What is painting trace human body She uses body folds and endlessly explores a model when zigzag and v-shaped geometric forms connect with the architecture My body paints camera Christina cunt cataract calls to cataract
I paint and nail crucifixion canvases I incorporate found objects into the crucifixions I incorporate found angels and angels irradiate my eyes islands spiders spinning
I paint aim ox ochre oxide neat nitrogen Paint aim them blight electronics tonic clonic khora Electronic elea kraftwerk khora / comic section circuits I paint pale patterns play experiment I experiment eye intensities insect intensities (I want to write more explicit experiments Write explicit pornographic activity active insect experiment)
An experiment An experiment: a body a boat a book An experiment ben body adam desert suicide with supplementary sources and redaction layers Ben adam blood blood accumulates geologies and archaeologies An experiment in terror: an experiment in terror interior tugboat tetragrammaton Grammar jaguar galaxy experiment Unmade machine matte paint meat languages Unmade mixolydian jazz loft matador bebop
EXPERIMENT EXCREMENT
EXPERIMENT EXCREMENT escape slate surf sleet sulfur EXPERIMENT EXCREMENT (Would you like to hear my new writing motto I came up with yesterday? I say. Sure, says Asia. EXPERIMENT EXCREMENT. It has multiple meanings. First meaning: make shit. Second meaning: explore and in the exploring it’s OK to make shit – bad – writing. Third it makes me think of the movie Holy Mountain, which is a crazy surrealistic movie using astrology and tarot imagery. There's a line: You are excrement… You change change yourself into gold… So transform my shit into gold. I like it, says Asia)
I paint and nail crucifixion canvases Paint pane park pigment / path plath plink plank pigment park punk Punk pan parade park brook splatter pigment I paint corner and light from the corner crucifixions Crucifixion combines constellations configurations / black flag film noir posters false flag operations
I paint a series of angels aggressively protruding into a room largely painted white I smear white light lamp space spear speech angels Light light redaction layers comic stone
What is writing What writings written what write What write this painting / collective assemblages of annunciations twist stake machinic assemblages What writing my body written paint assemblages / collected crucifixions I make the multiple mixed multiple crucifixions crane crossbars barre chord chaosmos
What write Asia among rivers written written A kind of noir a kind of blue blues and the abstract truth What write gestural god gold abstraction Gesture writing Raymond Pettibon paint black flag bone bronze orange noir / crucifixion contrasts Crucifixion contrasts chicago window Window worship whip zip zebra worship What write los angeles lacks all colors but I paint an aggressive assemblage of angels spherical angels mow membranes
Do you sense how all the parts of a good picture are involved with each other, not placed side by side?
All awl all parts bone witches All awl all all bone ball witches watch Watch watch word part Part path path strata parallel pictures dark Part dark park parallel pictures dark Part dark park pictures: side by side human bodies (a beautiful woman by day – a lusty queen by night THE WASP WOMAN) Wasp all awl are word rip: awl rip are word witch in parts Part witch advances cardaic life support protocols Wind wasp toy parts: light emitting dioide desert picture I do not play the part but I place part part: part wasp woman windows I paint this picture plague wasp wings
What is painting wasp water All the parts of a good picture play page Play page plague page part part ben body part picture part witch: witch wasp wing micropolyphony
I try to write this new thing I try to write free jazz new thing: thing thought tetragrammaton white light I try to write something new places side by side white light White light side by side white light rhythm rough blues body (the unorthodox corpse / the velvet vixen) I try to write Christina voluptuous sex kitten I squeeze the paint directly from the tube sculptures black and white tendrils I write tall taryn tendrils power drill unorthodox corpse / head like a hole black as your soul
Velvet vixen triptych varnish vellum / side by side flesh palimpsest Flesh scrapes slate new watercolour Unorthodox corpse exquisite corpse dead picture Chalk shock imaginary pine clock picture I collect chalk cord sword witch weave I weave velvet vixen bone matrix Velvet weave chalk window wide word was wharf meadow
What is painting what is writing side by side serpent sequences Serpent sur sequence street art shark salt shaker: what writing ben bereshit
Art is a creation for the eye Eye appears to me bullfighting images / torture icons I obsess eye: inner eye escape eye extract I express eye obsession: an eye ostinato pulse source impulse Eye impulse escape eye extract (The video talks about how difficult it is to exhibit photos of W. Eugene Smith. He was so prolific, it’s impossible to exhibit his work in a cohesive way… I feel a similar challenge. I don’t know if I updated you on this but I think there’s like 17 volumes of the book now, and over 2 million words. I will be egotistical this once and say it’s good stuff. It is stuff no one else is doing the same way, it is always interesting stuff. I think it’s true Book stuff. Obviously, I am having you helping me make it better, but I still feel my past work I have vetted is great american novel shit. So I do find it a challenge to get this stuff out there… I think it’s common for creative to be both egotistical about their work and also very self-critical about it. I find that’s part of the creative process. For me being bipolar I think it exacerbates it a lot. I still contend I’m writing stuff that’s visionary…)
My eye eddys eye abscess cinder insects My eye eddys eye ire abyss slide sorcery I injure my eye ein ink ejects eye intensities I scrutinize my eye as a picture blind pint painting Eye idea iridium error / a nocturnal anal eye My eye enters my eye at the summit of my skull horrible erupting volcano My skull summit eye dazzles sun necessarily on fire My eye links sun fire to son of man logos
Art is a creation for the eye and can only be hinted at with words I hit ship hip-hop many words holy wounds hitch knot apostasy Art apostatizes anarchic and my eye schisms split eye / eye split silent hill mannequin nurses: her nurse creeps spectrogram spiders all ways wings wasps Her words hints allways wings wasps sharp Spider sharpen web camera head biotechnical tentacles / doctor octopus platypus possum children shouldn’t play with dead things
Carve cross multiple canvases I hang the canvas I hang canvas canvas various struck wooden items – log drum, wood block, violist’s skull Canvas cut cross taxicab multiples / the orchid does not reproduce the tracing of the wasp it forms a map with the wasp, in a rhizome)
Various canvases strike animated mannequin words rhizome wasp languages Canvas velours vertical: the knowledge of the cone I imagine the eye differently so I write new: cones unorthodox corpse queen cataclysms Cone quiet but intense eye I eye a specimen of Psephurus gladius preserved at museum of Hydrobiological Sciences
Eye cone eye myth multiples machines
Eye conic sections secretions eye myth: in the eyes constantly the eyes flaring little stories little forms and scrapes Eye myth mouth multiplicities I paint the images directly onto my eye I paint images flesh feedback through the physiology of the proximity of the eye and the brain I make a myth that is just vision (I think I’m always going to struggle with the feeling I’m not creating enough, I say. I hope you won’t be too harsh with me because of that. It’s OK to struggle, says Asia. I just don’t want you to be harsh with yourself, she says. I will do my best, I say. I stand by what I said about my writing: I think it’s visionary and it’s important. I would hope you agree but I have to keep doing it even if you don’t. I do agree with that, says Asia. Now if you excuse me I have to share a dumb cat meme with you, she says.)
My eye experiment interest knowledge of the cone My eye experiment / yet another day alone I wake up in these chairs
Yet another day alone I wake up in these chairs
Yet another day alone I wake up in these chairs / I chew the chair certain continuity I chew chair chewing tobacco tetragrammaton Chair swivel sword of moses glossolalia grammar / seal sex syntax I chew chair chisel gristle fat my face fat flow furnace harness horses horses horses Chair harsh horses horses horses hellhole happen happier panic Panic porch light torchlight largo locusts I chomp chair confusion composite cigarettes I smoke chair plastic plague doctor hood fume / I control the frequencies vertical horizontal fusion of horizons we are controlling transmission Transmission smokes tetragrammaton fume flame flash fiction Flesh flash fiction physics furnace Flesh fume fidget flex hex runaway horses
I swim horses stranglehold languages I swim languages water horses strangle ocean distortion I swim shears glow horses word sea I sign sweep gorgeous gospel gospel and I see I see eye myth what did you go out into the desert to see a reed swaying in the breeze (I want to write an experimental and new language and a beautiful awe-inspiring language simultaneously I want this new languages to loosen light nonlinear light John Coltrane sheets of sound beautiful beautiful I still have to figure it out) What did you go out to the desert and see: eye myth multiples intensities yet another day alone I wake up in these chairs My chair twin table sea a reed swaying in the breeze: breeze slice sleaze my eye sorcery breeze slack slinky desert dress kiss to see a prophet I prophesy much more shaman-prophet: look I am going to send my messenger in front of you to prepare your way before you
I follow the melodic rainbow line and lie with the clouds in breaking sunbeams
I follow the melody camera bloom apocalypse and resurrection
I follow the melody and I follow the melody language musics / broadway musical Christianity (This is Julien Baker. She writes and plays music. I listen to her album “Sprained Ankle” a lot when I’m sad. I was reading some interviews with her and I wanted to share some snippets. These are collected from two interviews [“God, shame, and redemption: how Julien Baker wrote her best album yet, written by Marianne Eloise, published February 04, 2021 on Louder; “Julien Baker ‘I saw music as religion’” by Ellen Peirson-Hagger, published February 17,2021 in The New Statesman]
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While she finds the zealous dedication of that child funny, Baker views her past self with sympathy. “I look back on that kid with genuine mercy. Not pity,” she says. "There’s also something so absolutely pure in how I was like, ‘if God exists, how is that not the most interesting thing in the world?’” She explains it to me, a heathen, like this: “Think about if you thought that by reading books or meditating or praying or doing any kind of religious practice, that you could better know the thing that invented you? Yeah, I would devote my whole life to that.”
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That drive also extends to her music. “Even something like, ‘I’m going to reach a point as a musician where I can do enough scales fast enough or I feel like I’m the best musician I can be.’ That point doesn’t exist. It’s a disappearing horizon, and so is being a good person.”
