I act else edge and edge earth I act edge ebb action painting / canvas earthworks I earthwork action unpredictable content I earth action fixed to a time and place and unfixed to a time and place Place trace race flash flay jam Place sun body place lots of blood lots of action I frequently act duel-wielding pistols and submachine guns / semiautomatic gods I frequent god action and hard-edged canvas (a red balloon and black winged bird as semblance of crossing in a pittance of sky) (thirteen ways of seeing a blackbird)(Gertrude Stein cubist writing)
I cut clean cubist stations of the cross I queue bodies cubed by Hong Kong cinema machine gunfire Bodies invert combustion increasingly spontaneous Bodies snipe syntax cubist apocalypse cloak and dagger I cube action act in nonlinear beat ‘em up noise No noise now action onto an onto bodies (rolls, dives, slides, and falls during the duel make for a graceful ballet-like performance in the midst of gunfire)
Cinema consists of fragments and the assembly of those fragments I assemble fragments, and I make light of matter I assemble actions matter marsh mirror I assemble matter mirror marsh harsh noise a scanner darkly I film fragments harsh noise washing machine and I discover my love for the wheel: machine abstract human bodies and human material
I paint and I nail my pictures together film fragments and Hong Kong action I paint and nail crucifixion canvases I incorporate found objects into crucifixions: bus tickets, old wire, and fragments of newsprint, artist periodicals, sculptures, and sound poems The crucifixion becomes an installation I dramatically alter the interiors of an umber of spaces (number spaces name spaces)
I alter interior spaces body sour conflagration This conflagration films fragments / unanimous horizon This conflagration forks unanimous horizon geologic horror Horror ham radio risk archaeological horizon and horror hits blood halos / hydrogen jukebox battery This conflagration opens gate gut / pajama party in a haunted house Unanimous horizon shears seer horror / bodies ship slip conflagration
I jut conflagration and its gates stick a series of angles aggressively protruding into a room largely painted white Conflagration thrusts flat column cathedral of erotic misery I paint erotic canvas earthworks walk earthworks and I replicate fires fire rhizomes I replicate an organic element augmented by mass-produced ephemera with natural forms and muted colors / used objects found on a beach I copy beach bask beach body without organs I include pebbles and smooth shards of porcelain in my beach grief I collect Christina assemblages and Christina repetition and I act jungle repetition I act drum n’ bass collage repetition (Merz-Drawing 47, 1920, collage on board Merz-Drawing 85, zig-zag red, 1920, collage)
I act beach I act drum n’ bass bullet bill drill I shift from deterministic, pattern-type gameplay towards a more programmer-centric design emphasizing algorithmic generation of backgrounds and enemy dispatches, and an emphasis on random-event generation, particle-explosion effects, and physics particle-effect explosions
I grieve aleatoric beach: I grieve algorithmic and alchemical beach The included beach ears water inlets and I tip her shell no noise I dip and pour shell silence: solar silence and sunflower silence Silence celebrates my spiritual twin sister Christina and I continue to dream her shell bridal chamber and candle waters
I repeat the beach and I repeat thirteen ways of seeing a blackbird
I repeat the beach algorithmic generation and genesis table of generations
I repeat beach body without organs and benjamin without Christina (You have to assemble the religions, writes Philip K. Dick. They're individually pieces. So one encounters her as human. I’m just saying Christ is female.)
I evaluate Christina as human and Christina on the beach shows her shell Christ is female I encounter Asia Among Rivers and Asia Rhizome Park Forest as human and her human too basks body beach Christ female
Conversations With Asia 08/16/2020 7:48 AM
So let’s do fashion, says Asia. I’m thinking relaxed causal with some feminine elements thrown in. Maybe some linen pieces. Do you want minimalist or colorful? I’m not sure I’m talking fashion for me personally, I say. I just like hearing about it because I know it’s an art in itself. That’s pretty broad, says Asia. Do you know where you want to start? Where is your knowledge base at? I say. Mostly alternative fashion; I also love 1920s, 1950s, 60s, and 70s, she says.
I fashion beach canvas glass mage nail porcelain I fashion film fragments glue cinema sand beach Body without organs bird beach sleep god grief
I miss Christina I worry the hospital holds her body hostage or sheol has swallowed her soul (an Evil Dead deadite screams I’LL SWALLOW YOUR SOUL) I read Roland Barthes’ Mourning Dairy to help figure out my grief and I grieve the absence of Christina (the absence of Christina implies the absence of God) First wedding night. But first mourning night?
I should marry Christina: I should have married Christina despite our toxicities, anxieties, and other mental illnesses: we could have figure out how to make it work If I ever talk to you again – if she still lives – I hope to marry her (After she finally gets divorced I now she has plans never to marry We had plans to fuck but she never loved anyone romantically and I feel OK – I feel determined to marry a still-living Christina and I want to husband her wonderfully I want to husband wonderfully to her
I listen to Bob Dylan’s Red River Shore: Well I sat by her side and for awhile I tried to make that girl my wife She gave me her best advice and she said go home and lead a quiet life
I listen to Someone Great by LCD Soundsystem and I think this will be a great memorial song for Christina if or when she passes: I wake up and the phone is ringing surprised as it’s early And that’s should be the perfect warning that something’s a problem To tell the truth I saw it coming the way you were breathing But nothing can prepare you for it the voice on the other end… When someone great is gone when someone great is gone
First mourning night except I cannot mourn because Christina – what of Christina, the Christina of what happened or will happen – remains unknown I can only mourn known (known death, known permanence, known body I identify this body as Christina through Christina – and I find no comfort in this unknowing) I cannot fully mourn this unknown but instead feel the intensities of anxieties and fears and yet I know SOMETHING WRONG HAPPENED Something wrong happened but I do not know what and I cannot know what yet First fear night fear anxiety night first worry night (but it’s over two weeks and now three weeks since I have heard from her: unusual in that I usually talk to her daily) I mourn something unknown I mourn something absent and unavailable
I listen to Sleeping With Ghosts by Placebo: Hush it’s OK dry your eyes because soul mates never die
Why do you unconditionally care for me? I ask Asia. Because you are my friend, says Asia. How do I survive if Christina dies? It's difficult to figure out how to keep going without people we care about, says Asia. When I lost my friend, I comforted myself in know she changed me by being in my life, and because of that I carried her with me, she says. I worry I wont’ be able to write and I won’t be able to survive without Christina. You will be able to write again later, says Asia.
