I feel paralyzed by my writing process: I stumble over and behind the writing, but less and less often into and onto the writing Part of the paralysis: I have so much raw material and too much raw material and so much to write So much write: I want to write everything and I do write everything but how much more everything I need to write! I feel overwhelmed and I feel finally the crashing simultaneity of all these myths and narratives here now crash me Car crash smash burgers bloated barfire decay Book decays juggler disaster atom bomb fuck FUCK I find some success in expression – the sort of inspired spontaneous expression I search for other – in freer writing and brainstorming in my open notebooks My brain blocks up my brain cuban missile crisis blockade writing this “main” notebook, but the divisions between notebooks exists only as something imaginary in my head I tell myself over and over again: cease being precious with any page or any notebook or even any medium and just WRITE and CREATE WRITE and CREATE even without the critique of Asia in the moment if you have to – let her critique it after and you can learn accordingly but in the moment CREATE Splatter this shit everywhere and everywhen and figure out what the fuck it means later
I recall the letter Sol Lewitt wrote to Eva Hesse: “Do more. More nonsensical, more crazy, more machines, more breasts, penises, cunts, whatever – make them abound with nonsense…” I think one reason his letter still resonates: the advice is practical and anyone can do the advice Anyone can DO something – anything – including nonsense, pornography, bad shit I make a lot of bad shit and I have to stop connecting it with my overall ability as a writer and worth as a person – Asia unconditionally loves and cares for me even if I’m a bad writer She of course doesn’t think I write badly – she even thinks I write good, but also knows I can write better Write badly But remember: churning out shit is an essential part of that process Turmoil, doubt, and frustration are part of that process Don’t let stop you from making and writing keep making and writing even if it’s bad and make the bad transparent and part of the process
I write naked ugly I write naked ugly my body grotesque carnival and I learn to accept the absurd nonsense of my flesh I accept and produce my nonsense cock and absurd asshole I go back to the room and write
The question of: How does this line relate to any other line and how does any stanza relate to any other stanza (I have given into calling them stanzas rather than paragraphs) and how does any page relate to any other page It relates through rhizome refrain, rhizomic repetition, rhizomic rupture (There is a rupture in the rhizome whenever sedimentary lines explode into a light of flight, but the lien of flight is part of the rhizome) Rhizome refrain rhizome repetition rhizome rupture rupture rhizome
Ten-in-One Taryn tenebroso / my extracted cranium cooks part of the candlelight tradition Ten-in-One stun gun bull run blind bastard other my other body in sections intense tents Ten-in-One punctures my blood-brain barrier a permeable pigment that fucks my intercranial pressure
One orbits anything Ten-in-One orbits anything I am the Alpha and Omega Orbit ten-in-one alpha and omega ordinary language philosophy Ten-in-One terra bella haunted horses / my childhood hauntology hauntology hauntologies my brain hugged by hyssop
I feel I fail the writing I rewrite the rupture and rapture I rewrite rewrite rhizome rewrite: I write redder river transparent Transparent blood transparent bone I write bone blade drill bore bone / Play! Fill it up with sound! Write rhizome bone home both directions at once Both directions at once bone burr bare bone I go back to the room and write
Write more flexible fluxus open flux fluxus Write transparent blood transparent bone I transpose the bone open then orbit microtonal Play! Fill it up with sound! Sound bone bone sonar Sound bone decoheres desynchronized / bone separating into sound lamina I look for bigger bone sound: larger bone sound larger book sound she lights the lights She lights the lights ten-in-one tabernacle
She lights the lights ten-in-one bound sound tabernacle Tabernacle sounds solar bone bent bone saw redux and redaction
She lights the lights ten-in-one bone tenor saxophone and I blow multiphonic flesh flows time fears no window I blow multiphonic flesh bowed bone cranium arrow She lights the lights tenor saxophone curl chest tubes conveyor belt into bone
Ten-in-One tents torture garden bodies bodies forked flesh garden of forking paths I fling my body ten-in-one alpha and omega tenor saxophone / tenor ten tent bells and prophecies