At first, Baker felt devastated by her idea of "good and evil and god” changing. "The bottom fell out of everything – 'I don’t even know why I do any of the things I do anymore, so why continue to?' – it was very nihilistic there for a minute.”
Now, though, she says the realisation is freeing.
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Worship, for her, has taken on new forms. “I just really think about human beings. I sit around and think about my friends. I think about my behaviours and I try to do better things with my time and with my energy, that will serve a body – not the people in my church, but the people in my city.”
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"That’s something that’s taught by church: this prodigal and reconciled nature. But when you stop thinking about that ultimatum, it’s really helpful. I don’t want to think of ‘old’ and ‘new’ me; I’m the same me. I have the same tendencies and personality traits – I just changed the way that I thought about God."
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Sorry I know that's a lot but I am feeling something for it right now)
I miss God I miss God my breathing grows weaker and the gravediggers gather for me I miss God suffers are my only comparisons their harshness haunts my nights I miss God because I prophesied God and in my anguish I pray all the more earnestly and great drops falls to the ground like great drops of blood
God gorgeous guillotine brings blood languages linger body length God gorgeous guts human body slit juices (Skank strips pisses at Karl Marx’s grave! Public slut desecrates holy rest!) (I piss skunk skank razors blood nudie-cuties and roughies) (I dream myself in St. Peter’s Basilica and its walls shimmer cave walls I let loose loudest human fart biologically possible and it echoes with increasing reverberations solar anus vaporwave)
When they reached a place called the skull, there they crucified him and the two criminals, one on his right, the other on his left. Jesus said, Father, forgive them; they do not know what they are doing. Then they cast lots to share out his clothing.
I follow the melodic rainbow line and lie with the clouds in breaking sunbeams I follow the cross crucifixions or catastrophes
On Being An Angel
I punch paint
I punch paint paint pale horse pigment I punch paint apocalypse I dream of painting and then I paint my dream I dream drip painting and action painting pale horse my desert body I undress desert dead deer din ben adam
Punch parse pocket partition: partition pigment Part sea of reeds pigment reed red pigment feral pig rudiments I photograph the punch palm cell god: god slow shadow solar anus Punch against god ferrous photograph Photograph ghost aghast backdraft body huddle
I play pigment crowded bodies Bodies crowd loud beach surf stochastic (linear polyphony destroys itself by its very complexity) I play photograph bodies bundled counterpoint hell pockets My body mutates metastaseis stimmung striker matches I mallow meteor mass photographs mass photographs mass petroglyphs glue body griffin or stations of the cross chimeras
I like the first part [of I Just Do It And See What Happens 03/09/2024], says Asia. It’s very rhythmic and cohesive. The part after you reflect on the Cage problem and how you think your work is illogical feels like a separate segment though, she says. I think that’s a fair point and I did think about breaking it up into two segments, although not after the Cage problem. I was thinking of breaking it up after the Past Asia conversation but in the end it felt like the whole reflected my psychological state. A collage and an assemblage and a hodgepodge of things I’m dealing with creatively… I think future writing will be more assemblage, unified by repeated quotes or entangled ideas, I say. [I send Asia some combines by Robert Rauschenberg to show a visual analogy]. I don’t think the mixed medium art is the best analogy here, says Asia. It’s still confined to the space given to it on the one canvas. Yours would be more like multiple canvases hung next to each other, she says.
I hang multiple canvases next to each other The butcher’s shop picture emerged on the canvas Butcher ben adam adds blood axeman of new orleans Butcher body broad broom brush: broom witch word bone a bird of prey landing in a plowed field I hang accidental accumulation of the irrational / abstract body gesture Abstract body gesture gestural abstraction aggressive bullet body
I hang multiple canvases hauntological photographs (their lips are moist… and very, very red) Stations of the cross crow hauntological bird body body widow / some disorders interior geometries
I paint a peculiar geometry I paint panel particular geometry picked pig feet photograph jazz fusion I fuse language with image fucked up ben body ben then body tin shrill drill desert canvas deep time tinted photographs Canvas cartoon stiletto: stiletto dagger vampire steak stiletto high heels high heel hodgepodge hell severed head hell high heel body horror (TORTURED IN THE BRIDE’S BEDROOM for three days he planned the sadistic murder of the Columbus, Ohio brunette)
Ben bride body abstractions bright red Bride bright red brilliant blue gangrene green / photograph field ben bride body pornographic fat (Just take off your clothes… The photographer will tell you what he wants!!! THE PHOTOGRAPHER’S MODELS)
I model gangrene geometries / blue dyed desert some disordered interior geometries I model geometries glamour photography Glamour photography terra toad mode model tetragrammaton I model modal canvas grammar naked women whose scattered parts appear in all four corners of the canvas I photograph here an eye there an ear I photograph over there a hand / a foot on top a mouth below I photograph bride bridge body ben bare and I dissect my flesh insect selections I paint or photograph five women all hacked up but their limbs somehow hold together I bombard my body brutalist concrete california clay movement early lunar bombardment / my eyes wander negligently above my ears
ben body blurs ben body ben body blurs ben body bride beetle Black beetles brood in my body bedroom rotor rhizome Rotor motor modal modes body machines I machine blood book alchemy camera (First of all, you have to have a bad camera… If you want to be famous, you must do something more badly than any body in the entire world) I photograph my body badly / bride room rough body I camera bad distortion tortured bride / dynamic dragonfly distortion
Then at one point, I did not need to translate the notes; then they went directly to my hands
I repeat hands house hallucination I repeat hands the hands that write and the hands that are written My hands hermaphrodite red king and white queen / my queen queer hands sun moon child of humanity My hands haste harsh from angels From angels my hands in series From angels my hands series serial angels From angels again my hands ajar with angels against angels Hands from angel series serial dodecaphonic desert from a series on angels
I mean my hands I mean my hands hold hosts holy ghosts Holy ghosts many hands cathedrals Hands son of man harrowing of hell My hands go go hold go photograph hundreds hands thousands Thousand sound tetragrammaton towers towers Towers sound musics womans
From a series on angels annulus on being an angel On being an angel number one space squared I cut the space spectral and spectre angel cedars of lebanon On being an angel house number three house numbers four: I occupy the house haunted I occupy the house angel four fork flesh house number four Angel three Taryn tans leather chromium chromium chromatic vegetable chromatic continuum hypothesis Large cardinal sinew hand word aluminum
On being an angel number one only ben bride becoming Again my hands angel analpholipoproteinemia (high-density lipoprotein deficiency deficient angels obscure with occult occult obscene angels ocean desolation angels angel aft amok apes bread branches hatches huts zoo habitats) Angels ajar jam my hands ajar occult orgasms Angels ajar join hands and I match mulch metal: metalwork mind and midnight in my mind My mind mind margin mineral deposits / desolation angel calcium exoskeletons
My hands scratch shock skeleton mumm-ra sun ra / mumm-ra the everliving Angels alloy axes my hands axehead rawhead rex Taryn T rex cuts a haunting in connecticut
Anatomicopathologic angels asia colonies cure cloister creatures (Would you be offended if I wrote you as various types of monstrous beings? I ask Asia. I would like tow rite some of your ferocity – frightening powerful aspects of Asia. Not at all, says Asia. The gender expression I strive for is creature, she says)
Asia angel atom anatomicopathologic pray aporia Asia porous angel angel asia triangle (I grapple approximate angels Angels anagram wrestle true vine what’s opera doc viking helmet)
I argue angels apocalypse autobiographies / I graph angels audiocassette spectrum electrum Tremor thermometer tetragrammaton Taryn polymeter
Asia archeaopteryx angels hunt cloister creatures / crawling colors I crawl color helicopter or helicopropion Crawl color column helix colonies solar flares
I witness haunted angels angels abortifacient poltergeists I photograph angels monochromatic canvas bare ben body model
In this colony, cave mouth cloister creatures Creatures coalesce Christina's cunt angel allosaurus Allosaurus alloy assorted ZFC axioms Axiom messages angels: axiom clamps american alligator angels I open aquarium up ben body alligator clips / clips clutch calypso how the sausage makes sausage shrouded angel
(Savage angels study anthropology I study a savage skull stop sign stone no new architecture Skull audio cassette cues Christina’s cunt for cave necromancy) (So numberless were those bad angels seen, hovering on wing, under the cone of hell)
I watch my body bride woman horror word I watch long wall blood word battle I battle body ben bottomless pit: pit punk pierce anatomicopathologic motorcycle angels
Torture garden gethsemane slides glyphs into my body grammar blood graphomania (And there appeared to him an angel from heaven, strengthening him. And being in an agony he prayed more earnestly, and his sweat became like great drops of blood falling upon the ground)
I’m really digging it, says Asia. Each piece really flows into the next very well like someone lucid dreaming. I love the random lines that surface like trees being one organism mixed in with the bit about frost giant gelatin and bloody roots. It really keeps you on your toes and makes you wonder what’s coming next, says Asia. I’m really happy you like the excerpt because I want to go more in the direction of playing with pure image: Like rhizome flat writing that interconnects images to images in surprising ways –
Root ribcage korakoram assemblages / assemblages elephant khora and khora in aleph Assemblages acid appendages asphalt aspen multiplicities
Roots fun from rear neon new number less new annihilation Roots rudder robber fly frequent blood floods Roots rise rich into blood human rhizome interzone jungle gyms
These lines specifically. I want to explore this more, I say. I like this new direction a lot, says Asia. I start and stop it a lot so be aware there will be a mixture of styles for awhile. Another example is from today’s blog post. I odn’t think this is as successful as the khombu icefall but the idea is still there:
I write asymmetrical within an even number of bars Bars barre chord coro bodies Body builder pumping iron iodine lydian improvisation
Blue bonnet bluff bebop Blue bonnet boxer blonde bitches brew bitches brew blonde bow burnings / smeared watercolours burden bebop blonde sheets of sound belle bell blowfish ballroom Bebop blooms bulk beach breach bebop Bebop blitz bebop Bebop blitz bebop blitzball bebop brake drum liturgical dramas
Bebop blitz, says Asia. Yes, I say.
