To really learn how to dance, you have to dance
Before enlightenment, carry water chop wood. After enlightenment, carry water chop wood.
I dance decades I dance decades domain Asia Rhizome criticizes my distance and detachment but I dance decades I dance design detail differ damage differ damage dance desert Desert damage dark dense within nonsense cell dance Dense nonsense sensual enhance dance Body dense danse macabre meat membrane Meat meat membrane brain stem stomach startle Stretch stem stomach dense dance
I stretch shrivelight holy spirit spirit starfields alliterative verse Alliterative agon soon gross malfunctioning endocrine gland growl wave function Function few flesh alliterative agon (first folio of the heroic epic poem Beowulf, written primarily in the West Saxon dialect of Old English. Part of the Cotton MS Vitellius A XV manuscript currently located within the British Library)
Shrivelight and shadowtackle in long lashes lace, lance, and pair
I shake shrivelight: shiver shrivelight loose dagger or prison shank Shrivelight shaped canvas stained ocean park paint Shrivelight catacombs catatumbo lightning kaleidoscope comic trickster: trickster cumulonimbus clouds clout Shrivelight shrinks stratocaster catacombs catch cirrostratus clouds Catch cirrostratus clouds kitbash cobweb cirrus circus cinema Cirrus sirius star city solids cirrocumulus
Copy Until Something Else Happens
I idle circular insanity I ruminate circular ruins and if he left off dreaming about you (with relief, with humiliation, with terror, I understand I too am a mere appearance dreamt by another) I idle circular insanity black thrown into turbine black Turbulent Book bipolar disorder desert black
I listen to Music for 18 Musicians by Steve Reich
I read A Thousand Plateaus by Deleuze and Guattari I copy text: he has hallucinatory experiences, he watched lines leave one plateau and proceed to another like columns of tiny ants He made circles of convergence Each plateau can be read starting anywhere and can be related to any other plateau To attain the multiple, one must have a method that effectively constructs it; no typographical cleverness, no lexical agility, no blending or creation of words, no syntactical boldness, can substitute for it
I listen to Music For 18 Musicians by Steve Reich I realize the regular rhythmic pulse I hear human breath Breath bells bell cell cell hell bells Book Breath Ben breath bells pulses Pulses play ray displacement orange restless aporia
I play too much transition and not enough melody
When asked how he contributed to the film, Warhol responded, Go to the parties, followed by, All of us at the Factory contribute ideas I don’t contribute anything: my flesh fangs factory fringe science I machine bullshit
I copy until I figure out how to find some vision I find some writing I wrote about four years for a philosophy discord server I am no longer part of I might have copied it before but I will copy it again I copy I copy:
I’m going through a profound spiritual transformation. Out of the abyss of depression, out of the tehom and tohu wa-bohu of despair, has come the matter – a kind of prima materia – for new creation. Perhaps this merely a reflection of the natural cycle of my depression-hypomanic moods and that is certainly a possibility. I always wrestle with that tension and background of insanity pervading my psyche.
But if this is truly a profound spiritual transformation, then what does this transformation consist of? A further deepening into the mystical and apophatic, into the mystery of the Godhead. A strange deconstruction, yet faith remains. I feel this mystery occurring in my creative writing. There is another tension present: between Christian orthodoxy and heterodoxy and they are in a collision course. I share my heterodox writings here and orthodox writings elsewhere. And I ponder if there can be a reconciliation of this contradiction, or there will forever be polarity. Polarity is not necessarily bad – perhaps that’s part of the mystery. I venture into it without hesitation.
I venture into the depths and desert of my own subconscious, which is the very ground and grounding of the Godhead. And yet I am not alone – I am with a strong community around me to witness it (to witness my descent into insanity?). I am thankful for that community and communion with others, even if they cannot understand what is occurring.
I continue to write. Writing is the keystone to this whole venture. I must write more and more, both heterodox and orthodox. Though the writing is the mystical experience and the revealing of revelation. It is the prophetic and apocalyptic. Thank you for attending my insane rambles, if you get this far.
I wonder at what point my mysticism reaches a kind of annihilation. I think the classical mystical experience is probably something involving the annihilation of the ego, the self, into the cosmic greatness, into the universal soul or universal Godhead.
It is interesting in Christianity this is often not the case, but rather ego and Godhead often remain separate. In the Eastern Orthodox mystical tradition of theosis, there is no uniting with the substance of God but rather unity with the will s and energies and actions of God. Yet I find myself reaching more of an annihilating mystical moment, where everything is destroyed into the nothing, and from that ex nihilo new creation can begin. I feel this in my writings lately. Out of the Chaos, New Heavens and New Earth, to speak apocalyptically.
One of the other tensions I constantly face in my life is that of science versus faith, or more broadly rationality versus faith. Despite my continual emphasis on mystery, mysticism, and the irrational, I also affirm the rational, the scientific, the evidential simultaneously. I’m no young earth creationist.
I grew up in a fundamentalist church and even then I felt contradiction in my spiritual life versus my scientific life. I affirmed both creation and evolution simultaneously with little effort to reconcile them. I felt the contradiction was a mystery.
The United Methodist Church upholds what is called the Wesleyan Quadrilateral. One gains knowledge through four pillars, which are scripture, reason, tradition, and experience. I find this model useful for my own spiritual life. I affirm the power of scripture, and tradition and its varied hermeneutics on scripture, reason and science’s explanatory power, with direct experience as the validator of all. I admit I lean heavily on experience the most – the mystical experience, the contradicting and paradoxical experience.
Perhaps in this collision of the contradictions between science and faith is indeed the space for the mystical and sacred: an opening made for the mysterious and mythological.
I adhere to William Blake’s axiom: “I must create my own mythology or be ensnared by another” and thus I have created my own mythology, as the gnostics did, as the alchemists did, as the first explorers of the unconscious did.
I combine the rational with the mythological and scripture becomes more powerful through myth, not less powerful. I transform it into my own writing and my own myth. My writing is essentially mythologically. It models scripture and the poetic in this way.
Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.