Ten-in-One tent Ten-in-One tabernacle Tabernacle shining blank scars burn way down ben bodies burn straight bone blank verse vine vine vertigo Bodies burn ben book blasphemy / blue blastoise barbed bomb large bathers My eyes inset insert burning barbed wire Barbed wire whistle while you work walkman the whip and the body Ben bodies burn whip and the body Whip and the body I feel eye conscious of the cymbals I soak crash cymbals holy spirit a scotch / strychnine bourbon
I stretch tent and I stretch time My body times my body times the performance is actually a continuous melody / medley, containing themes from Truth Is Marching In, Holy Ghost, Infinite Spirit, Bells, Our Prayer, Ghosts…) Body times my body ghost time and spirit time
Ten-in-One tabernacle shines blank scars burn way down Down my body detuned down Ben body drop tuning star of county down Blank scars bore stand stir additional bone Scars burn down detuned bone bare shoulder taryn star aquatint
(Write nonlinear nonsense I write her name nonlinear nonsense summa theologica monstrosities Monstrous vibrations adamantium momentum nonsense Write nonlinear optics ten-in-one cadaver oil ouroboros Cabaret bone book battering ram rascal) (Battering ram – not a phrase I feel fond for because my rain defaults to BATTERING RAM for alliterative verse purposes Fuck battering rams but then I find a different language: a raw unrobed ram that seizes tare as rhizome rabid scripture tricksters) (Trickster through silver in bloody / DMX flesh of my flesh blood of my blood)
Here the secret words which Jesus the Living spoke, and which Didymus Judas Thomas wrote down
Tag: evahesse
Trying To Make A Few Good Transitions
She lights the lights She lights the lights
She she lights the lights lights She she lights the lights lights She lights the lights lights / light split light Light split light polygon window panes Window pane irregular repetition Repetitive window rope rupture Repetitive rope riptide Taryn once word waters She lights the lights lights She lights the lights owl light in a tree house / tree of life upside down
Irregular repetitive rhizomes Repetitive rhizome she lights the lights summer aurora light Rhizome she lights the lights circumstantial dawn light Circumfessional desert light Desert light gullwing guillotine
I scribble irregular repetition I scribble irregular rhizome repetition / very superstitious writing on the wall I scribe scribble sketches: sketch skeleton superstitions rhizomes Rhizome she lights the lights rhizome Light lights rhizome mixtures: soil mixtures summer soil light mixtures She lights the lights mixed unmixed light pigments Black desert sand pigment Weather word lamplight
Lamplight lampshade desert shadow Desert shadow double-slit experiment Slower lamplight slower experiment Slower lamplight moonlight campfire
Moonlight sonata or my corpse with Christianity My corpse empties Christianity a corpse
Some results astounding, others less so: every result, however, something new
New name now now here physical manipulation of records Material manipulation records turntables tabla tala / I affix tape in various shapes Shape canvas black pigment black death
She lights the lights: she sea slow sea She sea slow sea sea rolls She sea slow swim shell sea She sea electron shell cell clouds sea Clocks and clouds sea Comb cough coffin jelly sea Sea she haze cloud lights Cloud lights clock lamps Clock lamps low she lights the lights
She lights the lights deranged neon: disregard the neon flush flush neon noon midnights Midnights late Morton Feldman anti-epics Anti-epic antinovel most monody Most movie monody Most movie monophonic Butterfly flutter flash phonetics Dissected phonetics: vivisected phonetics Phonetic forceps genetics: book as jealous genealogy Book table of generations enamel and appear on canvas, four parts John Cage String Quartet in Four Parts
Wrapping and coiling writing Wrap coil writing written Wrap write coil write serpent rhizome an abandoned textile factory I surround myself with discarded materials: I write cord and I write electrical tubing
More materials slower material space Slower material spaces bodyspacemotionthings
More material materials textures More material prima materia textures off teeth taste of white skin on red leather More material materials: wall droop elastic cord Papier-mache painted String wrap writing / winding number new name whatever Winding new name whatever Winding new name whatever woman long and winding road Tactile writing textures textures body sculpture Tactile writing enamel paint and string over papier-mache with elastic cord
More material monomania: unmetered micropolyphony
I’m not trying to conquer the world every time I play a solo, says Ned Rothenberg. I’m just trying to make a few good transitions, create a program with variety…
TRANSITION Transition material TRANSITION Transition transition she lights the lights She lights the lights transition transition: transmutation Transmutation incessant spring scintillations