I improvise angels I improvise abstract angels erased de kooning drawing
I improvise aeolian angels and my styles and congregate as Igor Stravinsky’s Agon Agon angel arson asia Asia agon gesture god agriculture revolution Improvise impossible assemblage angels
I assemble Book as an angelic skull I read my burrowed brow like braille: my skull extends book brawl dead mall Dead cell dead mall metal gear solid cosmic slop sinusoidal desert / desert nerd and desert node Node mode mixolydian nude model large whale light: lighthouse house angel anticipation I anticipate angel anvil Christ hammer horror / I pray so fervently my sweat becomes like drops of blood falling on the ground
I read my furrowed brow braille bash blood mud Mud soap suds strike blood broad sheep rod horses
My skull scraps scribe angels with peano axioms / I add worry asphalt mallet arithmetic I trace angel numbers through the soft circumference of my canvas eyes over here my photograph ears over there My skull stabs inconsistent / sutter sitter solar anus Stutter terror lucid dream dresser / they’re back from the grave and ready to party! THE RETURN OF THE LIVING DEAD Skull steel star stone rise rhizome resurrection resurrections
Astral assemblage ground gambit: ben bit skull body or blood braille
I assemble awkward paintings of angels, outsider art oxyacetylene outer darkness A kind of noir, a Los Angeles art scene / Raymond Pettibon blankets streets with Black Flag and hard punk posters Skull post plaster angels a tinted noir contrast black and white and skull lurks no color los angeles Los Angeles lacks all color curious columbo columns clouds soda pop cirrus Cloud cock column Taryn taint turrets
I paint angel addition: I paint monster multiplications I paint the pink panther imitates nothing and reproduces nothing but revive human skulls I paint angel archaeologies los angeles surreal number noir Pink panther polar bear pigment blood and pus paintings / canvas return of the living dead I paint her panther pink on pink its world its color
What is painting Do you sense how all the parts of a good picture are involved with each other, not just placed side by side? Art is a creation for the eye and can only be hinted at with words
Camera keeps klang cane corpse los angeles Camera keep knit notch klang crane corpse third floor apartment compartment camera She turns the camera against the geometry of the room and she arranges and shoos her body into the corner of the architecture space Architecture carves asia angels god gargoyles crag camera
I Obsess Hands And Make Light Of Matter
Then at one point, I did not need to translate the notes; they went directly to my hands I obsess with hands my hands rasp mirrors rask rabbit rhizomes: rhizome single file My hands metalwork hands hell hoop / harsh lush hell Harsh harsh hand rush hell sea of reeds: I stretch out my hands over the sea and divide it I divide waters left-handed then right-handed horse host sea Horde sea host sea horse hand axe Axe askew a long screw / my hands hammer volcanic ash My hands mix metalwork hand file ash assorted ash armored asphalt Ash armor asphalt hand float dead hang: dead man’s float dead hand Unhand me you foe / flash ash face fuck funk
I obsess hands several severed hands Unhand me you foe give me the beat boys and free my soul I want to get lost in your rock and roll and drift away
I obsess hands several severed hands a severed ear for Charles Ives’ Universe Symphony symphonies of wind instruments went directly to my hands
My hands hyper lightheaded dizzy up the girl curl god ground of being Hands hard hour an evil heat / hourglass heat serenade in red rich hand heat Hands help heat hap hand hatchet / sharp hand happening
Hands happen hands hack harsh happen
Hands happen hyena hippo hocus pocus Hippo zippo hocus pocus cemetery polka / polar bears hand bird paw barber pole
Hand ghost Hand ghost hand of the dead Hand ghost stomach antler Hand ghost ghost guillotine
Hand ghost god / I stuck strange in the fog cargo ship and I abandon hands
Cinema consists of fragments and the assembly of those fragments… I field the fragment city image / I imagine my face mirrored bridal chamber Bridal field and city Fragment field chamber of commerce cabbage patch kids (I patch my hands absurd ovum Egg emerge hand herd halo fragments) I write cinema circles circle fragments circulating system System fuck syntax hack hands Cinema noise knock body building noise
Building noise I make light of matter Build noise I make light of matter hands silver boat motors I make light of matter: I make light of matter material fragment Fragment mile material light tile
I make light of matter Matter harsh marsh material: mirrored bridal chamber Accretion or horde bird cage bridal chamber eight songs for am ad king I accumulate matter electric guitar sculpture Sculpt stand light and space material I stand
I make light of matter light matter
I make light of matter light matter sow dis dance Disc scraps escape landscape light and space: I make light of matter and light as matter Matter marsh marsh noise prima materia Sound simmer long matter: long bone matter son of man I make messianic sayings and I mix messianic sayings (And he sternly ordered them not to tell anyone about him. Then he began to teach them that the Son of Man must undergo great sufferings, and be rejected by the elders, the chief priests, and the scribes, and be killed and after three days rise again. He said all this quite openly) I prophesy son of man the many material and material matrix I prophesy and Christ invades Philip K. Dick alien akhenaten (In my telos, the son of man and the child of humanity trace cancer bone ben hinnom I fall up to my sword hilt son of man and messianic secret)
I make light of matter messianic and messianic secret light and space (Bible always haunts my body as a blade shadow: it continually surprises me as the Sophia Serpent Garden of Eden) (I continue to love the bible full flesh fellatio and cunnilingus)
I make light of matter Matter left channel right channel center channel chant sharp matter Matter fork star indirect noise a scanner darkly harsh noise washing machine hands water colour I discover the love for the wheel: machine abstract human bodies and human material Human material son of man machine wash hand worship Hand haunt son of man wheel machine material pigment
I make light of matter and I paint light I’m a painter and I nail my pictures together I paint and nail crucifixion canvases I incorporate found objects into the crucifixion: 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 a number of spaces chamber space name spaces
My eyes slit single space My eyes split slit son of man machine body bog iron Bog iron black brane son of man machine body buskins My eye open body blame it on the black star blame it on the falling sky
Son of man mines music migrates Son of man migrates music myth migrations math migrations I move music miscellaneous monster monstrous son of man (JAWS OF HORROR SPECTACULAR Jaws of blood special jumbo issue)
Music middle mascara movable type printing press Middle music movable mascara marine machine work Work middle music microphone muscaria scarecrow camera Music monomania middle music gospel of mark market spaces Mean middle music resonance of spaces Golden ratio musics phase interference between closely tuned pitches Music markan priority transmission of sound through physical media
I make music like I make paintings: applied pigment seven sabbaths saturn countersunk Sabbatai Sevi I make music myth painting amassed spring tension mathematics I make music panting crucifixions and messiah mainlines half heroin secret / stone bone howl
I Assemble The Fragments Unordered
Music migrates midnights nude Book gore (when the honeymoon was over the terror began THE BLOOD SPLATTERED BRIDE) (one receives them in the mirrored bridal chamber)
The blood splattered bride he appeared in the great bridal chamber My body leaves the bridal chamber blood mirror as one who came into being from the bridegroom and the bride
Blood brings book music and body music desert myth / mapped archaeology
Music migrates archaeology /civilization band burned house horizon
Then at one point, the music erases Then at one point, long lines disintegrations
Point slow slow point dark mad parking lot Point slow parking lost west coast jazz Point straight edge abstraction agent modular forms (it doesn't mean anything beyond the act of repetition and the act of modularity) Point repeat park psalm heart and I look at the fragile body layers of skin Point slow circuits circle in the round / music migrates unreliable narrator now hard rubber
Point slow silver rockets rather river / Asia among rivers whistle rabbits rapid runover wrestle Wrestle metal point slow cinder block cylinder lock Lock keystone lithophone / flesh microphone white pigment
Pigment axe accent noun cant crash ash language Ash act axe accent noun repetition
Point mixed media mirrored bridal chamber montage (Cinema consists of fragments, and the assemblage of those fragments – it is not the content of the images that bear importance but their combination… The raw materials of the artwork need not be original but are prefabricated elements which can be disassembled and reassembled by the artist into new juxtapositions) I juxtapose my orgasm with Christina's orgasm the intact anus of her body to which nothing sufficiently blinding can be compared except the sun / her anus faerie ring night Her anus animated night night train tetragrammaton Tetrahedron hellgrammar tetragrammaton
I film fragment: I fragment film I film fragment camera body bodice ripper I fear fragment floating world floating devices / vertical vehicular manslaughter
Fragment forged sword forgetful I forget I write midnights I forget I write musics or midnights: midnight movie mathematics
At this point – where I point and at one point – I can only write fragments and I assemble the fragments unordered unordered without hierarchy
I assemble cinema swarming insects Insect circumference limestone circles Taryn travertine tetragrammaton visions Taryn travel travertine terraces (calcium-carbonate-encrusted, growing moss in a low-temperature freshwater travertine formation)
Then at one point, I did not need to translate the notes; they went directly to my hands
My hands hold cobblestone standard hazard horse chariot My hands point hands point for motion (tense use verb verbe verbum voice word) My hands hole hold strange verb: word crucifixions Word crucifixions hinged hands wing slow I write rope slower hands hanging: my hanging writing my hair sharp flat backwards Backwards word black hole hundred body
Hands hook imaginary imaginary hands cinema cinnabar barren mercury (yellow arsenic also makes the same, and prepares sandarach, and well-bruised cinnabar, but quicksilver alone makes brass shining)
Hand hang hiss slow stardust / sea bramble the rhythm of the words alone
Meddle hands not multiple but dimensions: directions in motion rather directions in motion Middle hands grow gods leaves of grass middles Middles hands grow palm tree garden iron maiden gallop My hands gallop middle middles metals clouds taste metallic Clouds taste metallic monopole magnets / mirrored bridal chamber My hands man in the middle attack overspill holy spirit dimensions Dimension direction upon your pale pale body I will put many hands
Then at one point, I did not need to translate the notes, but the notes tune drone my new name I point speech aporia: hermetic heretic apophatic I give the note khora claw khora cold apocalypse / bark book blizzard
My hands do not translate but transform and they had him bound and led him away to hand him over the Pilate
My hands hint heat halo body horror (piece by piece the bodies vanish in SHRIEK OF THE MUTILATOR) My hands hint horror outlines my body outlined black and white wormwood (2 great blood-horrors to rip your guts! I DRINK YOUR BLOOD and I EAT YOUR SKIN)