I Play Pulse Simultaneous Flows
I improvise body inside I improvise body inside tenor iron I tenor tannin language improvised chaos terrain Terrain tavern tenor caravan keeps chaos languages
I improvise body inside body without organs I improvise leaves of grass and a thousand plateaus, and the improvisation plays tenor taryn tannin open sea I open improvised sea and diamond sea and sea unsettles middle languages / language lances a transversal movement that sweeps one and the other away a stream without beginning or end languages pick up speed in the middles
I improvise something else and something different and my experiments stream slow cinema I explore slower than I’d like and I experiment less often than I’d hope Exploration reveals in a series of exposures and I copy the exposure all the more readily / ready ring rhizomes I explore slower than I’d like and I copy from the second Elohim till the third, five words appear Five words first further fan feathers / fire words peacock whirlwind I explore slower and I recall Albert Ayler stating: I’m using modes more now because I’m trying to get more form in the free form I try to get more form in the free form of my sentences and I explore a sentence syntax not purely “anarchic word quilt” and not new memory jacketed by sonata-allegro form I write on work both directions at once: more form and more free simultaneously New material massive new: first words from the second Elohim to the third Elohim New material machine maximum massive materials: I mix materials and machines the same material machine (the wolves have gone over to a large-scale social machine) I explore slower and the experiments take a long time to accumulate and coagulate into visible vision material but I continue writing and I continue witnessing
I improvise body inside and Taryn tenor tetragrammaton I improvise secretly different undifferentiated desert / I develop a space type of rhythmic music and syncopated desert I never exhaust the desert melody and it always gives new noise and unexpected noise I space sound desert noise and noise dips duos and trios novel combination
Noise now in infernos and incendiaries and noise fire inserts alien metal beneath my skin Taryn tails titanium into skin sword scabbard and I bare my organs body hammer Noise hammer noise titanium nauseas Nonstop noise births earth newborns
I name a new kind of night language: a different wake idioglot between noises (between noise in perpendicular directions multidirectional noise noise middle noise speed speed holy spirit titanium tongues tiptoe acceleration)
I name a new kind of earth language: language erosion and entropy Geos gun glam geode gun geos Geos gun gall gun gumball balance wheel ballet Geo slow gone graphite gem shim book slim slack bone Bone gun geo ground sand a collection of chance preparations (not a collection of chance operations but a Book of Sand) I imagine the Book foremost as a public performance I perform a spherical polyhedron: I perform spherical truncates isohedron Book of Sand shares spheres sink steel: shark book sand fire earth Book strikes steel material mathematics (body arithmetic and pinwheel prima materia) I perform fragments reconstructed into World-To-Come Oral Torah I speak Torah ocahedron rotations rotations symmetries Book play performance
Book play performance noise Play performance performance noise panic static oral torah I perform parallel motion transition zone / desert paradiddles Paradiddle perodite parallel UFO lights (the Book as old as fire and water)
Earth language accumulates and disintegrates desert architecture architecture circular ruins Earth languages grow and shed explosive noise body without organs blonde bombs I always improvise noxious noise numerous annihilations / noise nurtures and coagulates hang blood big boom
Holy spirit tongues stab titanium body blonde and I improvise louder than a bomb I improvise louder than bomb body excess and my skin excretes new crosses and new Christianities New Christianity consecrates new materialisms missile time out of joint free jazz I gem earth joint free jazz and I jag rubato rabbit punches I jigsaw rubato rabbit punches: rubato duck amok massive rabbit noise Noise nike unpredictable content: new christianity cut christianity neon complexity Noise allows vulgar materials into the performance (Evil… beautiful… deadly.. in their eyes desire… in their veins the blood of monsters! INVASION OF THE STAR CREATURES)
I multiply noise and languages lapstone new complexity complex incomplete earth uneven fires I play polyrhythmic fires fire time titanium body without organs and earth patches groove slide torture garden and palm tree garden
I consider myself more a percussionist, in contrast to jazz drummer who keeps time, says Tony Oxley. In the new improvised music, a percussionist can interrupt the flow of his playing without affecting the nature of his relationship to the other players, he says.
I do not keep time but I play pulse simultaneous flows I push pull pulses pulse plucked photography or pornography Book pulse corner time untethered partitions Partition play process larger room pulses / prayer pornographies prayer pulp aporias I tinker time flows interrupt flows swing tires body without organs I disorganize organs other bodies unordered gods gasp ghosts just organs
I tap time titanium noise unpredictable content / noise fixed to time and place Noise plums time and place porno amplifiers Noise knocks nonlinear time and place
Nonlinear noun noise (pages, hammers, boards, trees, sausages, cars, horse, bowels) Nonlinear noun noise constellation (his tonality or pulse you shift practice)
Noun the noun states accent on air noise Noise the noun skates accent on air additive aether avalanches
I announce noun material text body without organs bible (no really perfect optimum mix, anyway among some thousands or many of distinctive or distinguishable things) I mix noise mast gospel of mark noise Nurse noise mix maximum mixture MIX: mix hex hole head her mix mode mixolydian MIX: mix hiss desiring-machine mackerel school scherzo or schematics Mix scorpion scherzo Werner Herzog documentaries / god plays domino and ice diced onion bodies blood layers
Noun beneath bits noise unpredictable content tent peg tent peg pull my finger they’re pulling my leg leg large lard low lunar lobotomies
I try my best, but it’s not good enough, I say. Who said? says Asia. Who is going around saying that it’s not good enough? This friendship – my friendship with others, I say. “This friendship” – isn’t that comprised of two people? she says. Don’t rope me in because I never said that. You didn’t say that, I say. That’s why I said this friendship and not Asia. You always tell me I make self-fulling prophesies. I keep trying and failing. I think it’s just time to accept this is it. This is the best version of Ben, I say. I’m part of this friendship, says Asia. Yeah, that’s true, I say. I won’t say “this friendship” then in this context but the rest of my statement stands. Why? says Asia. Because you say so? We have evidence that you have improved so why are you trying to imply that you will never change? You already have, says Asia. I just don't want you to stop being friends with me because this ends up being max mental health ben, I say. I am OK with Ben as he is, as he was, and as he will be, says Asia.
Noun narrates noise noise unpredictable content tent peg Noun narrates noise and Asia usurps underneath unpredictable / I let her wonderful noise interfere and infiltrates my noxious noise Her noise plastic plays my noise pair plastic and noise new lunar Christianity and solar Christianity Her noise helps action paintings pair canvases vault material crosses
Hong Kong action film feature a lot of gunplay and gangsters rather than kung fu Noise acts other Noise acts other action Action noise sit aleph other Action film fly flesh other (Surprise flesh and unexpected flesh) (Her noise sneaks underneath my flesh flights slights surprises) Surprise flesh stick fire fire film add-on actions Body genre fiction flashes flesh cloak and dagger / body gangster detective mystery I act over fire and flesh conflagration
From this conflagration Conflagration fixes fire fern fire false flag operation ultramafic rock
Rock river erosion from this conflagration future fissions flatland lamb flatland Rock real reel rhizome / big reel fishing (I fish figured shadow material materials massive) Rock rapid rough rapid rubber riptide / rock rabbit rubber undertow Undertow tongues dialectic electric element acid / acid sath seethe oral torah
I add action unpredictable content
I act else and again earth open
I Wolf A Restless Music
I grieve fragments: I grieve fragments of the true cross Its splinters spike spinal catastrophe I grieve in short burst sonic the hedgehog fast proteins (I share a meme with the following caption with Asia: “How much scarier would a frog be if it ran instead of hopped… U just hear plat plat plat plat coming toward U and U look down and it’s a frog going at full speed.” But it’s aquatic or semiaquatic, says Asia. Think of how dry its skin would get, she says. What if it emitted a layer of mucus to keep itself wet like some tidal creatures do? I say. You try running a marathon trying to survive wearing only your birthday suit and a thick layer of mucus, says Asia. Everything would stick to it. Why you got to come up with logic here? I say. Does Sonic the Hedgehog get this treatment? Yes, Sonic is an abomination, says Asia) I grieve short burst shade and shadows white canvas