Just as any solo music is not only solo music but crates recreates creative histories traces genealogies, so I write alone but not alone The human voice – the singular human voice – always-already sings polyphonic I chant polyphonic player psalm (I sink in deep mire no foothold I come into deep waters floods sweep over me)
I still love the Bible I resist using it as comfortable space and familiar space: I find the Bible weird again
I do not write transitions but I juxtapose Olivier Messiaen and Igor Stravinsky Symphonies Of Wind Instruments
I still feel a love for prayer books and rosaries and still can’t part with them
Christianity hints hauntological Christianity hells hauntological Christianities Christianity chymistry alchemy absolute abaddon Abaddon abandon but Christianity crags latex and cord body Latex cords bodies long belly other Mockingbird material Christianities bottom body
She lights the lights yellow smoky light Corrosive light she lights the lights candid light Flattering light she lights the lights unrestrained light
Unrestrained ruby light rhodochromsolite light Unidentified ruby light unidentified human bones Neaht neat heath human bones Neath heat nest hearth heart human bones heart human bone book leaves Leaves of grass the tree of life upside down
Materials metals salt myths machine sulfur Salt sandwiched melt myth machine sulfur: soft bodies Soft bodies a costume for the happening, my long and large worm textile body
Polymers rubbers silicones Fiberglass resins plastics
Explicit Excess And Explicit Experiment For The Kingdom
content warning: brief pornographic language
In each word burns a wick In which burns a woman Word circles crater other circles word Word circles creature feature frankenstein fractal word Word circles creature feature horror b-movies (The Beast-Thing from out of the earth! Its roots reaching down to the dead! Its crawling creatures reaching out for human flesh! Its monstrous body bulldozing its way through the jungle night! FROM HELL IT CAME) In each word burns a wick: wick woman modern prometheus WORD WICK – Did I request thee I make from clay to mould me man? Did I solicit thee from darkness to promote me? – WORD WICK
I feel I fail this writing but I do not feel static or stagnant I feel many experiments and I explore the unfamiliar technique, and I sometimes prefer that to the successful familiar Process involves experiment, most that do not succeed (I don’t even know if these experiments and changes seem apparent Perhaps to all except myself the writing remains stagnant but an internal transformation happens in my consciousness / unconsciousness, a spiritual alchemy) I don’t allow the fragment to stay fragment: I don’t give enough room for the fragment to truly ferment, fester, and concentrate its contamination I help the fragment too much: by itself, as an isolate, it already infects and invades my languages Fragment inflicts furius bacco fuck wine spill word Fugue fragments turntable fragments sample fragments fragments drum samples choppered and screwed
Chopped and screwed the animal is coming by Chopped and screwed the doings are beginnings Chopped and screwed a she-loon too soon
A she-loon too soon circle center other and circle crater other (they were related because they were mine but they weren’t related in one completing the other) A she-loon too soon: this language This language too soon but I simmer summer I simmer summer last supper language Language circles center then no center Language craters other circles then language and no language anguished long tone languishing
Languages between languages diverges wick word
Languages flow little light white light languages: woman wick word word her modern prometheus Postmodern polyphonic prometheus
(You want to push your limits, but you also want to love your limits. So, while I’m going in many directions all the time, I’m trying to keep track of my personality within that. And now I play in certain ways and only Ned Rothenberg plays like this…) (Only Ben Adam Ben Hinnom writes like this…)
Circle crater other circles cut through triangle Circle crater materials: latex circles, rope circles, fiberglass circles I cut crater rope calculus Rope calculus calcium castle (Repetition 19.111 (1968), fiberglass and polyester resin) Real repetition raw repetition art brut concrete blunt bloat brutalism Art brut bone of my bone concrete Absolute concrete bone bar black belt concrete
Cut center other crater earth core complicated / incomplete Cut immediate latex cut immediate industrial latex lights schema and sequel Seroquel sequel schema schism scissors
Industrial latex once hardened hung from the wall and ceiling with wire
In each word burns a wick: woman wire wildfire Woman wire web wilderness
I brush layer upon layer and build up the surface, smooth irregular body smooth irregular surfaces / my body ragged edged deckled paper Deckled pepper monochrome panels suddenly cut by color