I don’t think I ever copied this into the Book before – too long, too boring – but I accept the ordinary and I set up tent into a dailiness and ordinariness overlapping ouroboros Ouroboros body bad rot written and rewritten body without organs
The tension (or some of the tension) disappeared eventually disappeared: I became an apostate I left Christianity and I don’t think I would even call myself a Christian of any sort despite not calling myself an atheist (I experienced Yahweh or some other form of the Godhead but then the Godhead abandoned me) I feel myself a monist, a radical materialist, a flat anarchic ontology something ouroboros time is a flat circle something – but a mystical materialist although I don’t know what that means yet Tension disappears and I pitch tent Taryn Tabernacle / material material KRYSXTRYN body without organs
My mysticism, vision, and mythology remains although now it vines, mutates, transforms, plateaus in different forms: flat multiple forms a map and not a tracing
The profound spiritual transformation Ben of four years ago resulted in apostate mystical materialism, and it continued to transform: although the tension disappears, the contradictions (dialectics?) and paradoxes persist
One more observation concerning the United Methodist Benjamin of 4 years ago: I perceive my mental illness (my bipolar disorder and anxiety and perhaps undiagnosed borderline personality disorder) not as a separate subjectivity or experience to be discerned and separated from my “true” self / vision / experiences but now rather it forms an integral part of my subjectivity and cannot be separated from my vision and prophecy I still write mythology: the writing writes itself (you are the one who writes and the one who is written) as mysterious experience and the revealing the revelation The Book and Ben prophecies and endures in eschaton and apocalypse
Prophecy peaks pine mimes mime Bozo the Clown or Red Skelton Freddie the Freeloader (As a child, I misunderstood Red Skelton as Red Skeleton and I imagined him as an alternate version of Captain America’s nemesis Red Skull)
I prophesy mime motown melancholy melancholia bat-mite I prophesy the more photographs I take the better they are I take as many photographs as possible: image machines imago flesh factory incomplete metamorphosis (I go to the parties) I go to the parties pretzel pickled punk aporia An entirely pornographic series of sexual encounters on the old red couch at the Factory with all the permutations and orientations
Hey. Nothing is original. Authenticity does not exist. Everything is assemblage, combination, pastiche, collage of what came before it (everything conditioned / turtles all the way down). Even the original splits within itself, already multiple, always-already multiplicity and rhizomic. The original point and original story slips and elude impossible impossible. What does this mean? You’re free to do whatever you want. What matters is you DO (the more photographs I take, the better they are I take as many photographs as possible) (an entirely pornographic series of sexual encounters on the old red couch at the Factory with all the permutations and orientations) You’re free to do whatever you want. What matters is you DO. You know what I’m saying? DO despite the flux and field of non-self, non-essence, and the emergent consciousness. Create. You will combine everything that has ever existed in the process [Someone mentions the documentary Everything Is A Remix]. Yes, it’s been awhile. And yes, I’m remixing the remix. That's all creativity ever is. But that’s everything at the same time. Also although I think the original is impossible, it’s also OK to strive and approach the impossible, like Moses trying to see the face of Yahweh. But don’t let the fucking monstrosity kill you in the process.
Brain escape toboggan tobacco raw cerebrospinal fluid Cerebral bore cerebrospinal fluid boll weevil ben adam ben body Boll weevil word wool word Book olive branch birch rhizome Boll weevil driller killer bible Boll weevil drown roughcast oar row dazzling whiteness wherever an elm arches / cave arch and cave entrance Cave each karst lime low cave entrance caves not exist Down dazzling elm arch all and boll weevil: boll weevil weaves bone bone elder bore awl Boll weevil warped bone wheel cave walls: wall wherever an elm arches Elm arch reams alive nightmare on elm street Whatever an elm arches sharpens caveway racketeering Racketeer rockateer musket; muskrat three musketeers cannonball tic-tac-toe
Copying Through Writing Stagnation
When trying to find some materials related to the word “non-slip” I discover some material on the phone I wrote dated three years ago that was either never used or that I intended to reuse at some point It begins with a quotation from the Gospel of Thomas and I record the passage in its entirety and it its original formatting:
Simon Peter said to him, you are like a just messenger.
I resist the return to religion: Asia abhors dogma. Yet my religion – this Spirit – assaults even the icon of Asia, Asia image and imagination. Yet write religion without boundary: write religion without limitation. Not syncretism or synthesis but the boxing beyond. Beyond Yahweh, to Woman. Beyond Yahweh to Asia Rain. Chop and screw. Cut and sample. Collide and clash text to text, an intertextual intimacy. Scripture seduces scripture. Scripture seduces the salacious slice of the sentence, and sentence seizes me. Sentence strips me bare before Asia, a vulnerable vision, a vulnerable velocity, a valley pink violet.
This can be explained that the plants only emerged as far as the surface of the ground, and there remained until Adam prayed for rain. The rain then fell and all the plants and trees began to grow from the ground. I pray for Asia rain and her plants bloom bountiful Benjamin all around her. The ground germinated all gods and goddesses, the Table Taryn Torah Of Generations, and my soul gives birth to God Benjamin. My soul slips solace the givenness that gives birth God Benjamin, and all I dip in the letter becomes Divine. All I baptize in the Asia Alphabet becomes an Aleph-null, beginning infinity and starting infinite, stratified in the stretch of human skin and human library.
Book buries bodies. Book blisters bodies. Book buoys bodies. The Christ and Christian Body. The Christina and Christ body and I build the brick body and body barrels gnosis. Body betrays gnosis near gnosis and gnosis narrows gnosis a Taryn Thomas. Simon Peter Taryn Thomas Androgynous and she speaks Asia Rain as a spigot and reservoir. She’s likes Asia Axel wheel in wheel four evangelists and four creatures, and Simon Peter merges with Simon Magus. Simon Peter Magus levitates light and lasers and speaks transfiguration tabernacles, one for you, one for Moses, and one for Elijah, mediator and mediatrix between Law and Prophets an Ancient of Ancient Antinomian (a Torah commandment can be fulfilled by breaking it – to eat an almond, one must first crack the shell. I crack the shell of Shekinah. I open openings shell singles shell the signs Asia Rain and we eat anarchy. We eat free dance separate together the sounds and movement united by their mere presence. Texts united by their mere juxtaposition, speaking as a just messenger
… past ben writes coherent the edge book bodies burning … I abandon text...
… past ben circa cave crushes covenant because Asia invades my brain with creative hook worms and car door scratches…
… I abandon text and do else ward … feel district district fuck…
Non-slip nihilism Non-slip slipping my soul slips solace the givenness this is where time becomes space Nonslip clouds smother that say blackness eclipses its sun
… I break glass in your room again… … this container transports a disease which has no cure…
Whoever is near me is near fire and whoever is far from me is far from the kingdom Huntress Diana mixes moon and underworld Cascades Repetition is a form of change Repetition is a form of change Ruined could microaggregation towards most rooftop traces that country retrospect because fruits ruling
… feel district fuck fork fuck continuity…
Simon Peter said to him, you are like a just messenger
I wrestle Simon Peter and he fishes for my spinal cord split body wrestled
Someone contacted me through my Blog Contact page – I’ve never had anyone contact me through this page before The person wrote:
Hello. How do you reach the state? The state in which you write your journals. Was it some spontaneous wake-up? A long road? Some special practice? Thank you.