I grieve disjunct and in discontinuous aphorisms (difficult to determine whether it elevates, desecrates, or celebrates its sources)
Grieving reproduces certain aspects of daily life and it has its own unique texture I grieve garden environment and noise
Noise flares nostrils Noise flares knots nail gun noise Noise knots nail gun rain (rain circulates circular ruin rhizomes) Atmospheric noise knot noise random names and random nouns (pages, hammers, boards, trees, garage, card, horse, bowels: her totality) Neat noise maps with names: net noise names without names and names without maps
Not noise but the sign of the gospel Not noise but now gnaw net gap gnosis Not noise I chew gall-producing insects Now sign insect selects syntax small poplar borer Nor noise noise syntax dock knock dodder gall weevil
I grieve weave wavy syntax signs gospels I grieve gnosis sin now knotting gall (jab journey jungle kung fu fracture book ripper) Gnosis overlays sing pendulum collate gall midge meddle Taryn ocelot Ocelot overlays ouroboros medley grassleaves goldenrod Rod grape sum girth search sheets of sound
I search for a new book language or a different language I search for a different desert, a grieving gospel language
The Book suppressed time ashes The Book suppresses saw Book Body hinnom ash
The Book needles noise and I examine recaptured words The Book not noise ruptures additional noise noise and noise replaces the exterior contribution of the composer Natural noise knurls gnostic gospel / all he here is radio gaga radio goo goo radio gaga All noise null not negates names but maps
I molten modal for unmapped languages / Book X Book (Sun Ra says: People have a lot more of the unknown than the known in their minds. The unknown is great; it’s like darkness. Nobody made that. It just happens. Light and all that – somebody made that; it’s written that they did. But nobody made the darkness)
I meander map as unmapped languages and I look dark language I look language noise longer language sheets of sound Language lurk noise norepinephrine Language lures dark noise agogic accent and emphatic accents Language left noise wars bars neon or nectar nocturne Language nocturne noise noise nested tuplets new complexity Nude language nests tuplets trampoline nonlinear linoleum
The Book suppresses time ashes The Book suppresses saw suppresses saw Book Book suppresses seen suck ocean Ocean book body burn burn blessing suppresses The Book suppresses press body pour peak body aporia Book suppress less long lawn lunar land and land limps landscape lamp scrape push squares Book squirm Book squirms scripture time ash screwdriver Book squirm snare magic square geology geology I jar open geology
I jar open geology gemini onto geology and other astronomical objects I jar open onto oil geology georgia god
I examine recaptured words and I darken with noise nights and mornings of the syllables I wander the swing of syllables for two thousand years and two thousand years
I look new noise language long dark language noise
(Hippos and hedgehogs. Half hour per page. I was writing a little about hippos in my Book today. What about? I was thinking about Pablo Escobar’s cocaine hippos as I was drawing. Pablo Escobar’s cocaine hippos for real. Here’s a snippet:
I emerge museum desert Pablo Escobar hippopotamus hippos hangar hell
Hippos hell clothespin and clothesline (on this page you see a little girl giggling at a hippopotamus – I wonder why)
Hippos hobo cosmic horror / hippos kill more than crocodiles Hippos hell song mangles crocodiles (hippo’s skull showing the large canines and incisors used for fighting)
Hippos hunt hasty human helicopter parent death (Don’t say things that can hurt others, says Pussycat, like isn’t Hippo fat?)
Aw yes, cocaine hippo poetry! Recently my best friend called this style “anarchic word quilt” which I’m officially adopting. She’s encouraging me to mix different styles together to help with the cohesiveness of the overall prose poetry, but I really like her description of “anarchic word quilt”)
I look new noise language long dark language noise I look language new dark unknown like a wolf dream (in the street, a wall with a closed door, to the left, an empty dresser: behind the wall, wolves rushing towards the door) Language nest wolf noise language dark saw new complexity I look cool complexity of the cross and cross keep campfire atmospheric noise
I look language Taryn ben adam noise (during this time, they both became deeply interested in astrology and the supernal, using ouiji boards) New body ben adam non-directional noise noncrystalline
I let the outside in: I let the indeterminate desert amok
I let the indeterminate desert amok: desert duck amok rabbit noise dark Non-directional noise nick indeterminate desert and undifferentiated desert Undifferentiated desert dagger noncommutative noise (non-abelian noise gruppen orchestra obvious human guts human signs gospel guts gruppen legend of zelda rupees) Nonchromatic noise combusts mortal kombat claw ball noise
Combustible noise cuts across cycles wound circles (a grouping of diversities into new unity, enabled partly by a common middle-high register / speed dash harmonic restlessness) I search restless new noise language and language rainforest rhizome Restless harmolodics hit avant-funk flesh / flesh as noise serial counterpoint
I wolf a restless music / undifferentiated desert devours counterpoint
I wolf a restless music / towards the relation of eight printed pages Toward the relation of eight printed pages pantonal noise Toward word walk work word towards the relation of eight printed pages Toward wall lall leer linger spiders spider sprawl spawn ash I drag ash towards Book I drag the relation of eight printed pages toward Book
I wolf work towards a restless music / music emerges middle lanuage and metal language
Tony Oxley, the free improvisation drummer and percussionist, passed away yesterday I listen to several recordings of his music in memory I listen to two of his collaborations with Cecil Taylor: Birdland, Neuberg 2011, and Being Astral and all Registers – Power of Two I listen to his duets with Bill Dixon Papyrus Volume I and Papyrus Volume II Tony Oxley plays an extended free rhythmic beauty, brush bodies bold percussion prayer I prayer a more percussive palm tree garden / god gesture krystal klangfarbenmelodie God gesture ghosts green garden green goblin klangfarbenmelodie khora Percussion punk ply prayer (moments when the trumpeter and percussion seem to be working on different ideas)
I wolf a restless music multidirectional / I improvise percussion body inside I improvise something else!!! something different!! multidirectional different dives desert divergent divers I pulse percussion Taryn tungsten tongues of fire: I paste flat percussion taryn tongues of fire twister trickster Holy Spirit tongues improvise new cross new Christianity / time out of joint free jazz
Improvise river rubato rabbit punches: river rubato duck amok massive rabbit noise Rabbit rectangles river film noir noise Noise knocks unpredictable content Noise allows vulgar materials incorporated into the performance Noise arks additional noise multiplicity Noise noir simple multiplicity and multiple simplicity
Noise nurtures unpredictable content (The body of the woman is the overwhelming of the flesh. The woman is a concrete universal: she is a world, not an externalized world, but under the world, the warm interiority of the world, a compressed internalized world) Noise allows vulgar materials incorporated into the performance (There was nothing she wouldn’t do to sell – and nothing she wouldn’t sell! POUND OF FLESH a daring expose of how a girl can buy her career – and sell her soul) Noise noir net new complexity new simplicity (Tony Oxley plays time in the poem of polyrhythmic beats, without losing the original groove, just to pick it up later on)
I jam jar percussion: bowls, pieces of wire, screws, and other metal objects that creates a wide range of pure sounds
Sounds hound ben body whore of babylon hundreds Sound radios radical open: open rectangle torpor rhombus ballast body without organs (Each go through so many bodies in each other: Christina slowly extracted from the group of girls with its own number, organization, code and hierarchy, and Christina’s own multiplicities in her body in her bowls and pieces of wire) Bowls bore bones pieces of wire women valley of dolls and valleys of neptune / ben ball bone ragdoll newtonian physics
Sounds wounds general relativity god guts gospel ground guinol
Napalm noise nudges fiery bodies reverb rebar / rhizome rhombus Rhombus rattles ribosome noise sore sound disintegration Some sound disintegrates nondirectional noise noise fiery bodies (a number of bodies become trapped in the eddies stirred up by the bridge’s massive stone piers, and sometimes wash up as far away as the Farallon Islands, about thirty miles off)
Difficult to determine whether it elevates, denigrates, or celebrates the sources of the materials (I attempt to celebrate my pulps and horrors and pornographies but sometimes I denigrate these hatchet horrors I hope not to dilute the pornographic but to distill a purer pornography / a more condensed crucified cock flagellating phallus as cross) (I peel pornographic noise and body horror noise peel aporias)
I consider myself more a percussionist, in contrast to a jazz drummer who keeps time, says Tony Oxley. In the new improvised music, a percussion can interrupt the flow of his playing without affecting the nature of his relationship to the other players, he says.
