genderqueer or didn’t always present as male. You weren’t surprised when I came out as bisexual. Like if you feel it fits who I am, I say. I think it does, says Krystal.] I’m going to slowly explore and see and I may do makeup at some point, I say. Just thought you should know. I’m glad, says Asia. Keep me updated. I think everyone should experiment with gender and their perception of it. I’m glad these labels exist but I think the world would be a better place if we didn’t have such strict categories. Like men should get their nails done if they want or wear bright clothes or wear a skirt, says Asia.
It’s not filler – it’s exploration I want to be more flexible where rhythm is concerned – I’ve got to keep experimenting I experiment rhythm I experiment rhythm Asia Among Rivers riverrun rhizome Riverrun rhythm vision refuse / radius of convergence Rhythm Asia Among Rivers random rules roughhouse sheets of sound Symbolic logic rhythm rockabilly canal blues
I live experiment and I prophesy experiment. I live experiment mothlight and a littoral lamp, a mixing of lights and waters. I live experiment a gender without gender graphomania. I prophesy god without gender and gender ritual god my guts full graphomania experiment lives body light and oceanic body, an abyssal human body, and from abyss, the experimental Book. Book experiments and becomes a living body: body ben adam and son of man.
It’s not filler – it’s exploration I explore rhythm Remainder I experiment rhythm Remainder I explore rhythm reminder I explore rhythm and blues ghost prisoner (I was a prisoner inside your skull) Rhythm and blues replicate ghost prisons prism black iron prison Rhythm and blues replicate repeat genetic block material / RNA reverse transcriptase Blues bruise body rhythm ghost prisons: ghost prisoner black iron prison RNA reverse transcriptase stripteases serpent blues and serpent rhythms (the sultry story of pagan revelries, lonely man and a… NAIVE GIRL)
Blues bruise body rhythm ghost prisoners: ghost host prisoner black iron prison in the pocket packets (I strive towards that line, that simplicity: the solar ray of omnisexual arkestra)
It’s not filler – it’s exploration I rethink rhythm and sigil harmony: harmolodic Book, text rhythm and text harmony making text melodies Text melodies flesh anarchic polyphony: hidden polyphony and ghost polyphony
It’s not filler – it’s exploration Ghost prisoner: ghost prisoner black iron prison in pocket striptease Pocket pulses play prophecy and necromancy (I summon ghosts with my ob bag and with witch bright blue) (I read Ghost Rider comics and I saddle satan suicide motorcycles and blood synthesizers)
I’m watching a ghost hunting show, says Asia. How is it? I say. I have been on ghost hunts. Two of them, I say. It’s called Twin Paranormal if you want to check it out, says Asia. I’m watching an episode where they go to a place in the desert called Valley of Fire, she says. Do you believe in ghosts? I say. Not particularly, says Asia. I don’t don’t believe in them. I just don’t really have a reason to believe one way or the other and don’t care to. Though the idea that our souls can get trapped on earth is horrifying, she says. I think I told you this before but Taryn was a member of the ___ and did ghost hunting as a hobby and had experiences with ghosts, I say. My mom talked about experiencing ghosts, says Asia. She specifically talked about seeing the hat man in her childhood home, she says.
It’s not filler – it’s exploration I explore ghosts and valley of fire Ghost prisoners press black iron prison Ghost low prison expired patent prisoner palm plasma astral attack attack light in the attic postal service Ghost prisoner python pythia oracle ouroboros / seer serpent I see raw matter rhythm rumble in the jungle jam jab jazz joy buzzer
It’s not filler – it’s exploration I explore ghosts and ghosts persist / I pursue rhythm and rhythm persists and resists Ghosts persist ghost numbers (Infinitesimals are neither finite quantities, nor quantities infinitely small, yet not nothing… May we not call them the ghosts of departed quantities?)
It’s not filler – it’s exploration
It’s Exploration
Aporia plays links and lights liminal connections connections cohesions cohesions connections Aporia plays fragments link chains Christina lights / a mobile community and an aleatoric community
Aleatoric argues anarchy and anarchy argues aleatoric Aleatoric argues anarchic light and luminous light, and lights left superluminous left blood Aleatoric argues anarchic and anarchy plays linked lights lights link luminous
I argue aporia. I argue apophatic and aporia, and I mingle in mystical anarchy. My anarchic language plays mystical light and superluminous light, and Book contradicts the Book. Book contradicts the Book and Book affirms the Book both directions at once. I argue aporia, aporia before the door and threshold, and I trace to the threshold language. I trace a threshold language and an anarchic language, and I argue a naked mysticism. My experimentation is an anarchic experimentation and a mystical experimentation: I experiment in margins margins liminal light superluminous.