After some careful consideration, I write the following response:
I’m not entirely sure how to answer this except I developed my writing technique over a long period of time and currently I would describe the main component of it as two fold:
One is discipline
Write daily, post daily, no matter what. What comes is what comes.
Second is just the process of taking time to absorb and learn and be inspired and vision. Read a lot, listen a lot, explore a lot in all manners. Be in dialogue with everything around
I do consider my writing practice as a spiritual practice and ideally a visionary: but I write with discipline daily even if I lack vision
What I do not mention in the response: the amount of vision injected through the process of copying and being open to the copy I copy and I copy and I repeat, and each repetition reveals At times, a tedious process but a necessary process The initial imprint often lacks vision, but open operation and open cut in the copy lets vision leak in Light leaks in and intermingles dark, a supernal darkness
I lack vision I lack vision I lack vision I lack vision Repetition is a form of change … Repetition is a form of change… I copy open and gods swarm secret text I suffer from an increasing barrage of depression and negative self thoughts and I sometimes bore myself but I make writing a discipline because to write is to survive I don’t participate in writing sabbaticals but I write sabbath and Sabbatai Sevi and Saturn Sun Ra After I bloodlet the bullshit, I will copy the passage past ben wrote (… repetition is a form of change…) I go back to the room and experiment exorcisms I exorcise my excrement but not my excess
What Is This
This cup of blessing, which should rest on five fingers and no more – like a rose, sitting on five sturdy leaves, paradigm of five fingers This rose rings cup of blessing
This cup slys shy chord curves This cup cuts new notation notated or annotated gnosis (Christian Wolff talks notation: It simply consists of a wedge, and what it means is that it is like a rest but a rest of indeterminate duration. So it is a break but it could be of any duration whatsoever. It could be very short – a pause before the next phrase – or it could be two minutes of nothing. And that space is there for the performer to use in any way that s/he thinks is appropriate, says Christian Wolff)
This cup cusp
This cup cusp cut cure
This cup cleaves cross chord curves This cup cuts new notation notated or annotated gnosis (never silent but skull chatter then sometimes additional space / desert duration) A notated antinomian knots not duration duration desert silence I perform the cup to clusters hands forearms feet / improvisation arising through the statistical nature of timbre transformations Continuous thread talks Taryn contrapuntal material materials cluster effects experiments
I claim cup and cup cuts open holy graal Graal grease great old ones octet Octet great old ones other gods grazes grease D’Angelo’s Chicken Grease Cup cloisters grail myths monuments monoliths Nonlinear monoliths mouth cattails and craters
Cup crater cubs crazy taxi disneyland Cup crucifixion Christianities Cup Christianity crucifixions flesh flop phalanx Cup clusters leaves in five, nine, and thirteen Tetragrammaton thirteen thorns thrak thrall Taryn tetragrammaton cup grammar cup graphemes
Cup nocturnal noctis nyx nocturnal emissions Nocturnal emissions emesis ectoplasm Cup circumfessions cup cabinet of curiosities casinos Cup slot machine cherubim conspiracy theories Conspiracy theory thrones of glory radioactive glow glucagon
I prefer a wake I wander the dream I dream the music serpent (I dream of painting and then I paint the dream) I prefer a wake listen she lights the lights and lights dream I dream seamless wake awake dreaming
My coming, my going – two simple happenings that got entangled Entangled anamnesis reveals my birth-death identical tunnel-ladder: Christ’s cervix cups my cranium birth crib death Christ’s cervix craves cup messianic vagina vision: Christ fixed me to the cross cunt both directions (John Coltrane's lost-then-found both directions at once)
Thoughts on the word “tits”? I ask Christina. I used to not like it, she says. Not I use “titties” or “bitties” or “these old things” exclusively, she says. It’s an interesting word to me, I say. I might use it more often in my writing. It has more punch. What do you use naturally? C says. I don’t usually talk about boobs in my daily life so I just use boobs when I do or breasts, I guess. You need to shake it up, says C.
I read Edmond Jabès’ The Book of Questions, translated into English by Rosmarie Waldrop and I don’t comprehend The Book of Questions I don’t understand The Book of Questions and I can’t make it through a single page withotu feeling overcome and overwhelmed by the language Its languages flood my flesh visions and I prefer a wake I wake wit wet taryn twat tetragrammaton grammar glamour lilith microliths Microliliths monoliths microcosm macrocosm Language fleet flesh porneia panic dreams neogolisms geos new languages and new questions The Book of Questions writes my body rewritten innumerable books, uncomfortable unaccountably infinite books…
To be in the Book To figure in the Book of Questions, to be a part of it To be responsible for a word or sentence, a stanza or chapter…
I exist book I exist beneath between Book I exist Book between under erasure I exist enter-exit Book ben adam Book-Book from Body-Book
I exist under erasure upper structures Book: Book enters exists exits stratification of counterpoint counterpoint-contra-counterpoint cryptocounterpoint Christianities Book exists exits intercepted intensities intricacies labyrinths: labyrinth stratification counterpoint kontrapunkte python
All religions, all laws, all books of old, if one reads them, it’s like turning your face backwards and examining words which have long gone extinct… all this originates from the side of death
Antialiasted antinomianism (I rid myself of my thumbprints and tattoos) (I modulate antinomian archegrammar moths antinomian angles arclight animated mothlights / she looked like a villain from Terry and the Pirates) Antinomian acupuncture minimal transformers transformer animals I rid myself of my thumbprints and tattoos / she lights the lights libertine She lights the lights libertine anarchic antinomianism anarchic alchemy Antinomian horoscope word hatch handwriting body horror (planisphere with constellations and signs of the zodiac, manuscript 16th century)
I find a passage that past ben wrote to Asia almost two years ago. I copy it here:
I was writing yesterday in the Book that Yahweh is in the same process that I am.
Yahweh is somehow contaminated or incomplete, and I am too. By prophesying and writing not only do I perpetually move myself towards perfection, I move Yahweh towards perfection too. We both lack a divine feminine.
Not a new idea. Not entirely.
In mystical Judaism, the Shekinah or female divine aspect of Yahweh is in exile with Israel. By performing the commandments with the correct intention we help unite the Shekinah back to the Godhead and make it compete again
The very act of creation fractures the Godhead in some way.
Anyway that's why I made my own God. Or a version of that god
""I must Create a System, or be enslav'd by another Man's. I will not Reason & Compare; my business is to Create."
Words uttered by Los in Blake's Jerusalem The Emanation of the Giant Albion.