I Dwell Dark Desolation Of Desolation
These are the secret sayings which the Living Jesus spoke and which Didymus Judas Thomas wrote down
And he said, whoever finds the interpretation of these sayings will not experience death
Secret sayings oxbow serpent body without organs Secret sayings oxbow seer serpent body without organs oxbow secret sayings
I spin secret sayings separate and not separate from the Book I spool secret saying most young kings get their heads cut off
I struggle secret sayings and I grapple gospel Gospel girth gnaws gar guts got (get-get-get-get got-got-got-got blood rush to my head lit hot lock gospels) I grapple gospels and struggle sayings in a desolate place / ben hinnom abomination of desolation I grapple gospel and I read the Terrible Sonnets of Gerard Manley Hopkins (In March 1884, Gerard Manley Hopkins’ depression worsened. While writing to Bridges on Odes and Eclogue, a book sent to him by Dixon, he suddenly writes in capitals: “AND WHAT DOES ANYTHING ALL MATTER?” Later he continues “I am in great weakness. I cannot spend more time writing now.”) I suffer from terrible depression and I wrestle the writing
I suffer from several strings cell inharmonic serpents I suffer from several serpents similar and I mine Nathan of Gaza’s defense and interpretation of Sabbatai Sevi’s wildly varying moods: The sufferings reported of Job really refer to Sabbatai Sevi, who suffered the most dreadful torments at the hands of the diverse qelippoth… For his soul was in the depth of the great abyss. Darkness, clouds, and thick darkness went around him, and when he issues as if out of the womb, thick darkness was a swaddling band for him… I dwell dark and I inhabit thick dark der desert des des I dwell dark desolation of desolation and displaced desolation, and abyss adjoins alphabets
I read the Terrible Sonnets by Gerard Manley Hopkins and I endure the absence of Christina as the absence of God I endure empty earth and empty tomb but the body stolen and the sonnets swarms dark several inharmonic serpents (No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief, more pants will, schooled at forepangs, wilder wring. Comforter, where, where is your comforting?) I search the secret sayings for comfort but I only uncover abyssal serpents: I disturb subterranean dark and thick dark chaotic absence I grieve wild wind word woman wilderness I lose language looser and logos lasers open body awful
My awful body opens desolation desolation / open map mine twenty-five unbound pages for one to twenty-five pianists I arrange my body open absence absent maps and pages (notated symmetries reversible top and bottom orientation)
String serpents hacksaw shim (swim skim stem skins) spirals Serpents spiral open body awful finnegans wake work a thousand plateaus
I read the Gospel of Thomas and Gerard Manley Hopkins: Whoever finds the interpretation of these sayings will not experience death / as kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame
I more language awry: language away wing wormwood language bitten
As arc amp ana As amp arc ana as aim As ash ore amp amp As ark asp art hatch stash horn gore home invasion horror (I hold horror hobble skirt I skirt search sleep horror) As ant ale ash As ant ash swash crash as As ana manna match cut avenue
Awake I swerve word I weird word wyrd verb vision I swerve wing language kingcatcher climb clay (Kingcatchers cool a more liquid space space / page page / play) (Liquid play lengthens funk Funk extends interior thunder numbers)
Awake I swear word divine names in air Awake word shears word horn work how horn names (I wear the Book as a bow-tie and a population bottleneck neck tie)
Awake word weird antelope beetle bows brook Awake word anise swallowtail butterfly beads body bass brain
I awake with the Book: I awake bourbon of Cathy Berberian book basketweave Word weaves skeleton spongework work porous whir new vocality I now horn how vision vocalise sum scissor sorcerer Sorcerer seizes suicide suicide by two hand grenades
I awake with Book and I open the Book open map mine twenty-five unnumbered pages I awake with open Book jagged eye orgasms Open Book jagged bodies jar joined jagged maps I map eye to other body bodice book bondage Book opens reversible top and bottom orientations Open Book bar bog jagged bodies joined jagged maps / from flesh From flesh place face eye maps
From flesh, open Book double body desert and I map eye to other body bodice book bondage Book I map eye to other eye places faces displaced from no map No map but human faces: female faces unfocused open Book Unfocused faces do not map Book but catch fire fire blurred bodies without organs face fuck no maps
I open the Book and I place myself at the threshold At her threshold, I examine mine recaptured words
I have been wandering for two thousand years I travel from threshold to threshold: I travel train open book suicide syntax Syntax travels threshold the serpentcoach Syntax tail travels in serpent syntax in serpent I travel two thousand years towards the threshold and threshold sling syntax serpent bone I sign syntax serpent bone signs gospel bone traction or train turtle taryn In the serpent coach syntax Christina: in the serpentcoach kingfishers catch fire I travel tow thousand years open Book switchback ben hinnom tao hum
Can I ask you again about the relationship between my writing and prophecy and vision? I ask Asia. I already told you about my loosey-goosey view of prophecy, she says. Prophecy is the capacity of your writing to reach and speak to others, so they are connected because it is the medium that you do that with, she says. My medium is prophecy? No, your medium is the written language, she says. You use written language to translate and recreate the world around you and others are touched and altered and spoken through because of that. I know that my view isn’t very traditional because of the lack of higher power but I hope it can be empowering to know that the part of you that reaches and speaks to others is the part of you that is human, says Asia. I know it can be difficult for my writing to prophesy to you, I say. I hope our friendship and conversations can prophesy to you even when my writing cannot, I say. I think it does, she says. You prophesy to me, I say. Thanks – that means a lot, says Asia.
An open Book (an awry away anna early) contaminates an open Book Open Book an aim aside switch unpredictable content fixed to a time and space Open Book allows vulgar materials to be incorporated into the performance
An open Book prophesies additional Books: unending and simultaneously undermined Books
An open Book prophesies tenor saxophone syntax Tenor saxophone syntax trace television static static train erratic syntax Book prophesies erratic syntax ekstasis
I improvise an open Book tenor saxophone syntax Tenor icebox syntax slack syntax infest icicle I sinew strange syntax iguana god indigo
I improvise open an only open body and my body open awful contaminated Book (another Hershell Gordon Lewis classic ore movie “Hair today, gone tomorrow” GRUESOME TWOSOME co-ed cuties scalped alive for fun and profit) I allow vulgar materials to be incorporated into the performance and I cannot determine whether I elevate, degenerate, or celebrate the sources of the materials (let him who seeks not stop seeking until eh finds, and upon finding, he will be disturbed)
I prophesy additional multiplicity I prophesy open book additional multiplicity mix machine modal body machines (I write creativity at the point of juxtaposition)
I improvise tenor saxophone syntax iguana god indigo (go go gadget the owl in daylight) I do not finish the owl in daylight but I listen to an unfinished symphony / owl or ore over exegesis
You have to assemble the religions, writes Philip K. Dick. So one encounters her as human… Helen of Troy who hatches from an egg. And of course most of all, she is my sister…
Christina opens the Book and the two thousand year old door threshold and she contaminates the Book empty cross and empty tomb
I grieve an open Book and I prophesy a Christina gospel grieving
Syntax serpentcoach curl sister at the threshold The Owl in Daylight lap latitudes tinker tenor saxophone syntax / cigarette tar impact Book barrages impact crater city cross syntax
Syntax sampled creatively at the point of juxtaposition Syntax integration of other media machines machines
So there is this giant bird’s nest on the lights by the high school football field, says Asia. I talked to my father-in-law into letting me borrow his binoculars. IT’S AN OSPREY NEST. Here is my shitty picture. They can have a wingspan of up to 6 feet. Aren’t they beautiful? The world is a magical place. I think I would miss the wildlife if I moved away, says Asia.