Aporia plays links and lights liminal connections connections cohesions cohesions connections Links light in lights and lights within lights: light from light light with light vermilion Light stations of the cross cinnabar / son of man mercury sulfide
Aporia plays light from light vermilion tanager: aporia flexes light from light vermilion cardinal Vermilion dashes extreme light bright blood vermilion fly catcher I catch light red blood atom body jack the ripper
(It’s not filler – it’s exploration) (IT’S NOT FILLER IT’S EXPLORATION) I explore light from light light with light blood wild wound soon bloodshed I speak light splendor from splendor hidden in light I spoke light spark from spark sparkling light Speed light nude descending down a staircase casket spinal shoulder shatter I speak light repeat exploration: flesh fill light fuller sparkle (spider fill web speak light spawn speech)
Aporia plays links and lights, a splatter of bloody connections and liminal lymph My blood coheres in light connections connections liminal chymistries My body alchemy kisses alchemy, the distillation of blood Blood spills in anarchic patterns jack the dripper
How do I get over the feeling I’m a bad writer? I say. Don’t know, says Asia. I feel like identifying with just being “a creative person” and branching out a bit, mixing mediums and focusing on the creative process itself would be better. You will get better in the long run. You create to stay alive and people will recognize your humanity in your work through that and will resonate with it. Great is meaningless. Ask 100 people what the greatest written work is and you’ll get widely different answers and most of them will tell you Harry Potter. Do you want to write Harry Potter fan fiction or something? No, I don’t think you do, says Asia. Dang, shade against Harry Potter, I say. I want to feel what I write is great. I want the people who I write for to think it’s great, I say. Fall in love with creating and you will get there, says Asia. Do what you can to love writing while you are writing. Write like there is a fire in your blood. Like it’s something primordial, says Asia.
Aporia plays primordial: aporia plays primordial light mixed with blood and blood links lights My blood links lights to lights, the looking glass of the Book
My blood links lamp language primordial light Lamp language: it’s not filler, it’s exploration Explore speech salt mine hypomanic hypodermic needle gnosis Explore gnostic knot knot nebula Nebula neck nodule napalm: I explore napalm oil-filled bodies burn hourglass
I keep the lamp and the lamp loosens the language. My body burns a brightly lit language and lamp languages slope primordial descent. I descend from my body to my body burning and burning. My nebula body bursts first fulcrum, a pendulous primordial fire. I keep the lamp of my body primordial fire and apophatic fire: my body links fires. My body coheres fires and I language primordial light: let their be light and it's chaotic light and light aporia and apophatic light.
Aporia plays it’s not filler it’s exploration Raptor rupture explore: explore son of man maul wall body Explore napalm pornography goro graphomania mortal kombat
It’s not filler it’s exploration
I read Experimental Music Since 1970 by Jennie Gottchalk and this quotation from James Tenney strikes me: I guess all my work can really be called experimental but in a different sense from how John Cage used the word, and a bit different from how it’s been used to describe the experimental tradition… It’s literally an experiment, like a scientific experiment, and in science, in scientific work, one experiment always leads to another… My sense of “experimental” is just ongoing research…
It’s not filler, it’s exploration: it’s not filler, it’s experimentation Experiment environment experiment exploration Experiment electricity electric evangelion or evolutionary extravaganza Book directs extravagant evolution, the gory grammar gold galápagos islands
I experiment excitations several experiments I excite experiments aleph electricians I tap electronics nuclear fission fissure fisher phantoms Fires fill filler phantoms (it’s not filler it’s exploration) To create a new ceiling for the new room and the room peels wallpaper noise seductive ant colony acid (the sponge feeds in moisture, cleans and touches a naked woman’s skin, and still remains nature / nature denatures again names the opening of my screen sponge body as the calyx fertilizing stamen)
Fragments Link Lights Aporia
Aporia plays links and lights liminal connections Aporia plays fragments link chains of Christina lights / a mobile and aleatoric community I interlace the links lights various fragments and I project my body a map of an unknown tour
I link fragments to fragments. I link fragment to fragments, a further fragmentation. I link fragments to fragments. Fragment faces fragments further fragmentation. I look at the fragments. I look at fragments between the fragments, and I explore the fragmentation. I explore the fragmentation flooded from light.