One of Blake's strongest objections to orthodox Christianity is that he felt it encouraged the suppression of natural desires and discouraged earthly joy. In A Vision of the Last Judgment, Blake says that:
Men are admitted into Heaven not because they have curbed and governd their Passions or have No Passions but because they have Cultivated their Understandings. The Treasures of Heaven are not Negations of Passion but Realities of Intellect from which All the Passions Emanate Uncurbed in their Eternal Glory. (E564)"
I do not know what connection past ben tried to make with Lurianic Kabbalah and William Blake, but I perceive in it that antinomian archegrammar and creative anarchy: the mustard seed of a creative anarchy when fully mature creates its own gods and mythologies I ceaselessly create new gods and new scriptures
Antinomian static Static antinomian: static static Static static self-contained music with either development or traditional rhythmic configuration
Fuck, where the fuck am I? (Where do we come from? Where are we? Where are we? Where are we going?) Fuck where do I go the goings nowhere nowhere now here Whatever and ever amen I listen to Ben Folds Five and think Christina who wrote the lyrics to Evaporated on the envelopes of the letters she sent me: I poured my heart out – it evaporated, see? I pour my heart out nothing but bitter gall scroll prophecy I pour out nothing but Bitter Book and Absolute Library, and Adonai swims lymph node absinthe and El Shaddai fucks up nervous-like anxious lyssavirus
Lyssavirus library labyrinth fucked up spirals spirits lymph-nodes naphata nameless nowhere Niobium nowhere vitrine none numbers Surreal numbers spiral unreal: nostrum nocturne neologisms
Spiral unreal something new: something new language in language new
I want to make a movie that is a long movie, that is all black on one side and all white on the other I want to write a book that is a long book with so many words on one side it impregnates the page deep black ink and the other side white space
Spirit spins spirits uzumaki uzumaki underground machines underneath unctions universes My name spirals nonslip nonslip number worship (a nonslip out-sole provides traction in all conditions) (a nonslip acrylic spray especially formulated for us or interior and exterior surfaces to prevent slip and falls)
I Prefer A Wake
I despise my body but I go back to the room and write
Room write no roof Room room I despise my body but experiment Room restless ben body no room Rare room remainder body Room no roof restless No roof body less / body to body job to job
I depose this body room desert room
I destroy ben body make sounds with stones I dissect ben body draw sounds out of stones Stone stirs snow ben body lights spelled deficiently
I interact ben field experiment a field next to nothing Selves and identities open experiments I do not know who ben so I document the outcomes under different changes of variables
Rare room I study Luciano Berio’s Sinfonia
The octet never silent but chatters commentaries about the music itself
Octet concocts fantastic table salt Octet whooping crane carousel Merry-go-round room no roof Octet ocelot constellation ovulation Octet tangent line snow leopard Peter Brötzmann Octet Igor Stravinsky Octet apocatastasis
I write octet animated antipodes: pod people desert desert dialysis Palestrina starts out with lines and arrives at chords and Bach grows an ideal harmonic background from which voices develop linearly independent ben body balloons independent helium hac hak han don’t fuck with razorback Back ball cock cock space shuttle shuttlecock kisses octet
I kiss octet ben body trap set trapezoid zero juggernaut Knot naut not octet but unusual organs ben body
ben body buzz bars buzz cut season sock puppet octet
Octet never silent but chatters klang chorus neoclassical neoplasm / primordial confetti primeval firecrackers
I chatter stations of the cross I chatter pink out of the corner stations of the cross cherry cloisters Went out carrying the cross himself to the place called the Skull
Skull chatters octet two others with him, criminals led out to execution and when they reached the place called Skull, they crucified him there, and the criminal with him, one on his right and the other on his left
I accidentally drop my skull and it shatters room no roof restless bone shards Shard charizard bone firecrackers Shard bone char charlotte cyclops parking lot
I split my skull two crosses and two criminals mothman cryptids
Octet eye egg cuts cassette recorded voice chatter clatter katzenjammer
An insistent command KEEP GOING KEEP GOING detached desperate desperate different dark desert
Keep going keep going life in a glasshouse experiments Experiment skull octet keep going golgotha Keep going KEEP GOING gnostic gethsemane big mac sesame seed bun in the beginning In the beginning the blossoms have appeared on earth: the time of pruning arrives
Octet skull alchemy alchemy acid drop om Om octet alchemy ouroboros: boron stone three steles of seth saturated stone Stone skull make sounds with skull Draw sounds from skull a number of sizes and shapes Shaped skull shaped canvas grasp stone stop sign Discrete skull desert
Keep going KEEP GOING experiment Try to move your imagination toward sound: it’s a matter of following sounds Somehow recover adapt shift monitor / highly controlled circumstances Follow the sound the pitches the colors watch them move
Follow keep going KEEP GOING book oars and ashes This woman who cremates the dead black as crow: she crow claws Christina stations of the cross Crow carries criminal crucifixion place of the skull She crows Christina cross and Christina combs catacombs crows-into-bats bats-into-crows Christina combs cab cobwebs Crowns-into-spiders spiders-into-spun-black-bone Black bone back bone blanket bullets Christina takes an old corpse and breaks off my thighbone: Christian takes an old corpse and breaks off my forearm Christina cracks my skull and sets it out a bowl of milk I throw my rotted leper's hand into the bowl My leper’s hand holds leopards: unleavened leopard and lynx links ben body passover aperiodic last supper
I sing Sinfonia unordered octet / millipede milliseconds I singer Sinfonia solar eclipse skull ellipsis (may the cloud smother that day, blackness eclipse its sun) I sin sinfonia several suns son of man men lying with men ben sodom (nothing more restful than arithmetic / nothing more restful than chamber music) It seems I sing only reapted sounds sound sum sinfonia
I repeat sounds room no roof ruins I repeat serpent sonnet more room ben nothing but an academic exercise
I prefer a wake
Today was my last day with Finnegan, says Christina. What’s happening with Finnegan? Is he going to his wake? Glue factory, says C. Oh damn, wake was better. We actually DO have a rendering plant nearby, so a lot of our patrons believe it when I say that. He’s retiring. We retire then halfway through their typical lifespan so that they get the joy of some non-human interaction time. Oh good! I say. I was going to say you look happy he's going to be glue. I just love glue! says C.