Serpentcoach syntax reproduces certain aspects of daily life
She exists in the microform plural in our world and reproduces certain aspects of daily life
My open body bands Book bird’s nest and the osprey slices syntax tenors Osprey says secret body open ocean and I swing serpent abyss Sabbatai Sevi Osprey sheds sled syntax surreal (a negative of a horse that happens to melt through while dying Pull sample jungle of the woods Woods warps words dark woods midway)
I grieve subtle syntax and multiplicative surreal I grieve surreal sin gospel simulation Christina simulates a universe without ben adam
Sign sigs sin sow sew sign Sign sing dim sin snake in sign Sign sap sip sup soap saw sud sin Sap stop sound seer small letters larger: larger sign sap sting sea
Open sign sees signs gospel Open book birds sign Christina summer and her son of man grows sound sap I see sap sound seer small letters larger: larger signs sap sea sting string name nettle Now gnaw net gap gnosis
I Note Her Name And I Grieve Her Name
Who knows? Something valuable in these notes?
I note her name and I grieve her name I name Christina chrism stations of the cross I note the sequenza of my language to explain the deep grief I feel over Christina’s absence in my life and her easy disappearance reveals again Christ crucified / god is dead Only when God is dead can Being begin in every Now, writes Thomas J.J. Altizer I pronounce the name of God as the Death of God and the absence of Christina reinscribes the crucified and dead Christ I live in the Holy Saturday: I live in the tomb still occupied by the body of Jesus
I sometimes – or often – feel Christina was the one who got away – what a banal and hysterical thought I don’t allow myself to have such cliché and romantic thoughts, but Christina (and the absence of Christina) always reveals my romantic I abandon my romantic for my experimental (I am large; I contain multitudes) Christina always unexpectedly erupts into the text romantic and banal and I choose to document the intrusions
I’m using modes now because I’m trying to get more form in the free form… I’d like to play something – like the beginning of “Ghosts” – that people can hum
I listen to Albert Ayler “Ghosts” and Taylor Swift’s “The 1” / Who knows? Maybe something valuable in these notes?
I note names without names and her name nectars absence Her name noodles Ghosts using modes and holy ghost free improvisation I note names without names her name nebulous ambiguous abyss I note her names now without names nebulous numbers and I number her name prime numbers and twin prime conjecture (Her name injects a triad pythagoreanism and name now neo-pythagoreanism) I number notes not then her names not knot Christina desert double knot No name but her name and something valuable in these notes
I note ox ox black sox open ocean I note ox outdoor odd oil and I add oil ox outdoor damn drink skating rink I rink ring note not near her names transformed into numbers
I use modes now because I try to get more form in the free form I form a writing open New York School and Earle Brown December 1952 I fill fly fixed modules with idiosyncratic mixtures of notation
I use modes now and I name the mixture of materials note open open ocean I divide the past into material and I divide materials into numbered events / named events I name event eventual series
I simultaneously free myself from the Book with more constraints and less constrained both directions at once
In taking these notes, I’m trusting myself to the banality that is in me, writes Roland Barthes Bethlehem births banal ben hinnom I slouch toward Bethlehem and build banal staircase banister / stair barcode codex Nag Hammadi Codex names banal ben hinnom Hinnom winnows homing missile / missile mystery X mystery I winnow hinnom word walk window drawings
I draw a straight line and walk on it I learn lines as lewd laughter I learn lines lake laughter loud cloud loch ness I line now loch ness notches nested polyphony I seldom draw notes but scale the alphabet mosquitos I seldom draw spoons but spoon spool moon thread taryn (taryn textures tunnel turtles taryn towers sea: tea atonal tuft truck bodies Bodies tap tape axe bodies my altered face altar) I seldom draw spoons but the spoon appears moon speed sea of reeds Sea of reeds speeds spoons ben hinnom blacksmithing (I blacksmith sheets of sound body sonar zero dagger)
I seldom draw but search spool speech: any thread taryn ter taryn tuned to my bones Thread bone drone draw I draw drone oval orphan work and I work apparitions I work Christina’s ghost modal mixed Albert Ayler’s Ghosts and I hum melody drone bone developing variations I work additional apparitions name ghost drones / ghosts spiral Taryn on tour hauntology
I look language apparitions I look language Taryn transit transitions: ghosts jump cut language collage Ghost collage clash play (Play with the open mouth and with full but diffuse respiration – as if your breath were cut off)
I seldom draw and I draw neither bird nor ornament but an ouroboros improvisation I improvise bird ben birds and birds bodies ben Birds bird bodies ben blue bathers Birds burst hearse cursed bodies: bodies heat castle catacombs killed krill newspapers I draw the newspaper and I fold newspapers into ocean ouroboros Newspaper arrange pod cave aporia invasion of the body snatchers
I become aware of the Book as experiment and exploration and I become aware of Christian Missing and Christina Empty Tomb but I do not witness her resurrection I do not witness her transformed body (What is sown is perishable, what raised is imperishable… It is sown a physical body and raised a spiritual body) As often what happens in methodologically significant events in my life, I find the Exegesis of Philip K. Dick a touchstone and an island desert of resonance, and I see parallels between how he talks about his twin sister and how I grieve for Christina:
[39:19] Creation is mind – i.e. Brahman. But beyond that mind (noös) is brain: her. Yet she also exists in microform plural in our world. This is the hermetic “as it is above so below”. You have to assemble the religions they’re individually pieces. So one encounters her as human. I’m just saying, Christ is female. She is ultimately Beauty: Helen of Troy who hatched from an egg. And of course most of all she is my sister. I am a thought in my sister’s mind…
Christina, my sister, continues to write the Book, my own exegesis Christina, the female Christ, assembles religions rhizomes rhizomes / she’s not here for she has risen Christina, my sister, continues to write the Book separate and not separate from the Book / most young kings get their heads cut off Separate serpents simply cut catastrophes (ben cooked bone ben bone the raw and the cooked) I cook bone bent straw hell mouth map magma I cook book more magma music new complexities Book more more bone ox eek earth etch / I seldom draw spoons but the moon mourns ben hinnom Malchut morras ben hinnom hint hush hauntologies
Christina haunts twin sisters and twin primes and Christina kisses the cross empty calf stranded across the creek Christina kisses ghost calf creek chorus stranded choir Ghosts strand stand saw ice calves calves coils castles / castle cool cathedral Christina haunts twin sisters church coffins and my Book of Sand as coffin cools often bodies Calf strands star jelly fish streams or salmon storms Her calf soaks stand stone cork cane coffin cadillac (Christian cadillac drives my hauntological Christianity) Christian calf strands cadillac stranded: stand Shelby Cobra some coal sodom and gomorrah
Yet she also exists in microform in our world… so one encounters her as a human I encounter Christina as human: I encounter Christina as Christian The Woman of the Cross draws spoon serpents separate and not separate from the Book
Christina my sister sews several strings inharmonic serpents Sister severs strings hacksaw serpents swim (skim shim skin swim) spirals Her serpent spirals finnegans wake work a thousand plateaus
I work a thousand plateaus play a thousand parousia (I experiment every iteration and repetition of the apocalypse) I work a thousand plateaus calf ragged ranges ben bellowing / ragged ranges calf rhizomes domain of desert