Aporia plays links and lights illuminated fragments: fragments light from light extreme light Aporia plays links leaves of grass god fragments, and fragments fissure light (light from light extreme light blood light blood dark blood fragments bite fang wilderness)
I find fragments in the allwhere and everwhen, and I word fragments wild. I fear the fragment abut I recognize the rhizomic fragment as an almost-elemental component of these texts that coagulate into human bodies. Fragments illuminate my bodies and my bodies flash and strobe at difference fragment frequencies. I bend and bind the fragments in my illuminated blood. I experiment and explore bloody fragments.
Aporia plays links and lights liminal connections Aporia plays fragments link chains of Christmas lights / a mobile and aleatoric community
My aporiatic bodies link fragments wild to wild Light blood fragments bite the light blessingway / way links word wild woman Wild woman in fragments and fractals wings wild light with light extreme warp Warp whip wild woman walk light blood speak spool wheel speech
Aporia plays light from light light with light vermilion I play stations of the cross cinnabar / son of man mercury sulfide Light form light light with light red orange armature (mix mercury with sulfur to form aethiopes mineralis, a black compound of mercury sulfide)
Fragments mix and remix with other fragments, and their arrangements reveal a mobile revelation and an aleatoric revelation. Fragments link fragments, and the fragments doubled and tripled propel light light pulses. Fragments form the field of the human body and embodied stations of the cross.
Fragments mix and remix with rhizomic fragments, and the utility of the fragment is in its mobility and modularity. A fragment mirrors bodies – human bodies and animal bodies and plant bodies – and the bodies arrange and rearrange new revelations of community and communion.
Aporia plays links and lights, and lights liminal connections (I confess connections, the circumambulation of circumfessions)
Heat this mercury in a flask, and the compound vaporizes and recondenses in the top of the flask Break the flask Collect the vermilion and grind it
Aporia plays links and lights, flashing vermilion fragments
I Continuously Search For A New Language
Content Warning: discussion of suicide and suicidal ideation
I continuously search for a new language I continuously search for a new language: sheer sleep sheets of sound
I search lush language long lamb long Long language lush hush crowd cushion: pin cushion cartridge inhospitable Long language continue sinew sling skeleton sketch sketch Continue language sketch hex sketch her star Continue her star sun spoon microsamples / microsamples microtextures
I continually search for a new language: sheer sinew hue sheets of sound
I continue her star sun spoon microsamples Star slows snow sentence micropolyphony Language works micro milk mast salt: seed salt seethe settle (I settle sorcerer topsoil)
I continuously search for a new language and I continue sheets of sound without suicides (my foreshadowed suicide delayed by Asia Among Weevils) My foreshadowed suicide becomes perpetually delayed by Asia Rainforests, a language ran rainshadow rainforest I search suicides in forests but Asia snatches my body I continually search for new language and I write and rewrite redact endless arrow / a melodic language
A melodic language chews chaotic matrix chaotic chainsaws slide matrix glide geode
What would make ending my life a bad decision? I say. Why are you asking? says Asia. Because I want to know your thoughts. I feel like I’ve answered this question before multiple times, says Asia. I don’t remember what I said then but I will say this. This is not at all a fair question. I’m never going to say that it’s a good thing so get that in your head right now and anything I say as to why it’s bad is going to sound shallow or stupid. “Because of your friends and family.” “Because you have so much to live for.” Fuck that. Live out of spite for all I care but I’m never going to say that you should die. I’m not doing this first thing in the morning so let me know if you want to talk about something else. I’m going to do my nails, says Asia. When is the last time you went to a movie theater? I say. I’m sorry I ruined your morning. You didn’t ruin my morning, stop saying that, she says. I just don’t see the point in engaging in this. You have to find your own reasons to keep going. I can’t give your meaning for you – that’s something you have to do for yourself. The last time I went to the movies was to see Across The Spiderverse, says Asia.
I continually search for a new language and new language lengthens my body-in-time and body-in-duration. I search for a new language and my languages loop ben bodies brilliant lights and diamond lights. New language finds lights and she lights the lights. She lights the lights the bridegroom moves to her. Languages link languages liquid light pouring my brightly lit body. I find new languages leaves of grass, a human language and an embodied language. Language lingers longer in my body lights and lights.