I prefer a wake I prefer the wake room rhizome riverrun ransack I ransack and rummage no roof root ruins I ruin fadograph of a yestery scent scene Miles Davis yesternow fingernail Yahweh I constantly stimulate my memory and put it to work but it contradicts and frustrates me I prepare a wake follow sound pitches colors
Keep going KEEP GOING / listen, listen are you going are already listen listen let me see your face once more
I Mix Waters Her Magic Words And Magic Songs
Asia Rhizome beetles rubber rivers girl gruppen Her gruppen generates cyclic dreams her adam visions
I dream that the use of noise to make music will continue and increase Increase sound All increase sounds any and all sounds increase heard / heard in hell and cold thicket Thicket thickens tetragrammaton ticket trickster Thicket twins thinner tetragrammaton a glass argument the pool table in the back Glass augments pool table thicket thinner in the back black paintings / black the quintessence of simplicity and elegance black the liaison which connects art and fashion
Beer black ben adam Black beer bed ben adam alphabet Bet ben adam black using only straight horizontal and vertical lines and rectangular forms Beer black ben adam again alphabet: aleph I limit my formal vocabulary to colors red, yellow, and blue, and the three values black, white, and grey I bottle black / cloud smothers day and blackness eclipses its sun
Button black bridge branch branch black I beam black a post jamb support I avoid symmetry and attain aesthetic balance by the use of opposition
Vertical and horizontal lines layer / plants do not intersect
I mix black with black I merge mixed waters: snow in water madison medicine I merge emerge mixed waters black mercury red Merge emerge mixed waters mercury immediate medicine: medicine mercury salves black snake bites Mercury salves several serpents salvation: salvation from serpents and salvation through serpents (just as Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, so the Son of Man must be lifted up) I mix heavy mercury medicines her massed hair Her hair masses tridentine mass (Hermes Trismegistus and the creative fire that unites polarities) (Dissolution and bonding, mercury and sulfur in the image of the eagle and a toad)
I blacken mixed waters her magic words and magic songs: her magic prayers fragments of old handed down from earlier generations (Taryn Oral Torah and oral antinomian heresies) I repeat her languages over and over again between her bodies and my bodies, and I rub the languages I rub languages bow string for fire starting
The poet names and language makes I name after their appearance, after their essence, and I give the names talking gods Language forests pottery fossilized poetry / limestone infinite masses of the shells of animalcules I shell word stone image languages imago language Language play complete metamorphosis
I play pentecost I play pentecost my bodies all of one accord and one place and suddenly a sound from heaven and rustling mighty wind filling my house and houses She appears to the cloven tongues of fire and she fills me up holy ghost and I speak her tongues rubbing mouths rubbing bodies
I shake serpent magic and sound poetry I shake a new species of verse without words I cover my legs with a cothurnus of luminous blue cardboard and I resemble an obelisk I wear a huge cardboard collar scarlet inside gold outside
I shake I love to think of a red purple rose in darkness cooled by night I begin in English and I transform into beast language: beast languages star languages lush gushes mixed waters and salt waters unseparated bodies (poetry really loves the name of anything)
My spells and charms language word in search of things: words in search of happenings and materialities
I shake rebuilding the road network I shake larger amount of wood / larger amount of word I quake and shake wood fiber for paper eating insects
I feel weird waste I listen to Snowing (I’ve been wasting all this fucking year on the idea of getting up and moving on but I wait around, just empty bottles in the basement of the Slovak center on my side of town) I perceive myself as a memetic loser like Charlie Brown (this is a song that will most likely bore you this is a song that will most likely put you to sleep)
I drink desert death desperate boredom I think of Asia’s advice on how to write my emotions but I can’t dig: I compact surface bore no drill I copy bodies babel babel charcoal black / my body cave walls hunting magic I copy cave walls corpses horses hostile insect bodies Bodies black borders stone slippings hand prints fingerprints Print copy cal cave walls mutant marsupials / maximal human bodies Slint djent gas giants gaskets
I bore fuck fringe science panspermia pantonal platypus My face parking lot platypus pus plague ain’t nobody praying for me
I copy pinned insect collection feels more animated than me I fail fluoride fuselage my body conspires against my body spear church spires fires broken chord bell bodies
My Embarrassment And Foolishness Too Prophesies
In my vision I saw a storm-wind come from the north, a vast cloud with flashes of fire and brilliant light about it: and within radiance like brass, glowing in the heat of the flames
In vision vele verse In vision ben body vellum Mellow vellum body vowel In vision verse: in vision vowel vision border body no border but chamber Chamber bridal chamber clamor embers In vision body slope soap body Vision slope ship ben body behold Behold ben a whirlwind came out of the north a whirlwind came from the earth Earth whirlwind woman iron body drum machine Cloud machine motor body body varial vision In vision vine wrap vowels and behold ben adam the very body
Ben adam cloud draw bowel body as a fire infolds infolds fire Fire infolds infolds fire desert ben adam selves snow in water secrets
ben adam clouds vav sound vine vowel Vowel fires infolds infolds fires ben adam doubles Doublets deserts deborah doublets drum machine ben adam
Adam vision cross vision cloud crowds fire fire infolding infolding Fire fire file flare ben adam viol vision ben adam brightness: body brightness brilliant light low Low vowel body vav vision / I chrew creature and I chew chariot
I read Job: A New Translation, translated by Edward L. Greenstein and I mediate on Job’s lament:
Let the day disappear, the day I was born, and the night that announced: a man’s been conceived! May he not summon it, Eloah from on high; may nothing luminous shine on it! Let darkness, let dead-darkness expunge it! Let coursing clouds engulf it! Let daytime eclipses obscure it!