Her gospel displaces and the place I’m from is no longer on any map Her gospel displaces desert and the Book of the Desert maps nonexistent I seek and I continue seeking new gospels: her gospel sister cauldron immediate rhizome The place I’m from is no longer on any map and when I find, I become troubled (I map parables and the passion on no map but the place displaces desert I repeat the desert overextends the map and devours)
The place from no longer exists the map From the place, no map and map chews open mouth The place from no longer but shorter body fat duration (Map most desiring-machines machine flesh fragments) No maps map margins machines desert distance margins map body white fish scale surface / scale map butterfly wings
The place I’m from is no longer on any map and one encounters her as a human Christian the Human One appears on no map but displaces any firm place and I play unsteady serpent chaos I play unsteady chaos Christ and Serpent Christina / I am a thought in her mind
Near Neither None Dark Desert
Desert music and desert melody maps my body gnostic gospels Desert music mer magazine labyrinth textile lights or fireflies and the looping sand codex crosses my body many crypts
Desert transforms as constant contaminated flesh function and its musics mutate maps bodies skeletons bonfires
I prophesy desert ox oracle bone I prophesy desert oracle bone bold flesh telephone I telephone font mytheme Taryn Theater
I feel in ghosts: ghosts desert and ghost pedal point Pedal point presses play ghosts, the music in meandering melodic fragments
I feel flesh font phantoms I prophesy flesh font fount phantom ghost phalanx: phalanx shank shake snake telephone font I feel ghost type and ghost tape and a phantom camera clamps bone shatter
Sometimes I need to be alone and listen to Thelonious Monk Alone I listen to Thelonious Monk Quartet with John Coltrane and Carnegie Hall I listen slow sheets of sound serious sleep
Slower I prophesy simultaneous ghosts I deliver slow ghost desert globule gospels I grasp gospel neither bird nor ornament but ouroboros I wrestle gospels neither bird nor ornament but lizard ostinato Slow ostinato narrates sand lizard soda glass gas giants (giant jump surreal blues gas jump god inland empire)
Near neither, bird ben body monody: monody modal mystery plays, a plane play initiations
Near neither none dark desert (I tour desert dark detour) Near neither or ostinato nor, bladed birds body rhythms I improvise birds tenor saxophone solo and peacock melody tines neither antiopera monodrama: drama desert melodic
Bird ben body without organs narrative trace train tracks and wolf tracks / scavenger bodies
She sound bodies hyena She sound bodies razor hone neither leather tones
I bring birds and frequently listen to Albert Ayler Ayler wails hyena holy ghost and I grieve double desert double death (I studied musical composition in college, and Christina told me she had cancer: I thought we would both die and I worked on a composition called the Double Requiem for Voices and Orchestra It wasn’t very good like this writing isn’t very good but I didn’t know how else to grieve except through creation I create badly but at least I create)
Desert tones tan tangent total roll Taryn Desert tones ten tur tern turn tonality Desert tonality tunes trim trace pantonality / apophatic atonal Homophonic textures trail detached monophony
Sometimes I need to be alone and I listen to Thelonious Monk
Alone and I listen read lights of varying intensities (Who knows? Maybe something valuable in these notes?) Alone I note deserts doubled deserts
I note names without names I note names now without names name numbers (I adapt movements in multiple ways) I number notes not neither or birds name Taryn No name now but something valuable in these notes not ox but ostinato ouroboros
I listen to Albert Ayler “Ghosts” and Taylor Swift’s “The 1” and I reminisce all the time Christina but it would've been fun if you would’ve been the one
Conversations With Asia 08/16/2020 7:35 AM
I’m listening to Taylor Swift’s new album, says Asia. How do you like it? I say. I have only heard a couple songs – it takes me awhile to listen to the whole album, I say. I’m currently listening to Cardigan, she says. I’m digging it, like it’s definitely something I would play while cleaning the house. Her pop albums are a guilty pleasure of mine, I say. Someone made a mash-up album of her and Aphex Twin and I love that album.
(The mash-up album is called Aphex Swift and it was done by David Rees and released on SoundCloud in 2014)
Who knows? Something valuable in these notes
In My Grief, I Seek Differently
Now I experiment announced and announced: annunciation of my heap of languages Languages shepherd outwards wild word and I experiment my mess wild women lighthouse Lighthouse works lights ligaments and ligatures
In my grief, I seek differently I seek differently and let him who seeks continue seeking until he finds I find unfinished fire differently In my grief, I experiment fragmented modular modal odd repetition (to get anywhere with this to discard or repeat the desert) My grief jars discontinuous
I increase chatter: taryn chattering teeth I increase chatter increasing function flatworm flesh flat I place platform flatworm flesh fugue burned fragrances / I place or play perfume playground I partake perfume flash platypus playground increase chatter Increased chatter kill child of humanity I increase ambiguous human languages long duration chatter
I chatter human languages and god languages: the same language I chatter stations of the cross and when I find, I will become amazed I repeat stations of the cross and cross chatters place of the skull sketch bone scaffolding I pronounce the body of the cross
I chatter cross reserved for pronounced sounds / for which no pronunciation exists I pronounce play as PROCESS and process as PLAY I play flatter rate my face sloped strange south or southern gothic no gap I pronounce prime gap tooth gap gum play I pronounce a pesky and persistent horror / pine pore pour pestilence
I chatter cross reserved for pronounced sounds / human body for which no pronunciation exists I pronounce ambiguous aporia: not approach but cliff I clear cliff claw bodies can categorized bodies
I hammer human bodies son of man permutations and I play permutations and process I play its unpronounceable permutations and the vowels hammer human vertical I pronounce human hard bop the theme tape permutations
I pronounce sheets of sounds audible frictions and permutations / it’s not filler, it’s exploration
I explore my grief haphazardly and discontinuously
My writing is such a mess, I say. Any advice? Give yourself some time, says Asia. I’ve found that sometimes, when you are going through a significant and impactful event, it can be difficult to write about it while you are still going through it. You sometimes don’t have the right perspective because you are still in it and what you do manage to write doesn't seem to capture the scope of it. Outside of trying to transcribe that specific feeling, it can be hard to write or create in general, so be patient and be kind to yourself, says Asia.
I explore my grief haphazardly and discontinuously, and often indirectly – if I contact this real, this kontakte real rhizome, it might destroy me completely I work and grieve a discontinuous stations of the cross
It’s not filler, it’s exploration Explore implore four-score gap ground row round rib cage Johnny Cage cage crash cataclysm
I grieve discontinuous crash bandicoot it’s not filler it’s exploration explore human flesh large sound long lore more sound Explore loud sound lunar landing moto mobile module
I chatter mobile I grieve mobile mirror I chatter mobile meteor mirror I explore mirror mobile map map experiment I map mirror murmur micropolyphony I explore micropolyphonic photograph graphomania / manic local maximum I explore loop manic local maximum it’s not filler it’s exploration Explore gospel of mark and explore secret gospel of mark manic sheets of sound sonar gospels