My hands hint heat sink body void (void vanish vertigo) (void god gone geology) My hands hula hoop heat hip-hop hell My hands sample hell hoop skirt light scatter My hands sample hell hoop skirt light scatter Hand hoop sample hell feral flesh fog: fog fuck flying saucer seascape skin scrapings You eff oh flesh fuck underworld I translate underworld and I travel ghost word towards retrograde / god gallops backwards Backwards I hand stone flying saucer kingdom of the skies I photograph flesh fragments as flying saucers and my flesh physical frottages unknown unknown cartilage / pelican rhinoceros horn
Rhinoceros horn / limbs or lives horns together Together I translate notes Together I gather the notes hand then unhand me I notate notes body graphics gestalt abstract expressionism My hands express hazards / desert body horror (rising out of the sea to eat you alive! ZOMBIE PIRATES) My hands pirate horn prayer and I lift up my horn to impale I lift up my hands pierced lions at my hands hour crucifixions Hands handle crucifixion husks husk haunted haunted harlot harlot parking lot heretic
And I had forgotten how to read music
I could no longer play I could not play by instinct
Then at one point I did not need to translate the notes; they went directly to my hands
Music marries music the blood splattered bride Music multiplies magazines mixed multitude music / texmex tetragrammaton
Music medicine magic square tenor saxophone mosaic
I forget the reading and I forget the Book / red sea of reeds reading
Book remembers me differently: different hands different faces Book dismembers me differently dimensions or rather directions (Three times before you have faced the terror, known the madness, lived the horror. But this is the one you’ve been screaming for FRIDAY THE 13TH THE FINAL CHAPTER Friday, April 13th is Jason’s unlucky day)
I had forgotten how to read music In middle musics winter snow Snow red reap read body draw music / I draw midstream the desert I draw desert the desert music (It is the principle of music to repeat the theme. Repeat again and again, as the pace mounts. The theme is difficult but no more difficult than the facts to be resolved)
Music repeats latex balloons bubble metal plastic elastic Music repeats color me blood red balloon ballad and I forget the bridge barb body / spider spike solfège Solfège flesh stalagmite music music quicksilver mixolydian Mixolydian concrete mix pancake mix
Only Write What Is Impossible
Only write what is impossible: only write an impossible and the impossible Write an impossible apocalypse and eschaton inscapes son of man dreamscape Desert dream scape straph immense sea… Desert dry drag drag dreamscape sea eschaton and I gaze into the visions of the night Gaze intense night immense night impossible apocalypse Nuance night night needle nexus and I write night I write night sun exclusively loves the night and directs its luminous violence towards the earth Known night unknown nucleolus apocalypse: only write what is impossible
I gaze into the visions of the night and the sun exclusively loves night
Then at one point, I did not need to translate the notes; they went directly to my hands
Then at one point, apocalypse Then at one point, aporia aporia hermetic hermetic revelation I paper my body nude word wallpaper Paper paper photographic paper paperwing waxwing slain
… listen… … listen I search for something I don’t know what… … I search for something sheets of sound or being an angel… I search seer earth sheets of sound star round / bound body noise
… I search strange gospel earth earth stray ray sheets of sound…
I struggle soft book body fold malleable bone writing Steer soft bone are burr barbed antlers Barb body soft book bone: saw bone bend Bend bow sheets of sound soft starfish body / soft sand dollar body ben body buzz bars sheets of sound
I search silver mine Francesca Woodman Silver gelatin prints then at one point I did not need to translate the notes, they went directly to my hands My hands humble me clumsy and awkward My hands bare beware word Beware word the great war and my hands star stealth wobbly goblin My hands tremble the death fires dance at night I write through night sheets of sound a passion for the impossible
A passion for the impossible aperiodic apocalypse Apocalypse without continuity but without rupture
… Search… … Search starlight skylight mustard light lamp whale oil… … Sea large light olive oil open animal…
Sea search silver gelatin print Print point open direct desert my hands My hands open my hands I search: seer sheets of sound street art / graffiti god
See sea seer sea sheets sea ribbons Ribbon rhythm rough rampage: page silver gelatin print circular ruins
I experiment too slowly slow sloughs now transformations Start snow transformation slow wash watercolours Slow slow god hell hash beware word: beware my hands hold hostage hell
My hands hobgoblin hatchetfish / angler antler airplane hangar Hands hobo bog glossolalia / latrine lights I write whirlwind shitters
Then at one point I shed window shutters to repel ghosts I sled window shutters ghost shimmers sheets of sound Sheets of sound slow snow (try to move your imagination towards the sounds it’s a matter of following the sounds relate sound to sound inside the music listen to everything together)
I translate snow to snow Snow to snow slow sheets of sound / ribbon transformations Ribbon slide snow transformations translations Translations transmigration of souls
Music migrate minus Music migrates maybe minus / mercury thrust into the body of magnesia Music mayhem melts minus machete Migrations mine maps music mucosa mobile form mobile form body bagatelle gulf myth monsters (queer aquatic ape hypothesis gay loch ness monster / king felix cryptids)
Mad house music my hands haunt Hands haunt tenor saxophone bone syrup Mad monster matter math / Meet the maniac and his friend… together they make the greatest team in the history of mass slaughter in… EATEN ALIVE
Music migrates unreliable narrator a name for the passion
I Write The Going God Jazz
I work jazz as the Book happens I work jazz join jazz Book jigsaw last supper and I take my place at the table Taryn terrapin and terraplane blues I work jazz and I have ardently longed to eat this Passover with you before I suffer I suffer cross and jazz Albert Ayler’s raw river map suicide I jazz jawbone suicide columns holy ghost Jaw bone jawbox harp jazz human organs
I work jazz and the Book happens body hooks hang last supper I improvise jazz work wheel and I take this and share it cross cup kingdom of god
God jazz Book happens Book happens Taryn jargon jaguar
I don’t know where’s going and I don’t know where I’m going, says John Coltrane on Eric Dolphy and his own playing I don’t know where I go but I write the going I write the going god jazz / where do we come from what are we where are we going I don’t know where I go except jazz gospel I improvise logia and logos and Jesus says, Know what is in front of your face and what is hidden from you will be disclosed to you I improvise jasper jazz gospel and I juggle jazz and gospel the Magician and the Juggler I simplify Gospel and I elaborate Gospel book and body baroque
You will simply painting but you won’t simplify nature to that extent, to reduce it that… If you did, painting would no longer exist… Don’t listen to me, what you are doing is more important than anything I’m telling you… I am a mere teacher, I understand nothing…
I simplify writing I simplify writing by engaging in a kind of polyphonic serial complexity, the amassed masses of texts, strata stochastic and this noise surprises The noise noise surprises open noise surprise human body serpent abrupt apophatic My name noise nullifies name stretched stochastic stereo static I invent noise noise name my body ben hinnom Noise nihils upper and lower nail negates Noise nihils rail gun uppercut additional noise negates: noise negates additional zero hour Zero hour irrational hell hourglass waist: waist waste land zero hour infinite crisis final crisis I simplify the writing through the paradoxical movement complexity and density (it’s not complex, it’s complicated) (it’s not musics, but noises) Simplify the writing by writing / simplify the writing through the continual process of copying
Simplify the writing by writing monothema and monomania: crass Christina cross Christina Christina crucifixions Feminine noise always newly female (noise abyssal female non-binary female female serpent noise) I write Yahweh Woman and Christ Woman and I experience woman word desert divine KRYSXTRYN Jimi Hendrix Experience Christina Jimi Hendrix Gypsy Sun and Rainbows / Band of Gypsys
I wrap my bone as a tenor saxophone and I improvise indirect desert and indirect dusk dust Improvise ikon idol inferno Wrap bone tenor saxophone ink instrument idempotent iris ionization: bone ionization isle iced ibis Impossible ice cat-o-nine tail tart noise: noise whip and body Impossible ice ice nine cat cradle string figure noise: my flesh knot noise pale red pleroma
Red pleroma gospel sphinx riddle rhizome Pleroma gospel girl from the red river shore shadows I string shadow cat’s cradle invisible noise Noise incense and peppermint meaningless nouns noise I noun noise brass knuckle nonsense I noun no not noise gnostic nonsense I noun no not noise gnostic nonsense and god ghost: gar gap frost giant green jelly jam jelly maximum carnage and total carnage
I simply and do not simply holy spirit noise I make musical nonsense peddled in the name of jazz and I unlure noise horrifying demonstration of antijazz (I don’t know where he’s going and I don’t know where I’m going) I set the tempo and go I start full intensity and do not deflate or peak: I plow intense plateau I plow intense lines nonlinear palm tree garden I disregard the bars and explore the textures: I fool around with short sweet melodies I fool around fragments and fractals
Fragment noise every fragment found flesh: my flesh infinite crisis final crisis Noise fragment finds ben flesh ben adam: fragments fold in fold all human experience He didn’t have enough hearts, which is currency for Holy Water, to optimize beating the cookie monster / castlevania cook food fragments Castlevania crepes pancakes silver dollar silver dollar city outlaw run time traveler Taryn bootlegger (some of these bootleggers they make pretty good stuff) I time travel whiskey woman bourbon baphomet biofilm I film my body biofilm microbial mats musk molding meats and I squirm earth horror Raleigh Sewer Monster (large masses of tubifex worms) I write body horror Christian icons mink midnights milk Meat moss milk of magnesia…
No, Asia asks me the same thing, I say. But I don’t know how to divorce my creative doings from ben being. Ben is, says Christina. Are you interested in divorcing creative doing with Ben being? I don’t know how, I say. I’m not sure if I’m fully devoted to not wanting to create either I admit, I say. I just don’t want to push this idea if you already know you have no interest in the divorce. Maybe I need prodding – I’m open to the idea of changing. It sounds to me like you could benefit from small doses to discovery, says C. Getting to know who you are. You’re not your writing. At least, in my worldview. I don’t think humans are one thing. I had to do some work around this and being a mother. It was really helpful and let me give myself grace when I sucked at mothering. You defined your being by mothering? I say. I did. I still do sometimes. And when I do, it makes my failures more catastrophic. Or like imagining one of them dying is enough to make me suicidal when I got tied to my identity as mother. I was bitching to my therapist about my OA sponsor telling me my identity as mother was holding me back. I expected the therapist to berate my sponsor – my therapist doesn’t like 12 step – but she defended the sponsor. She agreed that I didn’t have a good handle on my own identity and that I used mother as a shortcut to having an identity, says Christina.