Job’s lament reverberates and reminds me of another poem, Kozan Ichi Kyo’s death poem:
Empty-handed I entered the world bare foot I leave it My coming, my going – two simple happenings that got entangled
Benjamin birth remembers Benjamin birth Benjamin birth remembers Benjamin birth, an architectonic keystone participation An architectonic arch form precipitation Perpetual birth remembers impermanent birth Conditioned stations of the cross crux crossroads circular ruins unconditional
Disappear ben body defibrillator flesh death Let the day disappear Day disappear disappearer discontinuity Disappear discontinuity discontinuous disappearer My body disintegrates: Book remains Book borrowed bodies behemoth bitumen
I write Book as rhizome Rhizome plateau play peach orchard aporia I make up rhizome, plagiarize plateaus, and I write five lines ten lines there (the light that is the surplus of light) Book rhizome light surplus light opus number
Book documentary hypothesis surplus octopus light Desert duration Dominant seventh duration desert Seventh sword holy spirit
Perish the day when I was born and the night which said, a boy is conceived! May that day turn to darkness: may god not look at it, nor light of dawn shine on it… May gloom and deep darkness claim it again; may cloud smother that day, blackness eclipse its sun
I let day day seen sermons to the dead I let day dusk seven sermons to the dead day dusk dark Day dusk dark the space is enough
Benjamin birth remembers Benjamin’s birth runner raw rain: birth of the birth anamnesis birth of the birth book abyss khora birth of the birth book rhizome repetition Benjamin birth babels bitches brew brew bone and the afterbirth build’s the cauldron’s broth Cauldron broth cooks longer bone, the femur force-forecasting future / my flesh embodies prophecy
I run out of medication and the california heat weave beats my sanity The california heat wave beats me up with solar barge baseball bats and cosmic horror Yahweh tacks laughtracks Cosmic horror laughs burning light radioactive rudder decay I can’t think Yahweh Cosmic horror laughs burning light radioactive rudder decay I can’t think Yahweh (don’t think twice babe, it’s alright) I cant’ think Yahweh cohomology cosmology ghost riders in the sky hosts / my brain folds lit match mappers galaxies brain dust dusts discord (Discord Records: Fugazi feels out the set list)
I read the Book of Job as a batman gambit and several seagulls hunt my body as beach Beach breathes beach afterbirth ben adam ben adam diss record crates let that day disappear the day born as the day burns dross bass drum gum drops and I melt candy death valley I melt roadrunner death valley viscous coyote other I melt Judean desert the transmigration of Timothy Archer I endure boxing blows Bishop Pike searches Zebra Zadokite documents, let the day disappear, the day ben born bomb ben adam and day distorts doom metal deer antler Doom metal drone amplifiers human drone destroyed desert ear drum
Days bulldozer days Days bulldozer days slow doom desert Days knuckleduster days desert buried birth: birth birch fermata flesh Flesh ferments flesh melted firmament flood Desert buries birth birth birch book / book ballasts katabasis fermata Febrile fermata fucks flesh ferment melted flesh as flood Desert buries birth birth birch beach fish and chips and fish too floods Fish floods fishers of men and fishers of sons of men Fish float fathom children of humanity / daughters of nephilim and heroes of old, heroes of renown
Fish float fulcrum fire Fish float flow fire floods with fermata Fish flies held length hold length messianic metric
It is forbidden to forbid It is forbidden to forbid let the day disappear let the day despair Let the day desert and I die deserted and an anchorite fin She’s my body out of the dry drop tunnels drink sun Tunnels travel sun taryn miles messianic metric and Taryn as psychopomp shakes my souls between faes and ogres
Day transposes then transforms terror tenor saoxphone desert drone Day transfers zebra xerox xenomorph (acid acrid arid acid western acid error arid inerrant acid jazz)
It takes me a long time to learn anything and a long time to do anything I feel myself as an experimental pragmatist or pragmatic experimenter and I try may experiments but it takes the experiments a long time to transform my writing I do the experiments again and again and at different times in the Book: if I practice the experiment enough, I learn to properly integrate into my writing without much conscious effort (my style becomes invisible to myself) I try to learn new techniques continually and expand my set and body and horizon but I adapt very slowly It takes me a long time to explore anything The results: a collection of eclectic stylistic strata shifting flesh friction / tectonic plate techniques in constant collision I embrace this polystylism and attempt to exploit this eclecticism: I use it to surprise myself with the variety and variation of visions
(These highly individual sound blocks are images, ikons, in their own right They exist as entities in the same way as a melody can be felt as an entity)
I image ikon I image ikon interference Interference fences eyes error function flesh ferment algorithms I image ikon interference Interference eyes error function flesh ferment algorithms I image ikon insoluble inks: iron gall isosceles triangle Iron dissolves isosceles spar scalene dragon scales / dragon sound blocks engine block desert black sounds Desert black sounds sun soundtrack I cluster sounds canines I cluster teeth canines enoch nails (It happened after the sons of men had multiplied in those days, that daughters were born to them, elegant and beautiful, and when the angels the sons of heaven beheld them, they became enamored of them saying, come, let us select for ourselves wives from the progeny of men, and let us beget children) I cluster teeth canines cannibal sons of men monobikini bomb bile I cluster insistent incisors scissor start select slumber party massacre
Aggressive tone cluster aggregates / archaic human sheets of sound Sheets of sound thundersheet thundercat cablecar cacophony
I sharpen my canines and wield the Sword of Omens I wield the Sword of Omens weird woman word atomsmasher Mountain woman water woman talking god Talking gods talking blues bar really red with chinese paper cut-outs and wood paneling Wood panel aporia chariot vision Wood panel from points to groups talking gods child chariots
Girl carries single turquoise / yellow corn girl corn beetle girl
Asia Rhizome beetles rubber rivers girls gruppen Her gruppen generates cyclic dreams ben adam visions
May I share with you something I wrote in another server? About my relationship with God? I ask Asia.
“Philip K. Dick introduced me to gnosticism as a whole and the idea that God lurks in the trash and refuse of everyday life has been a huge influence on my work.
So I feel a certain kind of sympathy to him. I also had experiences or mystical visions that echo some of PKD's own experiences. When I read PKD in college after my experiences, I felt I had found someone who I resonated with deeply.
I did end up reading like the Exegesis of Philip K Dick when it was published (an edited 900 page version of 8,000 plus pages of his midnight interpretations of his visions) and I read VALIS and A Scanner Darkly and Ubik and all that.
That said, I currently do not adhere to any one religion. I do feel God has abandoned me and he's not coming back and I am making my peace with it. I wouldn't consider myself an atheist or even a misotheist. I am someone who once had experiences, no longer has them, but is now interested in historical religions and spiritualities and mysticisms for creative purposes. I consider my creative activity still spiritual and a religion without religion.”
I think a lot of people will resonate with that, says Asia. You think so? Do you resonate with it too? I don’t think that god abandoned me, says Asia. I feel more like I walked away. You wouldn’t consider yourself an atheist? I would I suppose, says Asia. I don’t believe in god and if you could prove that he is real, then I still wouldn’t want anything to do with him, she says. I think I would consider you a spiritual person though, I say. I guess I’ve made people and the world around me my religion, she says. Yes, I have done the same. I was thinking about when you said I prophesy our friendship. I think you feel a deep connection with nature but also history of materials. What I mean is, you go to thrift shops and search out things that have human history to them. You feel a lineage or unity with the world around you that way, I say. Fair point, says Asia. I feel like my creative activity and the people who I involve in my creative activity is my spiritual practice. Christina, Ann Marie, you, and others are part of my spirituality because they’re involved in my (re)creation. I used to think of you like a god in my religion but that’s not right. We are a spiritual community together, enacting an anarchic creativity that brings about anarchic creative kingdom, I say. I’m glad, says Asia. I was afraid that you were putting me on a pedestal for awhile, she says.