I pronounce my body secret name I came to my body through interrogation of the Book I confront my face through questioning the Book I write the Book with wounded words I rewrite the Book with worded wounds and my wounds helicopter transparent words
I pronounce the Tetragrammaton as written I pronounce the Yod Hay Vav Hay with Sabbatai Sevi vowels (vowels volt vertical visions) I pronounce hermetic as heretic and an apostate / apostolic archegrammar I pronounce gospel without sound: gospel for which no pronunciation exists
I pronounce ox I pronounce an ox an open an ox orion open orchestra I pronounce ox oak orchestra open bone book battery I ore ox or battery ox ore from open bone bas of bones Bone bat ox ox or tail talon owl open Taryn Ox open syllabic verse paste place place absurd I slant south syllables: I face syllable sign stress ox rock rhizome I slant face south punch stone sling syllable I sway sling ring slant: I slant swing syllable soft syncopated line length I lengthen bone light lengthen lit lap chair char rare: I side chair sit rare red length
I lengthen bone metal music – something like Tom Waits’ Bone Machine shakes stone skin she’s such a scream I lengthen human figure hammer: a human music I lengthen bone music images mirrored mirages
I explore my human grieving and I grieve the god-Christina discontinuous I explore Christina cursive, the legato pronunciation of her names I pronounce her names sounds musics and I mirror musics map mirages / Las Vegas signified sound hypersigils
Writing and reading and opening the Book: all inscribe with wounded words and wide word voids
With wide, I work void death's write shadow White shadow without shadow sways secret syllable: I speak her syllables subterranean sigil With wide death, her desert shadow strings my hastily sketched body / body bound Book body unbound Book
I pronounce without pronunciation protean and prometheus I pronounce the Book as simultaneous blessing and cruse I pronounce the book sinus rhythm sinus tachycardia cardiac arrest aporia
Death inscribed prior to my birth begins Book (I pronounce unpronounceable Book with hidden tetragrammaton)
Death with death dig inverted desert dome dome shadow dome shadow I speak shadow syllables free jazz shout choruses / short improvisation holy ghosts
I’m using modes now, because I’m trying to get more form in the free form… I’d like to play something – like the beginning of “Ghosts” – that people can hum. And I want to play songs like I used to sing when I was real small. Folk melodies that all people will understand. I’d use those melodies as a start and have different simple melodies going in and out of a piece. From simpler melody to complicated textures to simplicity again and then back to the more dense, the more complex sounds…
I frequently listen to Albert Ayler and I interpret the mode and texture as a modular open writing and anarchic mobile writing I write open holy ghost New York school or Earl Brown December 1952 I frequent fixed modules through often idiosyncratic mixtures of notation
I divide the page into material and I divide material into numbered events / eventual series I meander mode to open modes more form into the free form and more human form into the free form I free myself from the Book through constraints and light light limits
He who seeks, let him no cease seeking until he finds; and when he finds, he will be troubled
I seek a periodic leap of language that languishes radioactive (In my craft or sullen art exercised in the still night)
I seek in my craft, melody: craft raft rift written melody reinterpreted I interpret the melody you are the one who writes and the one who is written I seek a melodic craft shifts rift written sand sound (I sound fire melody and free melody low light momentum) I craft rift shift sound funk and soul I seek and sometimes find funk and soul shift sound syntax
I seek syntax crafts stitch strut flat scaffolding / I craft enjambs craft sift slow row I row craft Book rows towards god God graft gas gift gown drown body down melodic ghosts
I listen to Albert Ayler Ghost and Taylor Swift’s “The 1” I sleep somewhat sand nostalgic and I dream Christina it wouldn’t been fun if you would’ve been the one I sleep somewhat sand snow nostalgic russian nesting
I Grow Up Wild
I’m still thinking about yesterday, says Asia. It really brought up some old wounds. I’m really surprised how tangled up it got. Made me feel unwanted, like there is something flawed and wrong with me. Made me feel naive and feelings involving getting rejected by my parents got mixed in too, she says. That makes sense, I say. You know, I relate to those feelings a lot, often unjustified – like in our friendship, I need a lot of reassurance sometimes. But I feel you’re justified that way. You've had some difficult with relationships with people including your parents and you’ve been hurt. But you are worthy of acceptance, you are worthy of love and care. No doubt you’re the best version of Asia you've ever been and you’re only getting better. I appreciate you as a friend and person a lot! My life would be worse without you in it, I say. I know that in my head but it’s hard to fight this feeling, she says. Even growing up I was always the weird kid and it’s sometimes hard to get over the idea that other people might think I’m annoying and still pretend to be nice. I know it’s illogical. My partner thinks I should just text her: I just don’t want to be the one who initiates, says Asia. That makes sense to me, I say. I feel like we are a lot alike in some ways. Did you know I was really weird growing up? I mean I annoy you sometimes still! But we understand that happens. Maybe you sometimes annoy but you aren’t annoying, as a person. I think you’re a joy to talk to, I say. Thank you, it means a lot, says Asia. I’m not going to stop being me by any means. I’ve tried wearing the mask before: it doesn’t work. I’m not saying that everyone should like me. I just don’t want to be in a situation where someone who doesn't like me is pretending to. I would rather just be rejected than sitting around feeling I missteped somehow, says Asia.
I grow up weird and I grow up wild I grow wild wire voluptuous wolverine: her wolverine grow palm tree garden I grow upward weird palm tree garden wild Palm ward where I grow nag hammadi I still seek a sheets of sound or a deep summer serpent tradition (Taryn tradition and Taryn tabernacle) to ground a nomadic desert depth detailed in the deterritorialization of the Book I repeat Asia Rhizome and she doesn't annoy me but reveals me to me wild and wire word (And when she saw her male counterpart prostrate, she had pity on him, and she said: Adam! Become alive! Arise upon the earth! Immediately her word became accomplished fact) Immediately Asia’s word reveals me to me, and she participates with the Book paraclete-parousia parousia-paraclete Asia doesn't annoy but anoints (you anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows)
I search for a holy spirit word and a wild serpent word I search for horned serpent oil (Then Samuel, with the horn of oil in hand, anointed him in the midst of his brothers, and from that day on, the spirit of YHVH rushed upon David) Spirit of YHVH rushes rainwaters weird Asia Rhizome sheets sphinx
Hey – I feel fucked and I don’t feel creative or inspired (that absent intense inhale holy ghost, absent as Christina and only wisps as phantasms) but I only know how to write so I write, even rhizome raw or mixed messes Messes minuet micropolyphonic metallurgy trio of metals Hey – I feel fucked so I fuck with language: metallic telephone language tongue frame hammer host absent holy ghost I adopt absent holy ghost long line host sheets of sound I sleep sheets beach short slow slices: I do not surrender to sleep (those little slices of death, how I loathe them) but I prophesy sabbath X sabbath flying saucer sun ra Beach shore slow slices minimalist sheets / lines with permutations
I sleep sheet beach bay of blood and I bathe blood a methodical and monotonous writing I write sleep sit slut book metaphysics Physics mix metals flesh figure hammer frames
I hammer human son of man permutations
How difficult to write in Christina’s absence!