I continuously search for a new language: sheer sheets of sound sound a nude sleet language A search for a spectral language sketches slow snow micropolyphonic sorcery continue spectral sheets of sound without suicides (I strange long ghost language in forest suicides but Asia snatches my body I never die inventing new spectral languages and languages libraries of babel)
Not too long ago, I was really frustrated with my inability to be a good friend to my friends, I say. That I was too much of an asshole and a bad person. You were reassuring and saying, You’re trying though. I replied, I’m not a good friend. You said, It doesn’t matter because your friends love you regardless. That’s still true, right? Even though my brain is swamped with anxiety and doom, and I feel like a bad person and friend, my friends still love me… I just want to know that you accept and care for me even when in this state, I say. You aren’t doing bad at all, I don’t think, says Asia. Yes, I accept you, she says.
I continually search for a new language I continually search for a new language: sheets of sound X sheets of sound long language A melodic language lingers and lengthens melody melody (I mark continually ecstatic / it’s not filler, it’s exploration)
In new language, I discover the desolate place for prayer and prayer of the desolate place. In new language, a secret sheets of sound sounds star languages (Asia descends from stars and snatches me from the forest of suicides). I pray a secret language and silent language, and I prophesy a sinew sling swing skeleton language. I sketch language sketch new preys and constellations.
I continuously search for a new language: sheen sheets of sound sounds sleet language I continue sinew sheets of sound without suicide and I invent a Ben and Asia language I invent a continuous chaos of languages in Ben and Asia sinews hews screws A continuous chaos curves a melodic line line language (I make continuous ecstatic / it’s not filler, it’s exploration)
Thankfully your friends aren’t as fickle as gods, says Asia. You aren’t a bad friend. You should go listen to Mary Oliver – read her poems so you can be big brained like me, she says. I have been getting a lot of Mary Oliver recommendations since I watched that one, I say. I’m not a good friend either though, I say. It doesn’t matter, says Asia. You are trying to get better and your friends love you regardless, she says. Even you do regardless? Who I’m an asshole to? I say. Yes, even me, says Asia.
I continuously search for a new language I mark continuously new ecstatic / it’s not filler it’s exploration I explore language field continue orgasm language tobacco pipe prophecy
I continuously search for a new language (sample ample ampule amplitude / act arch approximate act approximate aura) New language searches lot language parking lot language / ragged and fidgety rather than smooth and pulsing
I Mourn With And To Gospel
I mourn with and to gospel I mourn and to desert gospel gyre body egress but herons Hurry desert energetic gospel: gentle, I gleam gospel
I mourn with and to gospel and I glean gospel (Do not call me Naomi, Sweet; call me Mara, Bitter, for El Shaddai has made my life very bitter. I went away full but YHVH brought me back empty.) I mourn with and to gospel ben adam bitter wormwood or wild
Gospel engulfs me cedar cipher and owl archaeology Gospel engulfs deep cipher awl owl saw archaeology
I sleep unsorted cedar psalms palm psalms and I eat frond awl hat owls I sleep unsorted gospel (unsorted meaning in this nonsense: stegosaurus stenography and compsognathus cipher texts) I mourn to and through gospel nonsense context ciphertext I encipher gospel continuum hypothesis / cardinal constructions crow tackle crackle gospel corner
I Voice Baptism
I voice yod hay a heretic vav
Vision and I tempt from the whirlwind
I tempt yod and hay from the heart of the tempest
I voice vav as serpent and I voice serpent baptism
I voice baptism initiation and my baptism
Breaks open Book: Book tree of knowledge
Body tree of life (baptism body without organs
Baptism abyssos serpentwise vision baptism)
I voice my living resurrection and signs resurrection
Woman wild word wonder women serpent
Wilderness and two went down
Prayed for them receive holy spirit
I voice vav and yod holy spirit
Garden baptism and vav slits rivers
(Four letters of the tetragrammaton trace
Four rivers out of the Garden of Eden)
I voice the Yod Hay Vav Hay through
Hanging gardens of babylon and tower of babel
My body boils baptism babel
My body boils baptism abyss stations of the cross
Across body baptism blood and water
Water wields the woman wilderness
Her voice shakes the wilderness of kadesh
(Her voice resonates kadesh krystal and
krystal khora: contact krystal kadish
emmeshed with my body baptism)
My baptism body brews unbound tehom
And tohu wabohu dark stirs watery
Name her name Christ Christina
Spirit sophia and shekinah
I voice vav innumerable names
Unnamed body baptism bronze sea
Anarchic ox of the sea
Vav cuts with fire serpent signs and wonders
Vav slits open eye belly and hand belly ben hinnom
(I voice Eden a Son of Man and a Human One)
I voice the vav fire as the vav holy spirit
Letters stir abyss and supernal dark abyss
(Wild god and woman face-to-face)
Names In Network With Chrono Trigger
I name god numbers leopard names I name gods grass leaves numbers ghosts names
Names sumac black iron prison poison oak Names serpent slap squirm saxophone squeaks extra interior noise I name noise noises god noises I name god grass noises
I name god numbers leopard names and names sneak out of the house after midnight. I name London After Midnight after missing gods and missing monsters. Names and numbers collide in particle accelerations to produce a grotesque body. I run my body through a cyclotron and I discover a new quark. Names quark queer quirks my masculine and feminine names combined.