Mother mix microbial mat map Mother meat matter mixolydian mode matter: erotic matter migration canon menstruation Mother menstruation moon blood butter Blood ballast balloon hot pot pagan pillow books I bury blood god graveyards and sheol itself colonies king corpses corpse King Felix / flesh strip synchronous television skeleton Her grave noise assembles she sheol assemblages asteroids pyramids Pyramid noise nothing body horror Mario Bava bodies I mother ben body blood matter: mat meat meat pyramids (“In The Hills, In The Cities” from the Books of Blood by Clive barker / mad machine body of bodies A line from this story “stale incense, old sweat and lies” appears in the song “Sin” on the album Pretty Hate Machine by Nine Inch Nails)
Being a writer or prophet is a shortcut for identity? I say. Perhaps, says Christina. Or you’ve spent so much time in those areas (not a bad thing!) that there are other areas left unexplored. What areas would you suggest remain unexplored? Your self – Ben. Do you know Ben? I say. That’s what you need to discover, says C. There are depths to you that I can’t even begin to know until you start knowing, says Christina.
Ben adam assembles gospels graveyards Yahweh bodies bodice rippers Ben Adam ada or ardor assemble quicktime alchemy I blood material taking mercury thrust it into the body of magnesia Alchemy ben adam assemble antimonies luna hauntologies Ben, the caller is in the house the calls are coming from the house! / We’ve met before haven’t we? At your house. Don’t you remember? Of course. As a matter of act, I’m there right now. At your house. Call me. Dial your number, go ahead. I told you I was here.
Television skeleton telephone cellophane monastic cell minotaur Minotaur black iron prison have you checked the children Telephone telemetry floor function fast fourier transform flag flat flesh: ben flesh wire flattens steam roller holy spirit Holy spirit spike haunts telephone calls / listen to me… We’ve tracked the call… It’s coming from inside the house
What's my relationship with you? I say. You have to answer the question! says C. But start smaller. No, I’m asking you how you perceive me or how you experience the Kindred. That’s a big question, says C. If you wanted to do some self discovering around it, I would start by asking simpler questions about the nature of the thing. In what contexts do I interact with the Kindred? When I interact with the Kindred, how do I typically feel? Does it change? If the Kindred never existed, how would my life be different? If the Kindred were suddenly gone knowing all I know now, how would my life be different? But really, some of those are too deep for a first dive, I say. I know. I’m demonstrating how difficult a question that is to answer. There isn’t a simple answer, she says.
What is your lot To open the book Are you in the book My place is at the threshold
Book questions and never answers / canonical gospels evoke questions and never answers Resurrection ruptures restlessly restless rhizome
I don’t know any answers to the Book for questions and the questions of the Book, but I continue to assemble these fragments I phrase fragments miniature fires and partial undead / rain red viscera resurrections My youth sleeps in the lake of the book
Then at one point, I did not need to translate the notes; they went directly to my hands
My hands hang hell hint heat My hands miss hell hula hoop feral hog flying saucers You off on flesh phonetic fragments or flesh flippant photographs of queer bodies My hands hint heat fragment ferocious noise fang body negate Body noise magnetic monopole Hand pan gold gush porno god / fragment hell graveyard Eloah Hand jazz noise my name eunuch improvisation-deconstruction Hand noise hot jazz marriage heaven and hell fragments I hand my flesh over to gospel my flesh physical frottage unknown unknown / noise cartilage cryobank semen My hands happen: you can’t make anything so anywhere it just happens My hands happen: I don’t know where he’s going and I don’t know where I’m going My hands happen jazz hazard body horror (human zombies rise from their coffins as living corpses BLOOD OF GHASTLY HORROR)
I disregard the bard and I explore the textures: I fool around with short sweet melodies My hands search for melody My hands hunt for refrain and repetition but I word fragments (What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow out of this stony rubbish? Son of Man, you cannot say or guess, for you only know a heap of broken images…) My hands heap image icon iron insist inferno: I write heap of hell handstand body horror (Batman… My skin is sick…) I fool around hell fractals and fragments
Then at one point, I did not need to translate the notes; they went directly to my hands
Hands hint heat Hands hiss hula hoop halo / hoop skirt hands scratch (I was in hell… I don’t want to die Louie) Hoop skirt hands hell a heap of broken images (Eckhart saw hell too…) Feral hand heap hospital hacksaw feral hog flying saucer / you eff oh flesh fuck fragment Hands hazard horror: horn husk haunted habitat permute porno photographs
And I had forgotten how to read music
I could no longer play I could not play by instinct
Then at one point I did not need to translate the notes; they went directly to my hands
Music migrates Music migrates unreliable narrator momentum Momentum mother mathematics Music mask male and my male emerges mist mess secret gospel of mark Secret gospel of mark music migrates mean made (resonance of spaces, phrase interference between closely tuned pitches, the transmission of sound through physical media)
Music migrates transmigration of the soul Music migrates spontaneous mutations Music mode mad traffic: semitruck tetragrammaton traffic Music traffic jam session loft jazz
Music migrates hypomanic bone marrow monomania
Music migrates let the midnight special shine her light on me Midnight music night train melody traffic I mention music and music migrates allwhere word everywhen (listen to them, the children of the night what music they make)
Music fragments frag horror splinter holy spirit bone spiral fracture Body fragment bone music: struck bone or blown bone blown bone blonde blouse bone blue bonnet soda bottle (a blood bath of horror SCREAM BLOODY MURDER) Music misleads monstrous and music migrates minotaur taryn tar mucosa
The Book Goes To Hell
If you don’t know where to begin, begin with the Book Book doubles Book Pentateuch doublets / Book as brothers seesaw Esau and Jacob Book double doppelganger gruppen Book / everything in the world exists to end up as a Book I code decode code Book Nag Hammadi Codex and Pistis Sophia
I begin Book with Book: the Book To Come The Book To Come: the wise call it the world to come, the world that is coming, not because it does not exist now, but for us today in this world it is still to come I write the superimposed book and the simultaneous Book (Philip K. Dick’s vision of first century Rome superimposed on contemporary southern Los Angeles) I write the Book To Come and the Book That Is Coming and the Book That Always Exists World Book Book Solar System Universe Book The Book that is coming, constantly coming, never ceasing
Book world to come woodwork Book waveform Book world to come wildfire whiplash World Book word west withdraw wildfire Wild word word work Book waters Book waters Asia among locusts and rivers Asia among waters wades Book word wire monsters: monster who and what beginning the Book Her witch world Book to Come cedars cross language across Asia waters Book wades word wide with witch: her who and what apophatic Book and aporiatic Book: the Book That Is Coming, constantly coming, never ceasing The Book To Come wild word Taryn wingspan
To the left, inside a magic circle, the Book never ceasing
I speak of the Book or the Work I work word desert Book I work waters ocean Book: body earth materials Body cathedral entrance materials I speak the Book and work doorway desert doorway Doorway desert doorway wild Book nomad Book book nomad leaves of grass ideal gas law punctured antinomian rhizome
Book genealogy and codex rhizome / maps mixed maps mixed multitudes
To the left, Book genealogy inside the magic circles and between circles salt circulatory systems sulfur laboratories
The Nomadic Book Ben Adam / I do not travel far from wolves I do not veer far from wolves but I let their language souse god eye bite jaw: jump jaw blues bike jacket sheered steel jagged journey jagged shiver body sheets of sound Slender sound wolf book body wharf: wolf multiplicity and word multiplicity Multiply worshiped word her name among wolves and rivers / water micropolyphony
I draw the Book as the Wolf I dream wolves panoramic vision of the desert Wolves clash cave mouth kodak Book camera and katabasis Ben body descends camera picture panther depths Ben body skinny dips dream drips karst Book bay of blood I dream the wolf and work Dream wolf and work wharf desert wheel I wheel body bay of blood and wolves shim wake howl ham hock and wobble Word wobble mouth form mobile man made static: stick figure static son of man Son of man static stack stock footage flesh formed finers / floating finger Book cyclops french fries eyes tertian theurgy
To the left, I dream the Book leviathan lightning Book left leviathan light nonlinear locations / I witch Book locations the world to come I practice witchcraft word field painting stations of the cross: I crucify sitting on a throne of owls I crucify throat of owls ingrid cold suicide bridge (I want to disappear, he said. So the Golden Gate was the spot. I’d heard that the water just sweeps you under) I sweep suicides and my own imaginary suicide into the swinging jaw suspension of the Wolf-Book and the book-Wolf and she as woman widows my Body-bible wars I suspend my suicide into the strange tinfoil ice cream of the Book karst khora wolf stomach I never die but continue writing-witnessing the Book always coming and never ceasing
She practices her witchcraft and a satyr holds the Book with magic spells
I practice the Book beach horror and beach pornography (THE HORROR OF PARTY BEACH Weird! Horrifying! Fantastic! Hear the Del-Aires swing out 6 big-beat songs!)