I sometimes feel embarrassed about the conversations I choose to record because my conversations simplify and come off as naive I can’t hide behind an occulation of piled up symbols, sigils, and metaphors The conversations feel so different from the rest of my writing and I haven’t successfully integrated it completely with the rest of the Book (does it need to be integrated with the rest of the Book? Does it even need to be cohesive with the rest of the Book? Or can be like John Cage’s music and Merce Cunningham’s choreography and exist separately together? I choose all these and none of these: multiplicities and rhizomic functionalities) I must allow for embarrassment and foolishness because they too prophesy: Ezekiel’s absurd acts prophesied (Next, lie on your left side, putting the weight of Israel’s punishment on it; for as many days as you lie on that side you will be bearing their punishment… I will ordain that you bear Israel’s punishment for three hundred days, allowing one day for each year of their punishment) and Sabbatai Sevi’s absurd acts (thanks be to the God of Israel who permits what is forbidden) My embarrassment and foolishness too prophesies
The Crucified Human Body Strips Erotic
Any conversations I dream any conversation Any I dream ben bare breasts bared shared dream dream share dream weapon Asia awake dream and I doll dream Awake wanders dream wink wide wade awake I stall into dream and I dream asia action painting
Dream delivers desert dream dream desert Desert drift derby river bank clam bake
I dream nag hammadi hike heathers
I abandon not abandon: abandon library Languages sing incomprehensible prehensile tail / indecipherable doll desert Indecipherable desert decapitation: decapitation description Description desert deconstruction
I abandon Nag Hammadi: I can’t comprehend I comprehend a nothing tree of knowledge of good and evil I abandon religion like I abandon everything else I abandon Christianity city Christianities claw cross / I pick up my cross and crucify I crucify Book: I crucify Book black paintings book brook cross canvas Cross canvas book I crucify book any my black iron prison languages ben language lag logos black iron prison If your hand causes your downfall, cut it off: better for you to enter life maimed than to keep both hands and go to hell, to the unquenchable fire
I experiment crucifixion unmarked body body cross gospel of mark hell ben body bold molt cross bolt Bolt salts no country for old men mine body ben long crucifixion
Do you ever have body image issues? I ask Asia. Sometimes, she says. Then I feel guilty because women would kill to have my body. It's really dumb: I’m literally underweight but I have a little pouch over my C-section scar and sometimes my belly is a little flabbier than I’m comfortable with and it’s so dumb I think those thoughts, she says. I was asking about body image because I am struggling with mine, I say. I’m sorry, she says. Body image is a tough one, and I have a lot of privilege in that department being a small white women built like a fae creature. But your body is doing it’s best, just like you are doing your best. Your body carries you to bed and ties your shoe and holds your pen. It cooks your food and it hugs your loved ones, says Asia.
My body feels ugly My body feels foul ugly body abrupt body ugly beach / ben body starboard alien starfish Body ugly god subterranean / god cave mouth blunderbuss my guts
ben body overweight ores whalefall: blast cap tube worms whisk eye naked bone Bone beaker flesh funnel / I filter my blood hands in hell Hand hell subterranean horoscope Hell hand harsh noise fingernails pulled ben body pliers
ben body blusters black paintings or near monochrome Mark Rothko balloon before floor suicide ben body binge drink blizzard / snow in water snow immersed body solidified fat Desert preserved soap snow ben body bark black box black painting bath Bath blood flood body ugly oxide finger fang orange black Blood orange black bath Black bath brags hag harsh light harsh noise noxious body body noxious nauseous mason and dixon
If your foot causes your downfall, cut it off: better to enter into life crippled than to keep both your feet thrown in hell
Body burns hell ben begins fires in burdened air Body burns earth emphasize repetitions
Book describes a kind of girl sow and its modern striptease follows the sequence established in burlesque;: commencing in a dress, baring the upper body first, and continuing the final reveal of the pelvic region
Book body bares cross Taxicab speaker cabinet crucifixion
Body book boosts barlow crucifixion Body banks Béla Bartók Piano Concerto No. 1 / my body beams beast from the earth one of the most dreadful deluges of piffle, bombast, and nonsense ever perpetuated on an audience Body brash slashes bash brush percussion repeated body
Between my Book and Body, Book: Book cross across crucified Hands hell nail hang rail hounds all about me a band of ruffians ring me about, bound me hand and foot Like a lion hands and feet free flesh to eat My hands dig hands karah crucifixion (the more difficult variant preferred)
My hands dune stronger Book skin sled holy spirit Sled seed my hands dead sea scrolls Dead sea scrolls disfigure my body they bound Manuscripts make my body naked parody burlesque / like those who seek to bind hacked up fro ma barbecue Between Book and Body all my boats never hailed My bones intone funeral dirge
Between between bitter body; mantra gospel of mark bloody (dogs surround me, a pack of wicked ones: like a lion, they circumscribe my hands and feet)
Burlesque bereshit: burlesque abyss open bar then bared breasts (Sybil tired of having to go topless or nude so often in her movies wanted to remain clothed for this one. The producers disagreed. They reached a compromise where Sybil would do a single topless scene. She felt justifiably angry when watching the final cut to see the end credits repeat her topless scene seventeen times)
I tear my body topless torso headless body in a topless bar My body stripteases trapeze and I cut open my bodies flaccid fat falls on audiences
Topless Tetragrammaton grapples gatling gun grab bag bodies carnage ben bodies garbage gehenna nod nude god grappa black paintings god grappa mappa mundi mobile bodies Mobile bodies suspended ceiling topless torpedo Torpedoes talking blues tapestries
Traditional performances end at this point, but modern acts usually continue with a nude dance section
I perform KHORA I perform apororata taryn topless / trench taryn tiamat I perform KRYSXTRYN logos she stretched her shapely legs porneia Khora corrupt manuscript like a lion low myth Myth striptease lathes lights like a lion my hands hera hell
I perform compact porneia then expand erotic earth Earth her body abrupts my body hand rupture double concerto for harpsichord and piano with two chamber orchestras I perform bridal chamber cartoon arcade arcade crag naked: my body cliffs porneia Porneia performs ben abomination / ben late heavy bombardment I perform dance dance double concerto concerto slot machine cherries Cherry cheetah fast strip apocalypse Book klangs cherry nude dance section saturation Book slots claw machine naive nude: her naive name calls Book nude nude pseudepigraphic body body suspension body ascension Ascension swings stag sunflowers Her name notch narcolepsy underwater narcotics: niche knot numbing agents
Girl show Book slows snow clay ball bull cylindrical tablets votive stands