(Zebra zips zesty zealot colors)
Crowded color cuts concrete Fish and chips color Clam chowder color Repetition color color repetition (I varied the materials even further and they grew: the floor, the ceiling, the walls, became whatever it became)
Vary the materials even further, farther feather materials Mixed material milk duds (I eat pop corn and milk duds at the multiplex, Star Wars Episode One: The Phantom Menace) I explore inexact repetition I explore non-uniform repetition Simultaneously repetitive but irregular: softer, anthropomorphic, sexually charged empty forms
I don’t know why Eva Hesse but I adore her work I think her work often ugly and not aesthetically pleasing, but her process and thoughtfulness inspires me and her work gives me the permission to make the ugly and unflattering She gives me permission to turn my ugly into beauty
I don’t ask that the piece be moved or changed, only that it could be moved or changed… There is not one preferred format
You have a very interesting idea of pornography, says Asia. Like you called it pornography but shy away from any sensory details and by doing so you remove yourself from the experience. The only phrase where someone is doing something to someone else is “Yahweh fucks a sodomite”. You wouldn’t consider it pornographic then? Not really. There are some vulgar sex-related words but no sex. Would you feel comfortable dipping your toes in it more? She says. I am open to exploring it more explicitly but I also have to do it in a way that makes mythological sense, I say. I wouldn’t want to send you an excerpt that made you feel uncomfortable somehow or write something you felt was sleazy and exploitative for no other reason, I say. I work at a public school, says Asia. Literally just the other day there weren’t enough seats at a meeting so a coworker jokingly offered me her lap and then said “don’t turn me on” (I did find a chair), she says. Would you be open to doing more critiques if I decide to slowly up the writing towards a more explicit writing? I say. I am comfortable dipping my toes in it more gradually, if you are comfortable with it too; it would be a gradual process of course with lots of feedback in between, I say. Yeah, I’m down, says Asia.
Explicit excess: great coitus with the celestial atmospheres regulated by the terrestrial rotation around the sun Sun soil salt girls / rite of spring offrhythm Rite of spring salt syncopation / grindcore girls
Radioactive lights Ultraviolet lights X-ray skull ribbons
Ribbon cut skull turntables and chance procedures Chance procedure process play skull: an uneven fragmented pornography Pornography produces fragments fire bodies field polyphony
Circles craters other circles cut through triangle Cut through trap triangle A cut through triangle (a circle a plan figure: circle repetition triangle repetition circle pianoforte flesh dynamic: dynamic double desert) (a circle plane plant pulses: pulseless pulse circles stretched circulations and unbounded circulations circles circulating circumfessions: repeated circles circles bridal chamber)
Repetitive exploratory brushstrokes planes of color small brushstrokes form complex fields
One must throw art into the gutter
Circle cut cycle comb cyclotomic time opioid tinctures: trisected angle tinctures Trisected angle tinctures open opioid open door desert opioids iron ore aporias (my prayer turns aporia aperiodic languages aporia android prayer and psalms prophecy prayer)
Circle cut kirkos kuklos krystal irregular repetition khora Irregular repetition khora: the wound there, over there My wound there, Taryn and Torah, my illegible wound Wound illegible lights she lights the lights Lights: in an on language, at edge languages
In and on language at edge languages: edge light Edge light in and on light: aurora light in summer Aurora light summer dawn light circumstantial Dawn light circumstantial: dawn light circumfession Lights a she-loon too soon summer lights summer lights
I love these languages as I love the light I love lights darklights lightdarks I love incessant spring scintillation: sprung rhythm autumn rhythm Autumn rhythm a she-loon too soon Halloween rhythm a he-loon too soon I love these languages and I love my wounds: my wound here, there, in word)
Conversations with Asia 05/31/2020 3:53 AM
I have been thinking about how my writing could possibly make a difference, I say. Not just in the current climate but the world in general. I have been having in depth conversations with Christina about it. This is what Christina said:
How does writing about God and KRYSXTRYN make people’s lives better? If it does at all. It’s a delayed effect for like humanity, but it has positive effects on you. And you’re important. Without you the work doesn’t get done. What's the delayed effect in humanity? Truth. Revelation. Aesthetic value. I have been thinking about what difference I make in times like these. What difference do you want to make? What's the use of life in times like these – I don’t have the power to do anything. I feel like what I do most – writing and art – is not useful in times of conflict. Artists, writers, historians, prophets, NECESSARILY have their impact after. Your job right now is to take the measure of everything. You’ll need it later and we will need your work)
Craig said my work doesn’t have to be directly political, and it might be best that it isn’t: that it works in the undercurrent or core of a person, instilling inclusivity, love, etc, where a political can be built on, I say. To some, inclusivity is political, says Asia. I personally believe that everything is political. When I say that everything is political, I’m also saying that you don’t have to be intentionally political. The fact that you exist as your own person with your own views means that you naturally oppose other forces and ideas in this world. Making it political. It becomes more political when you act against those forces. So instead of asking yourself, “what is my place in the world?”, ask yourself “what is it that I really want to say?” Is it “everyone is worthy of love”? “Everyone has a piece of God”? “God can be found everywhere even in the places and people we find dirty and sinful”? Or something else entirely? My practice is political because I am actively moving away from the dogmatic, hyper-masculine and narrow path that was the norm and decided that I wanted to find my own way. I believe that everything and everyone is connected somehow and that life should believed like you have an impact on those around you, says Asia.
(Poets / Prophets are people who watch, process the world around them, chew it up and spit it out, says Asia when I bring up this conversation again)
The following politics or political praxis necessarily emerges from the Book: a creative anarchy, towards a creative flat absolute immanence, a nonhierarchal materialism, a creative economy that encourages exchange of ideas, encourages sampling and appropriation, transforming texts continually
(His disciples said to him, When will the Kingdom come? It will not come by watching it. It will not be said, Look here it is or look there it is. Rather the Father’s Kingdom is spread out upon the earth, and the people do not get it)
(When the blessed one had said all these things, he greeted them all, saying, Peace be with you. Acquire my peace for yourselves. Watch that no one mislead you, saying, look here or look there, for the child of humankind is within you. Follow him. Those who seek him will find him. Go then, and preach the gospel of the Kingdom)
I molt Christianity and make my Christianity larger to fit more room my serpent skin and skeleton I shed and molt Kingdom without Kingdom and Christianity without Christianity I transform absent Christianity to a Christianity absolutely haunted by its cross Ghost cross skeleton across spectres of marx
Cross cuts written rewritten irregular rhizome repetitions Cross circle cut kirkos kuklos krystal: the crystal coffin horror of the cross Cross echoes explicit the cut my flesh across my flesh across Cross cut echo an emulsion of polymer microparticles in waters
I Study Eva Hesse
CW: suicidal ideation I study Eva Hesse: her art grips me mystery it climbs over me as an alien substance, sinking through my skin and contaminating my internal organs She wraps wire rope seven seven forms and I write the Lot of Wife salt pillars The salt pillars worm intestines inner breath and intestines expose movement Intestines ero mutation and the sculpture salts sulfur alive I do not write alive (right now, in this moment, I do not write alien but I write dead and I am like whitewashed tombs that look handsome outside but inside full of bones of the dead and every kind of corruption I fail writing and I study Eva Hesse and I hook myself in her suspended ropes I hang rope rot human remains I hang rope rough rabbit and I undergo nigredo Eva Hesse draws the joint at my guts and I I vomit imperfect spirals I vomit apocalypse and apocryphon and my self is secret to self a sarcophagus (Kanye West raps, Have you ever had sex with a pharaoh I put the pussy in a sarcophagus) And he said, whoever discovers the interpretation of these sayings will not taste death / it has been taught: the book of concealment, a book balanced on scales All remains concealed from my eyes and I sustain in sleep and I sleep secrets I write with death and death covers Death covers my head veil unveiling and veil envelops envelope filter fang flesh Death covers my head veil veronica the fish necklace and I die sleep death strawberry field hypnotics Fuck I write shit and this says not secret but nothing I wrestle with the Book as Jacob wrestles with the angel, Yahweh or Samael (...and Jacob left