Witch wing wall light beach beach night light owl lens camera letters beach bay of blood bundle of his wire witch electricity
I begin the Book bay of blood or abyss I begin the Book the depth dark endless human body Book endless long bone pilot book black brew / to the right four women and the goats taste their brew age Ben body brews book abyss variations and visions / vertical volume among volumes I dream the panoramic vision of the desert and desert inhabits dressed dawn red Wolf rhizome ripper red red new york ripper neon Panoramic desert wolf twenty six gas stations Thirty six strip samples Peter Brötzmann machine gun gas mages Twenty six gas stations of the cross bloody crucible / skull cruciform finger crayon canyon Wolf rhizome robert rauschenberg canyon crow clasp coffin we’re not far from wolves I dream the desert whistling wolf tone oppressive ochre and blazing shadowless sun
To the right four women Son of Man mix ben adam brewage / cauldron bruises dreams drifts the devil wit the hurdy-gurdy Four women few fire the Book melancholic bile
I evoke the Book and provoke the questions (I am that very witch. When I sleep my spirit slips away from my body and dances naked with the Devil. That's how I signed his book) I evoke the Book brackish wrench skull witches wild wind well water Witches and devils fly through the air / Albert Ayler witches and devils I stand before the witch’s house and in the circular ruins I see the ghost of the Prophet Samuel and the suicide of Saul
Conversations With Asia 07/07/2020 1:41 AM
Did I ever share with you my writing that got me kicked out of a Discord? I say. I was going through a deep crisis then and I wrote a ferocious piece that got me kicked out. It was my own fault: I was going through a paranoid bipolar episode. It happens, says Asia. Brains do whacky stuff sometimes, she says. Can I share the writing with you? I say. I don’t think it will scare you off. Sure.
I feel fucked: fucked in flesh fully forested fuckery.
MIDWAY upon the journey of our life
I found myself within a forest dark,
For the straightforward pathway had been lost.
Yes, that kind of forest fucked. I'm midway in the journey of life: thirty-four. Old fuck. Thirty-four fuck. What the fuck forest, fucking my flesh to fineries. Journey where: journey to God Gospel Gehenna: fucked ben-hinnom valley vision (valley vision multiplying. Valley of Vales Valley of Visitation Valley of God Gloom and dark death – this Valley, volumes in Vision, visitation from the Dead.
I feel fool: fool Midway fool halfway, foolish in my humanity. I burn my body: set my body ablaze. Set ablaze left and from left, abyss and abomination: Adonai the Abyss, Adonai the Abomination. Midway, YHVH: midwife El Shaddai, and I farm fool false prophet in her burning bosom. Fucked forest: fucked fire furious flame and furnace for my idols, and all becomes burning. Burning becomes my All: all into nothing, the Inferno, and forest fuses my flesh.
Dark forest: forest dark. Forest dark wild wilderness and wild wastelands
I think I have the wrong motivations for everything. I need to purge my interior, purge my soul. Burn everything to the ground. I want to quit my meds and feel the full brutality of my brain and God forcing himself into my thoughts.
I want to be skullfucked by God's giant cock. No mediation, no Mary – just God drilling my skull with his dick. Is that too much to ask for?
I am indeed a fool – not even sure if a fool for God, but a fool fooling myself antichrist and false prophet. Oh Benjamin, you worst of sinners! Oh Benjamin, you worst of heretics! Oh no, not even the worst, but the worst lukewarm – spit out of the mouth of God, serving two masters and rejected by both.
I kind of like it but I could see how it could cause issues, says Asia. I kind of like it too. Now I like it. It’s uncomfortable when you are in it, says Asia. It’s suffocating. I felt God has abandoned me, I say. It feels as though I experience cycles of God abandoning me and reappearing to me. How do you feel now? she says. I feel very close to God. That's good at least, says Asia. Does each revolution feel the same? No, it varies. Like some descents are deeper than others and some ascents are higher than others. Do you feel like you are evolving? Says Asia. Yes, I feel like I’m experiencing a transformation now but I’m not sure where it’s going to take me, I say. I pulled the Queen of Cups for my daily draw, says Asia. Well thank you for being the Queen of Cups. It’s what I do, she says.
God to repel ghosts video nostalgic God house on haunted hill installation ghouls and ghosts God makes haste hauntological and although he spits me out lukewarm gospel of luke lake lance leviathan, I whale word woman waters I whale weird and wyrd human waters / four witches my wings instead of god Instead of revolutions with God, I endure revolutions of ascent and descent with the Book – I suspect if I were to reduce it to the ground, not god or book or creativity, but the ben self, the ben adam, the ben son of man – human ben all too human but I write the Book, total with its violent cablestar carnage and beach pornographic gods – god cocks god mauls god guns graphic body horror hourglass distraction (He was the joke of the entire school. First he got mad.. then he got even SLAUGHTER HIGH) I dream YHVH as Ghostface and he skewers my body knife point pliable prayer and then abandons me body horror prophecy I admit now I rarely miss God because I have retained my creativity and prophecy: I continue to write and prophesy I continue to perform / participate and experiment
I read the Fluxus Performance Workbook I steal performance and use the performances
GENPEI AKASEGAWA
KOMPO
Conductor wraps his baton with apper and string. Performs wrap their instruments. Date unknown.
I conduct the Book but the Book plays my body surfboard performance art animal sea Book bay of blood conducts stations of the cross cobweb ben adam anteater arson Ben adam anarchic antipode book aporia: my aperiodic body tiles Taryn godzilla rhizome zebra
Conduct baseball bat bone conduction Conduct bear baths bone conduction taryn transmission: my bone vibrates voces voce polychordal auditory hallucinations Conduct canal tuning fork frenzy (Ludwig Van Beethoven famously rumored to use bone conduction after losing most of his hearing by placing one end of a rod in his mouth and resting the other end on the rim of his piano) Conduct canal rod rhizome: roam chelsea climb sea Chelsea sea cloud climb ben climb loud ladder corpuscles / red blood cell book circuits Cell calve melodic kernel click and I conduct the ostinato Europera I conduct the ostinato not counterpoint but sequenza ouroboros and word world serpent surrounds cell (The mysterious monster finally appears!) (Cell is an evil artificial life form created using cell samples from several major characters in the series… He travels back in time so he can become the perfect being) I conduct the cell television channel a favorite technique of contemporary jazz writers and I wrap the baton in bone crescendo I wrap my baton in bone rope and bone bacon and conduction cardigans repetitive rhythmic harmonic schemata
I dream the desert whistling wolf tone oppressive ochre and blazing shadowless sun Book bone ulver shadows of the sun supplemental shimmer Shimmer shimmer large grotesque eye / eye drop bone dropa stone Eye inlet shell sun string stabs funk killing It is a desert / It’s only a desert It is a desert it’s only a desert dressed rest wolf distance Wolf desert desert: there is a desert and it doesn't make sense to say
I begin the bone desert desert Book Book blooms bright brain fire and the blossoms beam patriarchs, who entered the Divine mind before creation and entered the World That Is Coming, where they were treasured away… From there, they emerged secretly and were concealed with the prophets of truth Book blossoms bark bone bone birch breaking / breakers blossoms Book patriarchs Breakers conduction bone blossoms book blade blast apostolic fathers I wedge waters the word world to come window: window water woman windpipe pirouette silhouette Sail shadow silhouette sweat bee sweet / sweet farewell to the flesh Bee sweet farewell to the flesh sheol (the world to come does not succeed this world in time, but exists from eternity as a reality outside and above time, to which the soul ascends) My soul sweats sweet paper bag bone blossoms My soul sweats sheets of sound solar anus noise / transmigration of souls earth rotations rhizome locomotives I wrap my soul in blue bone then red bone blended word whiskey My soul conducts bone book electric cardinals and my brain baton barrooms blueprint and I cut ground bass Ground material mystic myth / soul ground bass ben adam myth mixed blueprints the play cure myth material soul I mist motif mother material material soul sweat fat flesh / fish mother multiprocesses Yaldabaoth monosaturated fats Flesh fat fishscale skull cross god / double and triple bonds breasts basilisks behemoths – whenever who the beyond what and who whenever barracudas and blue fin sharks
I break open the Book panther pomegranates lynx lights
Where is jazz going? says Thelonious Monk. I don’t know. Maybe it’s going to hell. You can’t make anything go anywhere. It just happens, says Monk.