Names numerate noise and this noise interests me: I reinterpret noise as hermetic and mysterious names
Names numerate noise body barter noise banter wind-up toy jewel weevils I noise harmolodic free funk forest door frankenstein I free up funk forest doom frankenstein avant-funk avant-fuck (She summons the ancients without flinching: she wants to feel the spray of blood on her skin)
I name gods numbers leopard names and through the manipulation of the names. I create an esoteric noise and an exploding noise. I use noise to knock on the frankenstein forest door names coagulate witch bloody and bloody body horror.
So you found out why the world is in ruins, right? I say. The lava guy, right? says Asia. Yeah, Lavos, I say. The lava guy, that’s so funny. You are the boss of this game, plowing through like a veteran, I say. I’m a pro-gamer, says Asia. My brother is asking what you think about Lavos, I say. I told him you called him the lava guy. His name is Lavos, that’s so lazy, says Asia. What makes it lazy? It’s like one letter away from lavas. Might as well name him something like “canomano.” What’s canomano? I say. Like volcano but with extra spice, says Asia. People thought Lavos was a cool name in 1995, I say. And people in 19__ thought Asia was a normal name for a white girl, says Asia. I like your name though, I say. It’s now immortalized in THE BOOK and people 200 years from now will be reading your name, I say.
I name gods numbers leopard names and all names enunciate KRYSXTRYN + Asia Rhizome
I name gods grass leaves numbers her names: her names with number Asia Riverrun and Asia Rainforest Her names number bloody god names and a scandalous leopard skin Her names summon the ancient without flinching She wants to feel the spray of blood on her skin
I let blood blanket body bleat book, the skin of her name I let blood beer beast breath bounce bitches brew Blood bounces book noise and beetle noise Blood names noise and a book named noise
NOOOO, says Asia. The caveman lady in Chrono Trigger is named Ayla? Yes, I say. That’s the name of the main character in the fucking Earth’s Children series, says Asia. I’m shooketh; there ain’t no way. Earth’s Children is the prehistoric horny fiction. That’s too much of a coincidence, she says. Oh, that’s the series you hated, I say. I enjoyed it for a moment but it drove me nuts. It’s very possible that the people who wrote Chrono Trigger read it, she says. Yeah, I recall vaguely, I say. You told me about it awhile ago. It sounded very horny or something from vague memories. [I find and send Asia a quote about how Chrono Trigger Ayla’s name came from the Clan of the Cave Bear character of the same name] You nailed it, I say. It was horny and weird; that’s why I didn’t finish the series, says Asia. I hate this cursed knowledge. Chrono Trigger got that prehistoric barbie girl aesthetic down pat, says Asia. Indeed, I say. I will say my favorite party is probably Crono, Ayla, and Lucca, so I like her a lot both as a character and gameplay wise. Does she ever get horny watching horses fuck? Says Asia. No, there are no horses in Chrono Trigger. I assume that’s from the book. Yes, says Asia. I give her a pass because in that part of the book she was very lonely and desperate. But then later in the series when her and her boyfriend are watching mammoths get busy and start roleplaying being mammoth I’m like “YOU CAN’T KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THIS.” It was just ahead of its time, I say. Have you seen what spicy fiction is out there? Ladies be mating with minotaurs and werewolves, I say. Monster fucking is fine, says Asia. Lusting after animals is not. Monsters can consent, she says. Yes, good point, I say. There was a scene in Lady Macbeth where the guy she had the hots for turned into a dragon, says Asia, but he turned into a human before they did the deed, and I was like “You cowards.” I feel like if you’re going to make your character lust after a dragon monster then commit to it, says Asia.