alone and a man wrestled with him until the breaking of day…) In the beginning God created heaven and earth at the time when Yahweh God made earth and heaven and I wrestle beginning: I wrestle Book and its chains citadel tiger rag Morton claims credit for transforming a French Quadrille that was performed in different meters into Tiger Rag and the different meters too mutate salt pillars or cord constructions Book buoys my umbilical cord and swings me around its head tilt-a-whirl taryn torso Taryn tiger rag tears torso from teeth tumors and my body tendrils tumors breaking off like Christ corals or noro nodules My body tickles tumors theotic stanzas and my throat spits norse fire or Zebra-In-Flame I wrestle in the beginning or when in the beginning and I hack through jazz standards and tin pan alley I hack hook writing shit consuming shit, Christ coprophilia or coprophagia one hundred and twenty days of sodom The writing chews commandment and transgression together In-The-Written simultaneously transgresses and embraces tradition (one invents the tradition returned to) Al sacrifices will be abolished except for the offering of thanksgiving: all prayers will be abolished except for the prayer of thanksgiving; all festivals will one day be abolished, except for Purim which will never be abolished / writing must abolish the writing in the act of writing The writing abolishes the writing in the act of writing, and after six days, Jesus told him what to do and in the evening the youth comes to him, wearing a linen cloth over his naked body, and he remains with him that night, for Jesus taught him the mystery of the Kingdom of God And he remained with him that night, naked man with naked man, for Jesus taught him the mystery of the Kingdom of God I want to die and Kingdom converges into crypt I fantasize about crashing my car or walking into highway traffic The Kingdom collapses on my cranial vault and God made the vault and it divided the waters under the vault from the waters above the vault
I Play With Raw Material Language
She enjoyed experimenting with raw materials before determining how to sue them / I play with my raw material language I play with my raw material word woman vision vocabulary Rent, play with hardware, titles She would sit with her materials like they were a creature / christ creature kairos cryptos zodiac killer The double doors of the horizon are thrown back; its bolts unbolted The Book Byzantium banquets Miles Davis’ Lost Quintet The Book Dymaxion drones cylotomic, myth matter mathematics I experiment unexperience or vision unbolts material latex string fiberglass rope I experiment unexperience string sculpture Book matter / I want to extend my art into something that doesn’t exist Extend extant extension field female flesh female phantom female flash Extend stern seven sabbath and I texture randomness confusion structured scaffolding and material means too much to me Language and Book mean too much to me and I matthew movement material gospel The nonshapes annihilate / I collect language Text tarots tissue: text tissue tarot and I play fool mike fallopian fantasm / my mouth came to me and magic was my name My name nude nappas nurse, the nomad prophet artist shaman The natal prophet nymphas nymphs, Christina’s vagina vision and my name boasts bride My name boasts Bride Benjamin, battery magic and bear magic I erin animal action painting and canvas crocodiles an arena in which to act I arche animal olive oil, the primeval Gethsemane and I paint Gethsemane apollyon appellation/ there other worlds (they have not told you of) The animal knows more than me / serpent skeleton The animal knows more than me / snake saddle point surface Work the wake awake Work the wake whirlygig woman whorl the wool wavelet Work the wake woman wetlands and she wheels the river whisper / ronin wreckage I work my writing web and wake, threads torsos tugboats I wander deep water Word is process Word is pathway Word is process Word is pattern Word myths mystery meticulous matter and I immerse my body in mathematics I baptize my body in Book, process pantheism panentheism pagan polytheism I umber or ochre universal library (I remember the Vision of the Lighthouse with the impossible horizontal corridor that leads to the alchemical laboratory Perhaps in this laboratory one can construct the universal library) I name noise sound sculpture total library I number noise cubics parlors pyramids and the total library hazes hexagons Haunted House holes hexes, a nagging noise Book Body Nag Hammadi Library Little by little, the Book will finish me The Book bios bondage net knot short wave radio The Book biros biological, net knot nanomachines and my brain devious debauchery Book satellites sharks and the megamouth shark zeros ocean language Ocean language oboes oarfish orchestra, ouroboros addled humpback whale sharks Ocean