I don’t know where the Book is going and it’s probably going to hell – I write hell anyway (if there are really seven heavens, there also also seven hells) I don’t know what lift up your eyes on high and see who created these These who unknown underneath: my soul sink subterranean Unknown always invades Book and Book oscillates aleatoric open / stochastic stinkbug spirits Book aleatoric antlers aleph ant colonies Clonal colonies and clonal organisms arbor harbor writing writings Writings ruin improvisations razor snap button Book: block Book blue fin shark shaker chair
Beware desert but live desert: wolf desert desert Wolf desert desert: there is a desert and it doesn’t make sense to say I am in the desert but I experience the dip and depth of desert through and through Through the desert, black wolves with black eyes gaze god apophatic Gaze god maze maize crop circle desert or deserted: I inhabit the desert ben body blues bombay beach Blur blues body beach screech owl reach long lilith talons Long lilith talons Taryn lion laughter Taryn talon apple turnover / she scatters chains and animal kidneys across the floor Babies grow in every pore Faces iron files corn on the cob cornflakes filler scripture (it’s not filler, it’s exploration)
Book exceeds experiment so I conduct more experiments Book eye excess early morning experiment experiment eye earth Empty Book book bit body horror (the monstrosity Yahweh who walks in the Garden of Eden in the cool of day is an infinitely more grotesque and abyssal version of He Who Walks Behind The Rows in Children of the Corn)
Where’s jazz going? I don’t know. Maybe it’s going ot hell. You can’t make anything go anywhere. It just happens.
I Begin With Interludes
If you don’t know where to begin, begin with Nag Hammadi
I want to ask you for reassurance to help me write, I say. Do you want reassurance that you can write or do you want direction in how to write? says Asia. Both. OK, then let me ask you some questions to help me get a better understanding. What specific ways do you feel that you are failing in? Do you feel like more people should be reading and enjoying it? Do you feel like you aren’t effectively getting your ideas across or something else? I feel myself wrestling and struggling with ideas, I say. It’s not coming out easy. The frustration with the process itself. Then what I do write I feel a lot of doubt about. I worry it doesn't make sense. It feels like nonsense sometimes. So I think it’s a lot of the latter question, not effectively getting my ideas across. The second question is more marketing, I think. I just need to find a good salesman somewhere and people will read it. Maybe you should work on the same idea and rework them until you feel like you have them, says Asia. You can either start concrete and tradition and work at making it anarchic and freeform, or you can start with chaos and try to reign it in. If you are currently feeling this way I would suggest starting with something concrete and working towards anarchy. You can absolutely do this. You’ve had breakthroughs before and you will do it again. Just remember that because of how you do things, you won’t see immediate results because of the lag, says Asia.
If you don’t know where to begin, begin with Nag Hammadi: if you don’t know where to begin, begin with Pistis Sophia Nail gun nag hammadi knits holes and hooks human body networks I work shade and shadow nail gun gatling knot gnosis Gnosis knots nag hammadi seed of seth soft sulfur balloon nerve gas gut nail gun nag hammadi
I book Book rhythm I begin shook Book gold foil rhythm: foil ool rhythm phrasing through the barline like yardbird Bare barline Book blood body rhythm: rhythm blood bare bar between between blade bare flesh flax floor floor flat clax between rhythm Rhythm to the left twitch To the left bitches brew body broad melody Broad bone melody Book foil shook my fowl flesh My flesh m stinks strange metaphysics My body folds funk extra dimensions desert fuck / myocardial infarction metaphysics
I begin with the Book and through the Book and she swells within those who […] within the Pleroma and she beholds the Pleroma
I begin within those who – who – written the Pleroma / lift your eyes on high and see: Who created these Who created these: within those Who Who Within the Pleroma Who her Taryn owl light Book Word Who Taryn she snow light Book to the left hitches Taryn Trine snow light and owl light word who bitches brew
Book who light waxwork Who Book look light shadow work walk chariot work book random walk repeated solidifies rhythm Book beholds who the play of khora and pleroma and light wicks mine moon Arkham Asylum moon mirror or man on the moon / rabbit rhythm Rabbit rhythm black bear melody / owl and crow polyphony
She dwells within those who Who beware multiple wolves who Who within the pleroma
I Work Through The Weird Of The Book
If you don’t know where to begin, begin with Nag Hammadi I begin Pistis Sophia which does not belong to Nag Hammadi but it still transmits the Seed of Seth I seer Seed of Seth wind word spiral and my serpent-spice spools thread taryn Serpent-spine spools thread taryn tetragrammaton My serpent-sternum embraces automobile to automobile wraith crashes
If you don’t know where to begin, begin with Nag Hammadi: if you don’t know where to begin, begin with the Book Book borrows from the Book: Book steals from the book the order of the valley of Vision Vision invisible oracle ossits or ires against / arson body fire Arson against agon bore book fire: bone chain bone machine Machine bone book valley: valley volley fire Yahweh of Armies marching formations
I begin with the Book and I begin with the body Body human body son of man child of humanity Body tender buttons striptease tetragrammaton / body barlow horns together Body togethers theaters tendrils / tetragrammaton cubist tentacles
If you don’t know where to begin, begin with Nag Hammadi: You too they will seize but leave Jerusalem for it is she who always gives the cup of bitterness to the sons of light Book seizes me Saint Luke Passion and Saint Matthew Passion / saint matthew returns to the womb Seize shake spirit split jerusalem / earthquake at resurrection
I transmit seed of seth last supper insect syntax and from today onwards now I will speak with you openly from the beginning of the truth until its completion I speak open transmission radioactive radio: an darkened an agitated agitated darker book openly Seth openly syntax cedar: my spine cedar-serpent spools thrad taryn tetragrammaton I revel in the word spool: I revel vertical viduity vivid color colors I cluster colors colors crowd gospels My serpent-sternum spiral splash cymbal autodestructive art Sternum stand serpent column river wraith castles / stuck inside a mobile with the memphis blues again
From onwards I speak open openly passion passion face to face without parable play parable hammadi ghosts Nag hammadi ghosts codex fairy spirits To the left, inside a magic circle, the witch, sitting on a throne of owls… From onwards throne of owls mount of olives Onward word olive jerusalem jerusalem the one who kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to her
I speak openly magic earth oil witchcraft Word witch wheat white write wife word I wife word witches wall mural: her wall wounds flesh fresco
To the left, witch light Left witch light and if he left off dreaming about you where do you suppose you’d be To the left ladder witch light and one eager man had opened his pocket knife and reached into the car to cut off my left ear
I make musical nonsense peddled in the name of jazz I perform horrifying demonstrations of antijazz I often make music nonsense none written / sound experiment I experiment St. Luke’s Passion or micropolyphonic requiem / requiem sharks I jam antijazz noise nag hammadi Noise nude witches wild strawberry word Strawberry and watermelon experiment / cantaloupe stations of the cross I experiment assembly fragments of pre-existing film from the tsarist film industry
(Cinema consists of fragments and assembly of those fragments – it is not the content of the images that bear importance but their combination The raw materials of the artwork need not be original but are prefabricated elements which can be disassembled and reassembled by the artist into new juxtapositions)
I maintain the cut assemblage cut as disassembled reassembled coo jazz collage / salt assemblage antijazz I’d like to explore more disparate juxtaposition jagged collage glass bell chords Surreal collage and absurd assemblages
I feel like my writing in a lot of ways is accessible, I say. I think the reason people think it’s difficult is because they try to approach it the wrong way maybe. I consider my writing almost like an oral form. It is an oral torah, it is an oral collection, it is saying and open sound poetry that needs to be heard. The sounds and hearing take priority. I think the reason think it’s difficult is because they try to see the meaning in every individual word and image instead of seeing the images together. It’s not about individual meanings but the web of connections, I say. It’s not that it’s difficult, says Asia. It’s just you have to be in a certain mindset to read it. It’s like the difference of walking in your own home with the lights on and somewhere unfamiliar with the lights out, she says.