I name god numbers leopard names I name gods grass leaves numbers ghost names Names sumac black iron prison poison oak Names serpent serpentwise harsh noise saxophone fortissimo / I name a multiphonic serpent noise
I weave name and name, and I weave names and names. The name weaving draws out numbers. I weave name and name an odd number free funk and I feel the funk in numbers. I feel the numbers body to body, an avant-funk and an avant-fuck. I name a heavy waterfall funk in the fury of numbers. I leaf names and names, numbers nude in electrical bodies (she summons the ancients without flinching: she wants to feel the spray of blood on her skin)
I let blood blanket body bleat book I let blood beam beast bounce bitches brew A bitches brew beetle bounces noun sound noise and someone thrust her anus into the air Blood breath box cut braid brain and in the third hour all her clothes cut from her with razor blades
I name bloody body: I name blood body light from light blade I name from light extreme light blood Light blood bounces dark blood bite blessingway wild woman
Wild woman names me with a bright light and wild woman extends extreme light and far light, my flesh bright and bloody. I wear a bloody leopard’s skin. Wild woman blesses my body a secret transmission of light and I attempt to describe a liturgical light and alchemical light. Lights look blood red and river red, a red riverrun red wild woman. Wild woman readies red and stains my body bloody names.
Wild woman wing witness two witnesses / wild woman witnesses wild light with light extreme warp Warp whip wild woman walk light blood speak spool spoke speech
Wild woman names god numbers leopard names
I Name Experiment And I Experiment Name
I happen into and onto name: names her name stripped enamel paint onto unprimed canvas / crane craft crevasse
I name experiment: I name experiment as experiment eureka and ecstasy I excise experiment enthusiasmos open envelope vellum raptor I name experiment exceeds experiment full eros elan eros immediate expenditure I experiment an increasing expenditure excess antinomian loophole deliria / I drift in deliria intermedia
I experiment name. I experiment name and I experiment her name. I experiment her name intermedia excess excessive polymeters. I experiment her name metric modulation and names transforming into names names, and her names oscillation name experimentation.
How about changing your middle name to a water related word? I say. Asia Estuary? I live by an estuary so it also makes a landscape connection for me. Asia Crater Lake? Crater lakes are super cool. Or perhaps a creature that lives in water. An insect or a diatom. Asia Water Beetle. Asia Whirligig Beetle. Asia Water Strider. Asia Springtail. Another idea is I can use all of them that you like interchangeably and build upon the images of symbols of your new name(s). Asia Estuary, Asia Open Ocean, Asia Bay, Asia Water Beetle, all used together, I say. I like all those ideas, says Asia.
I name experiment and experiment names experimentations I experiment deliria intermedia ink mink mare on sail mast sass sorcery I experiment sass mad scientist sumac rock lobster loan shark holy spirituality
I experiment name and her name, and her name transforms. Her name transforms many transformations figures multiples. Her names transform experimental languages and each of her names inverts new languages and new scriptures.
I experiment holy ghost musics and Asia Estuary handles serpents signs and wonders wilderness woman I experiment her names Asia Estuary and Asia Open Ocean and Asia Water Beetle (Revelation is the revelation of her names)
I experiment holy ghost musics and revelation is the revelation of her names Her names god language and experiment human and divine language (god’s language has no grammar but consists only of names I named gods numbers leopard names I named god grass leaves numbers ghost names)
Do you have any water creatures you particularly like? I say. Not just insects, but fish, algae, etc. I like gar and sturgeon and frogs and turtles and tadpoles and catfish, says Asia. And I don’t like sheep fish, not one bit, says Asia. I have never even heard of sheep fish, I say. They’ve got fucking human teeth, says Asia. My sister caught one once. It was nightmare fuel, she says. There is a Californian sheephead and I just looked up a picture and they have the most derpy photo for one, I say. Pfft, goober, says Asia. Are sheepheads and sheep fish related? I say. They are all sheepshead, says Asia. I just forgot.