language language lotuses metal constructions and I dip the water gong gondola / rapid transit rivers The Book of Man is a Book of Questions: Queer Queen Mab and faeries flow fin flesh, Christina Changeling Do not forget that you are the nucleus of a rupture, and the rupture rungs real the Event Event evolves exile and exodus, the elan vital vision virus Event elevates the prophetic proteus, shade sea shaman Event rupture Event povos protogenes primordial, the God that looked into Torah to create the World Our Catholic Mercury, by virtue of his universal fiery spark of the light of nature, is beyond doubt Proteus, and I pavane the proton push earth as elemental as Book Good separates himself from himself in order to let us speak, in order to astonish and interrogate us God interrogates illiac suite, south of symbol sigil signs Signs needle cryptozoology, the Krystal Kryptos Zebra Zebra is Code and Cipher, text texture intertextual Zebra zones key krystal cave or cornerstone / encoding codetext decoding I structure seven stairways, a shape of the sword slaying library I merge minotauromancy I emerge minotauromachy maze murder labyrinth The cosmic egg contrasts the uncertainties of shadow and light / the living door between the beast and the god The assemblage animals bamboo bicycle kraft paper pigeons The assemblage oaks abiogenesis and Book sequenzas self-assembly self-replication autocatalysis I assemble car crash comma coma the archaeology of the Book texts pretexts contexts The Divine Name has both a revealed and an undisclosed form… In its revealed form it is written Y-H-V-H but in its undisclosed form it is written in other letters, this undisclosed form representing the most recondite of all YHVH yvette yvonne the long yapp Book birch bath Benjamin Yod-Heh-Vav-Heh villains version vision and my vision names non-linear mural madison death at the market I am becoming much more aware of movement The importance of movement is intensified when a painting becomes a performance The performance (the act of painting) becomes as important as the resulting painting (I’m obsessed with the process of writing I do feel the process is as important as the result – because the process is what keeps me alive I’m alive for the process and writing) The subway becomes the laboratory / I enter the alchemical laboratory and I remix rutherford rattle mystical rose I rewrite Reagan Slain By Hero Cop and Pope Killed For Freed Hostage and the language ladder larvae looms ghost catastrophe I roaratorio feathered microraptors and I play four square word square magic square I rotor roartorio writing through finnegans wake a second time and I realize I must destroy my own syntax I must disintegrate syntax deconstruction The disintegration of syntax must be a slow disintegration / sandbar divides boat desert Syntax sorcerer shaman nurses divided name names number numbers Syntax slipper simulates fish: fish fanatic serpent roll glitches electronics and my body blood organism onans art / El Elyon architecture Art and antenna augments architecture hazard telemetry Art even open apple orchard / open open ouroboros hourglass and I glean the lighthouse I coven cave painting, art auroch antelope against Revelation is revelation of the name or names of God… God’s language has no grammar: it consists only of names Name numerator nowhere Name denominator now here Name nickelodeon or nightingale narrows nile ouroboros oblivion Name negates the negation of the name perspectives parallels parallax the crater logos Names eight colored shallow boxlike square constructions made from wood, formica, and masonite, and the name snarls material The Name dreams me innumerable volumes of Book, and I hold the Book florescent lights lasers leases toxic pink icons I drip the diagonal of personal ecstasy (the diagonal of May 25, 1963) and I gyrate greens crossing greens I begin Book blue bather strangeness ascending and descending and Book barracuda basking shark diving bell beginless God is in perpetual revolt against God / God is an interrogation of God God is in perpetual revolt against God Book boombox beats battle axe God perpetually revolts against God Book gamma radiation / dolby noise reduction system God interrogates God graph glory green glass and the glass graphic guns geology, rock ghost rabbit God the Garden interrogates: God the Desert revolts Writing is the moment of the Desert as the moment of separation: sanguine ferroserous, slime or glue, spindle spaghettification The Desert stretches body between two wires two women twins The Desert strangles body latex and fiberglass postminimalism and my body disappears desert garden desert black iron prison I always write Desert the Desert superimposed on Garden olive oil lebanon cedars I perpetually write Desert demisemiquaver veronica gravity and desert dresses language destroyer
Vision and Mysticism 