I hammer human son of man permutations / I permutate human form I permutate human form and human frame insect exoskeleton combinations
I discard this combination but I live insects in the desert / in Christina’s absence I eat locusts and wild honey and I prophesy desert desert of Judea Locust desert desert of Judea (the barren region west of the dead sea extending up to the Jordan Valley)
I hammer human face desert hauntology My face swarms silver human insects and I permutate human hard bop the theme (Jesus says: Let him who seeks cease not to seek until he finds: when he finds, he will wonder, and when he wonders, he will reign, and reigning, he will have rest) (I continue seeking and I do not cease seeking) (Could you reassure me? I ask Asia. Tell me what our friendship means to you; tell me if you think I will survive my troubles. Your friendship means a lot to me and you will survive this, she says. Do me a favor and encourage me to pick up my medicine today. Pick up your medication, scrub, says Asia)
I Draw At And Ocean Christina Absence
I draw oval agon and oval again / I draw deserts what the water gave me and what I saw in the water I draw oval waters agon and oval again reed sea: red waters give me abundant bodies in deserts I draw red waters and the waters give me god women / women among reed waters red Reed waters awake precisely her legs and feet / ben nude bathers
I draw waters oval red orange on pink I revive red orange on pink waters and I awake round red I read red pink oil on ocean: I open ocean pink clouds canvas I draw oil on paper laid down on canvas
I quicken red on canvas cool jazz pink I peak with pink and pink plays canvas iron core (I dream my body canvas iron wine cork / cork canoe or can collapse I cook my body canvas cannoli conic section rhizome ravioli / absurd pasta prayer seer peers black canvas) I quicken red on black canvas human crosses
I draw black hole black canvas paintings I draw black prints plays the plane of my face: face surfaces see black sea I draw black and see: seer peers black canvas and black sea I see sea sent sea black red ruff rough / rough rhizome rudiments I see raw ring black sea and I rattle rhythm raw black metal rhizome
I draw differently and although I repeat the language of the desert I draw the desert anew (revived dunes and bereshit book of sand) I draw differently and I draw the desert deserts rhizomes / raw black metal rudiments I draw the difference dirty and I drink different deserts the dream and dying moon I draw this as a dream with a deepening desert landscape looped in magnetic palimpsest sediments: I sketch the silt and sediment different silica I dream the desert sketch differently and I draw the desert dream with differences, and its driving depths distills radical dream colors I dream the desert orange on orange and pink on pink / parallax with deep focus
I draw a long drive into the desert and the word wheels wild Word weird wings wild desert and I detail the desert dream length and dream width, and I wind the word in its landscape death
I draw the cut between flat plane and transition, and I play from transition to transition
I draw flat play face polygons I play polygons grapple human faces forced perspectives Faces floor flat forces perspectives pierce speculum that doesn't shine I flay flat forced perspective polygons polyrhythm rhizomes (face inserted abrupt by the face) (face forced perspective play fuck the face)
I play flat printing press / ink intestine ink squid innards black pasta I play plus flat unpaired machines finally coupled across book machine
I play the frame further desert and I couple the Book to the desert
I couple the Book with the play of the face I couple Christina’s face with the Book ball human body (Maybe I have to accept Christina is gone forever even if the reasons why are unknown while also accepting our friendship is for the rest of my life, even if it is painful, I say to Asia. It makes sense, says Asia. Those might be good things to accept. I’m sorry that you don’t have closure on this, she says. I will do my best to accept both. But even if I do, there will be a lot of trouble, but I feel a lot of strength from our friendship, I say. I’m glad that I can help you be strong, says Asia) (If I’m grieving and in pain everyday from now on, is that OK? I will you still be here and be my friend? Do you think we would still be able to grow then if I never feel relief from grief? Yes to all three, says Asia)
I couple the Book with the play of the face The poem becomes more than a frame for the weaving or ornamental arabesques, and becomes the simultaneous center and absence of the whole body of sound
I couple the Book with the play of the fragmented face and the face fulfills a cinema of fragments / a film face of absences I assemble the cinema of fragments as the image of her face, and her face forced perspective propellers the body image new materials new materials emerge from the fragments and assemblages (prefabricated elements which can be disassembled and reassembled by the artist into ajar juxtapositions)
I draw fragments and assemblages I draw the desert pulp fragments and pulp assemblages (SCANDALOUS FRENCH DOCTOR The fascinating story of the loves and forbidden desires of a girl-hungry french doctor in Paris) I draw scandal: the scandal of the cross and the scandal of the holy spirit I draw oval agon again scandal scourge skipping stone
I draw stone and stone drifts syntax I draw sleep syntax sheets of sound I draw myself drifts desert and syntax sheets of sound shout syntax tent drifts desert
Conversations with Asia 08/15/2020 4:05 AM
I’m realizing that I actually am kinda upset about the idea of not getting an actual wedding, says Asia. And I’m still very much mad at my sister. You’re not getting an actual wedding? I say. I can't afford it. My parents paid for my sister’s but aren’t going to pay for mine. What you should do to make up for it is do an anniversary honeymoon when you're able to afford it, I say. We were planning on doing a courthouse wedding, then maybe a small party. I hope you’ll invite me! I say. That's a long way to go for a weeding. Yeah, but it would be cool.
Asia and her partner had a wedding in her parent’s backyard with a small party with her family – it was live-streamed and I watched it live I feel very grateful to have been a part of it I continue drawing: I draw the oval desert and I draw Asia’s wedding in the desert sprouts into bright blossoms I draw the oval desert bloom and the black canvas desert but I do not know how to draw the grieving I draw a long drive into the many deserts but I do not outdrive the oceanic absence of Christina I draw at and ocean Christina absence, and Christian gone from me draws red oval again god gone from me Asia follows me into desert and draws grief with me
I experiment with this messy body, body blood brain bone and it spills into the drawing and grieving desert It spills into Asia conversation and Asia wedding (I recently edited some writing – the current gap from initial writing in the “main” note book to editing and computer transcription is approximately a four month gap – and the conversations I had with Christina deeply grieve me now Past Ben grieves not talking to Christina for five days – I later found out she was hospitalized for fluid on the brain – but if that Ben knew Christina would be absent from his life again for three months plus and counting, I’m not sure he could survive I’m not sure I can survive, but here I continue to write, surviving, and Asia and Taryn write with me)(I’ve been sketching some thoughts and my process with grieving Christina in a separate brainstorming notebook – what Christina and I have jokingly referred to as a mind monsoon in past conversations Hopefully I can finally start editing and transcribing that writing – I have to do something with this grief and lack of closure)
I experiment with this messy body and this messy book, and in my grief I continue to fuck with the syntax: syntax sheets of sound swim transition syntax Syntax stack sheets of sound slut transition syntax: sheets of sound syntax submarine syntax transition Sounds sheets shutter single slapstick syntax syntax bitchslap bitcoin bootstrap paradox
I sleep sheets of sound and I draw oval stones styrofoam syntax I draw sheets of sound stone monster montage: movie collision of shots sheets of sound syntax I sleep caesura Christina cave karst syntax Karst landscape sleeps crypt syntax workshed word sheet (I work the wheel long suicide simulation) (I simulate syntax hypercomputers I simulate hypercomputer skeleton key suicide I carve keystone suicide cryptid Christina hiding from documentation / cryto-Christians hiding in crypts)
I draw orange ovals and grieve sheets of sound syntax I grieve Christina god Christina syntax cut in contrast syntax
I draw oval agon the poem more a frame for the weaving of ornamental arabesques and I center word music word I center word music word and the absence the musical process consumes the written language My languages laugh passing accents: my languages laugh accentuated accents acentered
I grieve pantonal agonal gasps I grieve gasps agon gouged earth counterpoint I grieve and keep sabbath counterpoint: counterpoint keep pedal point flat play polygons I play mermaid purse skating rink torture rack raptors (I imagine myself as various raptors: velociraptor, utah raptors, and microraptors I meet microraptors microcosm the odd combination of violence and vagueness)
I grieve drawn stone and black stone steer violence I grieve violent visions vague visions vagus nerve sun noise I grieve now noise sprawl cell hall haul horror bodies I write this mess of a body body horror (close your eyes for a second… and sleep forever THE SLUMBER PARTY MASSACRE) I grieve my mess of a body burden of the valley of vision / vision violence horror bodies bodies horrify haul hall maul face mace bashed-face blood batarang Ben hinnom batarang human hang body hockets (I grieve drawn stone counterpoints and play polygon polyrhythms) (I hang body hockets hookworm hookers)
I meander the messy horror of my body (when there’s no room in hell the dead will walk the earth. First there was Night of the Living Dead. Now George A. Romero’s DAWN OF THE DEAD) I draw dead with dead death valley stones
A Short Interlude
Repetition reveals Book repetition Repetition reveals Book repetition rhizome repetition: ben body repeated as minimalist modular waits Ben body repeats postminimalist modular units / language scale late Morton Feldman pieces
Rhizome repeats Book rhizome and I play jazz long melody / I repeat the melodic desert fragment I repeat desert melody machine rhizome and rhizome repeats rhizome real apocalypse I repeat apocalypse what way names applied to things I repeat her names trembling hold manner of variation and shift I repeat sly shift tempo changes: shift nasum grindcore viscera hang by tactile and auditory cuts
Repetition reveals me her you dreamed before and before dream, God Before I dream here her, woman Is here her you dreamed before the very dreams and it condensates dancing complete droplets I dance repetitive desert incomplete rain: her rain couples droplet detective stories Is her red dream repeat her red herring detective stories In one desert disguised as a garden, I dream dim rain I dreamed before the most real dream and I rotate murky hands beyond the bull fight I dream before the most real dream, the dream dropkick taryn titans and I stone yellow keys behind the light
I repeat real dream and real desert (real flesh death real and eternal)