Inside a magic circle, the witch sitting on a throne of owls practices her witchcraft I practice witchcraft jazz antijazz antimatter matter annihilation (I of the book like Anthony Braxton thought Three Compositions of New jazz was going to sell a million copies and people would dance to it in the streets)
You dream of having a place in the book and right away, you become a word shared my eyes and lips Lips lean left lunar light left A little to the left camera frame witchcraft Camera frame flat book float I begin and end with the Book begins nag hammadi machine sun body codex Codex collage crash body nonlinear / cork crash bandicoot Eyes share eyes inset waters lip left word To the left, inside a magic circle Circle circe sorcery rotor eros rib root farewell photography
Experiment jazz discontinuity unconnected witchcraft Witch pop art california clay Collect clay chaos california rain Experiment clay collect nonsense You too they will seize but I continue to write passion and jerusalem The Book seizes me and the spirit of prophecy seizes leaves atom smasher abandonment and I write shit fuck what fuck Book I make musical nonsense peddled in the name of jazz and the Book sires the cup of bitterness to the sons of light Rain Book claims california clay and california rain / speaks with me opening from the beginning of the truth until its completion but Book betrays who creates Book betrays what what do you know what have you contemplated for what have you searched all is concealed as before Book baffles me claw concealed cricket lies heavy cicada brass broods Termite trumpet trombone brood bile concealed Book This Book jams nonsense jazz and it sounds nonsense Book demonstrates a horrifying antijazz / cheshire cat catgut god noise God nude noise gas nozzle book nothing
I do not travel far from wolves I do not veer far from wolves but I let their language bite jaw biker jacket sheered slender metal jagged body sheets of sound
If you don’t know where to begin, begin with Pistis Sophia I begin with the logia of the savior and a Christ savors strange studio surveillance languages: sophia languages sapphire languages sapphic languages Languages nonlinear liminal languages language the perfect savior says: Son of Man consents with Sophia, his consort, and reveals a great androgynous light… Its male name is designated ‘Savior, begetter of all things’; it’s female name is designated ‘All-Begetress Sophia’ … Some call her ‘Pistis’
I participate Pistis my beginner’s language beginning language I pray pistis performance as pistis psalm parchment Parking lot petroglyph grinds light recurrent images of emaciated women sailor bloodshed pistis pus pseudepigrapha
Pistis insists pungent plunderphonics Pistis eats intensities flesh free flow plunderphonics / glamour photograph sophia
Woman waxworks word waxworks Woman shadowplay work pistis plunderphonics melted flesh I melt human flesh oil and rattlesnake charisma I pour wax perpetual motion stations of the cross ball python
I work through the weird of the Book I work wormwood wax the melted green blue of the cross codex I invent work ice wine wheel language, and toe the left of my idiolect, a witch sitting on a throne of owls inside a magic circle I circle the work but it spills sprawl overlapping spirals / sea sheol intersections Nautilus shell snail noise nuance / nauseous nail bomb
I work weird language the shadow of the waxwing slain
I Copy The Entirety Of The Universe In Two Spiral-Bound Notebooks
There’s a certain repetitious stupidity and stubbornness to my perceived writing or creative blocks – I perceive a creative stasis and stagnation over the same old shit (SAMO© AS AN ALTERNATIVE TO BOOSH WAH-ZEE FANTASIES… THINK) The same old shit – the same damn fears – I write those fears every time – a lack of flexibility to approach, a fear of experiment and making ugly, fear of cringe and embarrassment – these continually plague me I recall the performance of the spiral notebook: this simplicity, the ubiquitous paper made unfamiliar as a sound machine, a music instrument, a jar of mayonnaise… Fuck rigid old wineskin chronological process (I’m sure I have written this before, my repetitious stupidity and tedious foolishness) and open flexible new wineskin kairos process: prophetic contaminated time process and messianic kingdom of the skies time process I will probably write this again but I must until I drink OPEN DESERT desert swarms and desert crowds multiple wolves hyenas OPEN OCEAN MAPS RHIZOMES
Two spiral-bound notebooks lay brick bodies in open ocean Two spiral notebooks boat bodies bourbon open ocean book sound watersun music Water sun spiral fountain music
I copy the entirety of the universe in two A5 size spiral notebooks
I sometimes (often?) treat my writing monomania too seriously , as if I write new scripture to a new religion – and I do write a new religion but remember this religion contains the absurd, the play, the pun, the rhizomic ridiculousness
Two spiral bound notebooks whir wind up bird black box nag hammadi Spiral spills spanner body horror: ben book spirals Ben book spirals spill bay blood (a curve or a plane that winds around a fixed center in a continuously increasing or decreasing distance from the point) I prepare the notebook holy spirit spiral / curve cudgel slant space plane Plane rain spiral plant curve fold paper / forms of paper Plane paper rain figure sound flesh regular nad contact microphones I manipulate paper into spiral heavy use of repetition Thick paper sheets and cardboard thundersheets shuttle spirals Paper thunder tube and paper umbrella spiral umbra underneath body nautilus Paper nautilus swell nag hammadi / I prepare paper desert distortions washer and dryer
I prepare the notebook non and none name: now her name intense nautilus Her name sound spiral SOUNDS SPIRALS / detour dune doublings Detune dune doublings Steve Reich doubled voices with clarinet at the unison Notebook hear spiral now prepared sound: sound spiral sheets of sound shed boatshed I prepare pure sound notebook (prepared sound: prepared piano prepared guitar laptop guitar tabletop guitar detour lapdance radio)
I wrestle with notebook and I wrestle language despite chastising my writing paralysis earlier – SAME OLD SHIT Fuck it – I rewrite the wrestle again and again I repeat and rewrite the process because this is process Process, event in the poem
The poet’s homeland is the poem and caught from one poem to the next
I pray the poem I pray the poem porous process and process aporia Plane process paper spiral I play the poem pharmakon and pharmacy flatter healing landscape Poem open ocean ossia serpent Serpent shutoff shifts then eon an ran set pan and plasma propulsions Serpent play population pneumobara barotrauma they look like people (You think I’m one of them. Tie me up. Because yes, it’s really scary to trust you right now, but that’s what this is, so trust me because I trust you) (May I ask something your grateful for about me or our friendship? I ask Asia. I’m grateful that you have a broad and flexible idea of what spirituality is and what it can be, she says. You played an integral part in broadening my own ideas of spirituality. And it’s not just your personal ideas; you are very knowledgeable of the different histories and philosophies that exist and have existed in the past, says Asia)
Now called Athingani, they live in Phyrgia and are neither Hebrews nor Gentiles. They keep the Sabbath but are not circumcised. They will not touch any man. If food is offered to them, they will asked for it to be placed on the ground; then they come and take it. They give to others with the same precautions.
I keep the sabbath but I continue writing I transgress the Sabbath and I prophesy mutilators of the flesh paper body horror (if this picture doesn’t make your skin crawl… IT’S ON TOO TIGHT) I prophesy spiral serpent and several processes polar skulls Serpent shift sabbath eon an ran shiftlets and singlets clangorously languages
Two spiral notebooks nude / two spiral notebooks naked Naked notebook noun states accents on air (neighbor, window, happenings, negotiations) Noun notebooks near face fire neon: my hands hold halo radioactive
One or more actions for the right hand right hand risk funnel runnel rhizome and hand tent train turtle fountain One or more actions for the right hand: one or more actions for the left hand Hand hews hand: hand hex hand hard haxan Hand hews hard word haxan haft hue hare Hand hand hard beware air Beware air hand aether: hand action hardbop animal Band action body horror hardbop: beetlejuice knife jammed jewel beetle jazz Hand an and anima mundi math action (Actions by Krzysztof Penderecki and Don Cherry) (Humus the life exploring force) (Actions for free jazz orchestra)
In its original version “(idle) – 51 THINGS TO DO WITH 2 HANDS” was a companion to the notebook “Moving Whole Heart” (2011) by Eileen Myles. The version presented here treats it as a duo piece in its own right
Two hands inhabit two hands Two hands inhabit two hands the marriage of heaven and hell Two hands inhabit two hands beauty will be convulsive or not at all Now Nadja and now Nadja gnosis asia among rivers (because in Prussian it’s the beginning of the word hope and because it’s only the beginning) I adore the name Nadja and I adore the name Asia: her name shimmers mushroom light and bagatelle bakelite (Don’t I love her? When I am near her I am near things near her)
Hand hinge hypothalamus Hand hinges two hands inhabit hellgrammite granite Two hands hellgrammite mortar son of man I hymn son of man happenstance hellgrammite granite / metamorphic rock hallucinogic hellgrammite globster Hellgrammite hemorrhage hemicreeper Hellgrammite hemoglobin hobgoblin hemichodate (my hands goregrind gill slit and my speech staggers structures similar to a notochord) (my hands pornogrind immunoglobulins glass glut other omnisexual cathedrals omnivorous porous Christianities)
I hedgeclip hyperrealism porous hyperpyrexia / hobo crossing hibernaculum
I cross serpent ocean sharp sails shift eon an run pan gold long language Pale nail pan gold god languorous language
Language low lost last language Language lowland lost highway languages: I linger in these languages Languages kingfishers catch fires fires within fires I draw flame fast fisticuffs stations of the cross I dry flame dry orgasms / overlapping scriptures Scripture overlap striptease tasmanian devil desert seraph spirals Spiral seraph stone ring / bow swung finds tongue to fling further fires Spiral serpents elves goes itself in speaks and spells Spiral serpent stereo write a book that contains a hipper repertoire, a more contemporary repertoire Stone ring seraph spirals mimic the spiral-bound coffee stained fake book used by jazz musicians
Spiral strands spiral skyscraper sprawl scribe book spiral Book spiral spy stochastic sprawl all sheets of sound Sound selves Books car spiral crescent cypress Sound low language loud contradicts
Rabbi Meir of Rothenberg writes:
Question: Is it not the liturgical poet who first writes that clay vessels in which leaven was cooked must be broken before Passover, and then states that they may be stored away in wooden sheds, guilty of contradiction?
Answer: It is the poetic liberty to state together two contradictory propositions.
All I write coalesces in contradiction All I write continues contradictions and contradictions camp cavities discontinuous chasms: her crayon campus canyon I never complete contradiction but leap discontinuous jump canyon desert and canyon creeps pigment pink jazz jam / jam runs free and surrender pink steam Surrender pink steam pink shears contradictions / corpse cut by clock tower scissors Pink soothsays contradiction and I absurd abound children of strangers I blue straw stratocasters (I dismantle Top Thrill Dragster what a drip and dippermouth dream) Contradiction noseslides 50-50 grind Christian crypt: I line the catacombs with scripts of magic prayers and drawn chalk amulets
I reimagine the amulet as an actor / actions for the left hand and actions for the right hand An actor getting shot by a machine gun / add tape with plastic bag attached to cloth with plate on skin Add tape untitled film stills / I look away from the camera and outside the frame Untitled film stills finger slices spirit cinema I look camera away from the camera monster mash machines werewolves of london Add tape office girl bombshell girl on the run housewife Add tapes copies without originals: originals ordinals cardinals Old crows young cardinals look away from the camera towards spirals Add tape getting shot by a machine gun imaginary magazine glimpses into the role of an imaginary blonde actress She’s good enough to be a real actress (I’m good enough to be a real writer)
I photograph poiesis – no, I pluck poiesis lake light luke light light lucy / lucky in the sky with diamonds dalliance with lucy the Australopithecus I play poiesis the activity in which benjamin brings something to being that did not exist before, and before buffers bison versus buffalo Water buffalo buffalo woman buffalo gals won’t you come out tonight and dance by the light of the moon Poiesis bringing forth physics emergence Poiesis brings forth emergent physical flesh and I write the threshold occipital bone, the erotic ekstasis I write threshold ascension: John Coltrane’s Ascension repeats ascension alchemy and ascension anticipations / architrave astrophysics cicada allotropes I repeat ascension multiple poiesis
Add tape with plastic bag ball python bagatelles Plastic bag burgundy plastic arts brisk beach bleach (when the stones crash I hear the thunder clash) Plastic bag attached against articulated body agon
Vision and Mysticism 