Flexible Book and Fleshy Book girls alive languages Girls alive signature syllabary Girls signs Cypro-Minoan syllabary sideshows (dozens of small clay balls, each bearing three to five signs in CM1) (Cypro-Minoan signs sights stirrup cups)
Girl show wimmelbilderbuch women: Book flexible flesh and summer skin dress undressed serpent Serpent desert wholly open open Distorted desert syntax distortion desert syntax distortion
Book becomes a Gustav Mahler symphony: the symphony must be like a world and embrace everything Book unwalls world worlds words logos language: the logion of Jesus Christ the logion of KRYSXTRYN + Asia Rhizome
The Book as a kind of girl show KRYSXTRYN an exotic miracle worker and exotic witch and goddess of witches / Book page as stripper pole Human body nude pagination cemetery polka Human body nude flesh folios clap hands book hydra Book her hydra hydrocannon stage comic Book hydra her hydrogen zeppelin zipper shaker
I imitate on piano the leaps in space a dancer makes
Book chronophotographs phantasmagoria almost-ghost girls Sacrificial girls the ghost in the invisible bikini Book bikini monokini monad marques girl shows featuring Krystal and Taryn
I continue writing pornography, horror, and exploitation: something of Yahweh resides here Something of my body distorted by desert resides here I write porneia and body horror Christianities and something of Ben Adam and Ben Hinnom resides here / gore gods Yahweh in residues
Certain shadows uncertain shadow Shadows souped up studebaker Shadow shadow the hedgehog ghoul god happenings Ghoul god girl show sidewinder bodies (bodies shadowed bodies shaded) Shade shadow modes book of moses (I know I got religion Lord knows I’m not alarmed Well a holy ghost is my witness and the angels done sign my name)
Holy Ghost hangs my bodies lions among crucifixions and bodies decay / the crucifix superimposed on the stripper pole and Christ’s nude body superimposed on the nude exotic dancer’s body Ben body shows girls guts open cross gologotha: wonderful and gruesome exposed flesh
I Prophesy Imposter Pornography
I prophesy something different I prophesy experiment I experiment other endless Insistent endless experiment enamel prophecy I know I prophesy: prophesy imparts experiment the sill doorway way entrance house slow sow grasshopper Emergent urgent prophecy experiments eden my body I eden my body eva an impostor: my impostor skull prophecies sting stone stone sea scorpion Impostor ben body stone sound sink in emm prophecy replace Replace ben body accursed you all animals wild and tame I block belly bar sard burning: sard garb sardines Crucifixion cannery row red rowboat My body boats impostor palindrome horror: palindrome potter’s field field of blood Palindrome porno impostor horrors / pull up eva well where wave pull up
ben body bartender horror (Wet off the street. Lock your doors. Tonight a blood lust beyond imagination is about to become a big problem for the big apple HEADLESS EYES Prepare yourself for cold-blooded terror!)
My impostor eye prophecies pornography Picket-fence pornography pachyderm desert palindromes (pull up if I pull up / too hot too hoot)
My eye decided door deciduous Door lore whore dandelion Door no floor fleiger eye
Indecent eye impostors obscene
The word doll – DOLL – another desert Desert distant eye euclid desert I amplify my eye desert DOLL another desert detour distance Diatonic DOLL distance discrepancy descriptive eye impostor (ben impostor prophecy: ben false prophet) Eye doll endless desert arrow: endless desert amour more desert more lion’s roar pornography
I prophesy pornography I prophesy pornography written unwritten I write pornographic rhizome ritual abduction (young girls arrive from the river, in single file: they begin Dance of Abduction) Write pornography plays other nude bodies abducted UFO performance art Pornography rewrites rapture nude bodies rupture gentle rope orgasms gentle root orgasms alphabet organisms Write spring round Write spring rounds radio young girls dance korovod, the spring rounds
I abandon spring round body but my body blankets body book book Book book body porno but body I abandon belt silt shell sediment / early ugly alpeh Aleph everything in the world exists in order to end up as a book aleph Aleph inland aleph enter impostor acid acid: I feel impostor I feel false prophet no pocket dark dark Impostor play parka pack animal nonsense: nonsense book bone processes
Write plagues ben body disease desert doll: ben body doll beyond valley of dolls Laura Dern desert sugar ben body impostor / a woman in trouble I write in trouble talking god limen semen blues Limen semen hymnen blues body dues deer sheer doll desert
I draw doll something I doll drier draw something drinks drink link doe door Drink intermingles sink sloth drop cloth hummingbird hummingbird bat ball body Raw ball bragger break my brain balrog: ben balrog bell breakers
Dense desert tinsel orphic explanation earth
Dragster desert passages
Desert displaced desert displaced
Everything in the world exists in order to end up as a book
Shadow hidden in the depth lay this alternate sail Sail slows this shadow Slows sail sling swim Swim unsure shore body Body shadows shade cell soft silence Shadow salt abstractions: empty wave bodies Body banquet coccyx Shadow skeleton
Shadow hidden skeleton screw body Screw sew-on clothes wineskin shadows Slapstick alternate sail simmer disintegrations
Sail strip stick stink soft serve ice cream Sail stick scoop he was a skater boy she said see you later boy
Sail solar body radio Radio river body dump I write with wrestle
Sail strip las vegas strip Alternate sail strip she nears short skirts I wear t-shifts Sail stripe summer skunk hunk Hunk halt no harrier marriage of heaven and hell Sail lapstop laptop improvisation
I sculpt sail from my butter body Butter shudder body shits slime snow in water Selected snow sail repetitions in different time scrapes No escape time but scape scrape time palimpsest Punk pager pornography / beeper bodies Sail punk incapacitate she made aporia
Solitary plume explores experiment Solitary plume implores experiment maniac manor mint juleps (My writing weird impales body weird fuck syntax fractal repetition)
Plus plume peculiar porno (NYMPHO LIBRARIAN the prim miss took off more than her mask of respectability behind the stacks… with any man who asked)
Solitary plume lost torque meets midnight murk figure with meat Midnight plume purses midnight meats midnight meat train All thought emits the throw of the dice (all thought bellows mellow sound sound maim cauldron cattleman bitches brew burrow movement movement monolith long sound lithium)
I resemble snow I shower snow slower sounds Sound aggregates aggressive snow / asia rain melt
Poem For Rainey
Rapid rain rushes
Sea of reeds reed raw her rhizome
Rapid rain runoff
Broadcasts sea speed rain sprawl
Her rain speed sprawl
Sea scripture reed rhizome rain
Her rain runoff seeps soil
Seamless sea teaching
She sea teaches a serpent spin towards the sea rush and her speech sways reeds raw rushes
Sea seed reed sea rhizome rushes scripture slither her sea serpent rain
Her serpent speaks rain rapid sea speed teaches rain scripture
Her rain reaches rhizome grow sea seed slow rhizome
Her scripture serpent rushes reach
Speaking rain teaching rain
Reed runoff her Sea scripture
She sea rain rushes serpent reach and serpent speech and her rain reveals rhizome soil scripture runoff
Vision and Mysticism 