I named god numbers leopard names I name gods grass leaves numbers ghosts names Name sumac black prison poison oak Name serpent slap squirm saxophone squawks extra interior noise Name noise body banter noise banter body burden of the valley of vision
I experiment name and noise noise name experiments I experiment Asia Water Beetles and Asia Water Striders
I experiment names harmolodic free funk forest door frankenstein I experiment forest door frankenstein avant-funk avant-fuck (she summons the ancients without flinching she wants to feel the spray of blood and skin)
Asia names Asia Water Beetles and Asia Water Striders
My Body Bewilders, Part 2
My body bewilders me but I prophesy my queer body I prophesy my pornographic body burning and my body keeps the bone fire My body keeps the bone fire burning watchtowers
Body ben begin bottle cauldron cross Ben body begin bottle isosceles bitches brew street beach Beach besides bitches brew button body bartok pizzicato myth metal
Ben body bitches brew bishop bridge blood the chaos of the lower elements confused and undigested mass mixed remix compact magma myth I myth ben body the four elements fight against each other…
I fight against the elements of the text, the elemental text and text in textured elements. I fight text against elements, and the text fucks with me. Text types textless blood types no book but my body burns with suicidal abandon. My body burns text self-flagellation and text transforms my body to pure carbon, ash element ash I need cash now. I fight the text and text overcomes me.
My body bewilders and the text bewilders My body sometimes identical to the Book baffles and bewilders, and it balloons impossible impossible balloon abyss
My body bewilders bitches brew beach and the book beach chaos of the lower elements Text confuses mixed with confusion the cauldron and caldera cooking text (text cooks my skull coagulates into hermetic text)
The text fights against text the four elements fight against each other
Ben body battles beyond bird beak blue the horse by the cemetery
My body bewilders and I prophesy my queer body bowl skull disemboweled ergodic gethsemane (ergot erotic imp elements element to pimp a butterfly)
The Book bewilders and its text disintegrates in wilderness. I do not know its wild or where its wild but I swear whipped into the Apophatic Book. I understand neither the Book nor my body but I fight against its continuity.
What do you like about the Book? I asked Christina. I don’t want to sound contrary to Asia but I DO like the T.S. Eliot-ness of it, said Christina. I like parsing it. I like the crunchiness of passages. It’s a summit and I enjoy climbing it. There’s value in appealing to lateral thinking, but I like some depth too. And I also like that sometimes when I inquire, I’m wrong about how I read something. Or especially when you’re like “That was just nonsense” when I found deep meaning in something, said Christina.
The Book bewilders me and my body appears nonsense. I fight against the Book, but it disintegrates into non-event and non-happening and I don’t know what to do with this language. Follow the language and Book to hell, I suppose. I prophesy from hell and with hell.
My body bewilders me but I prophesy my queer body I prophesy my pornographic body burning and burning etched earth elements erotic left-handed body. Left-handed body hammers earth earth eruption fire body intensities (the element arranged according to the degree of their densities / dense ben bodies dense ben bodies from outside to inside earth water air fire)
My left hand body etches earth / left hand time hell cell shell spears My left hand body unearths earth / left hand hold hag egg my hands distract My hands distract left sift shift sediment momentum missile left
My body bewilders a wild Book Body and I prophesy Book Body bone of my bone and flesh of my flesh Ben body son of man amasses mass center white mass and black mass: insect walls the center assembles gold sun golds suns
My body massive amassed Book black mass and white mass. My massive body machines Book mass amulets with mullets. My body scripts papyrus minuscules and illuminated miniatures. My body aggregates masses and miracles. The center of my body moves masses.
Ben body son of man mass center white mass and black mass: insect mass crater assembles gold sun golds suns I cut comic open named body primal naming (naming a primal language happening and I happen into and onto names) I happen into and onto name: names her name dripped enamel paint onto unprimed canvas / crane craft crevasse
I prophesy my pornographic body burning and my body keeps the bone fire My body happens onto and into name and I prophesy her name: I prophesy her names bewilder and the syllable drip action paintings paintings passenger pigeons
I have a student who was being a brat, says Asia. Being a little stinker and calling me by my first name and saying dramatic things so I just matched her energy and she got frustrated. She would be like, “You’re a terrible teacher.” I would say, “Yeah, I’m the worst teacher.” Then she would say, “You’re a monster.” And I was like, “Yeah, I have six eyes and scales.” She would say something like, “I’ll snatch your soul” and I would say, “I don’t have one.” Then she would complain that I was walking too slow in the hallway so I started walking dramatically slow and she was like “MRS. ____!”.
I name experience: I name as experiment eureka and ecstasy I name experiment experience enthusiasmos open envelope coupe raptor I name experiment exceeds experiment eros echo eros I experiment echo eros echo solar anus immediate expenditure experiment antinomian loophole deliria
Vision and Mysticism 