My eye intensifies My eye intensifies intersections / eye and eye amplifies erotic
The pineal eye emits inlet rays solar anus Solar anus ant hill ammo an eye interested in the erotic body / bathroom stall nudie cuties The eye at the summit of my skull wretches wrenches erupting volcano (volcanic vision with a shady and comical character associated with the nocturnal anus and its excretion)
My eye intensifies erotic robotics (The Lady From L.U.S.T. #9 The Poisoned Pussy. Sock it to me says Eve Drum… which is what they’re all dying to try – and die trying)
Eye and eye amplifies erotic hyperglyph (Hippie Sex Command. An eye opening case history of Hippie Sex Communes and communal ways of loving between pot… pills… and perversions)
The pineal eye perverts: the pineal eye emits perversion. My eye emanates the nocturnal anus and night orifices (My eye swallows night and my mouth chirps locust swarms. My eye socket devours night wider and wider orbits, and my mouth mixes mouth wide gulf gravity. My eye surf pooling gravity and pineal eye perverts night.) The pineal eye emits perversion and Book perverts theme and variations
Nocturnal anus excretes night (Experiment excrement. You are excrement: you can transform yourself into gold.)
Experiment excrement: I experiment eye isolates I experiment uncontained dazzling sun
Experiment excrement: uncontained dazzling sun (sun razzle dazzle he’s on fire) The summer of my skull captures necessary fire and skull on necessary fire catches sun dazzles rays through the stations of the cross
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Seven stations of the cross map out Christina emanating ten numbers without what and ten countings in nothing
I find a list Christina made when her AA sponsor made her write ten gratitude about me. I’m sure I’ve copied them in the Book before but this copy creates new con/text and new hermeneutics, and her absence obscures the text into dark sayings. Here, the conversation I had with her about the gratitude (these gratitudes map onto gods on the cross and her words provide crucifixion-into-resurrection).
Did I hurt you today? I say. No, says Christina. I did email my sponsor though. I had some resentment. Mostly toward the situation (lack of inadequate healthcare). She asked me if I remember the last time I felt this way while I was still drinking. At that time I was still on Twitter too. So if I was angry about the system, I would go on Twitter and dress people down while having an extra drink. Then it would lead to a bad day, no problem solved. You’ll be on a special place on my prayer list at night for the next two weeks. She also had me write 10 compliments for you. Do you want to hear them? says C. I feel sad I will be on your prayer list, I say. That’s for people who made you mad, right? No, says C. Those people are there too, but there are several places I fill, she says. I see – I’m sorry for this morning, I say. You don’t need to apologize, says C. You didn’t cause harm to me. You had to talk to your sponsor because of me. You feel resentment. It wasn’t towards you, says C. It was a problem. Resentment almost always is. Does your sponsor think I’m a butthead? She doesn’t judge people, says Christina. She tries not to. And with the situation she called me out right away. She could see the whole thing. I was trying to control a situation out of my hands. So I controlled the one thing I COULD control. I withheld love from you, says Christina. I see – what are the ten compliments? Actually they were gratitudes, says C.
1. I’m grateful for Ben always responding, even if he’s in a bad place (I am chatting with a guy who looks like Al Bundy and it is wild.)
2. I’m grateful Ben reaches out, even when I don’t respond.
3. I’m grateful Ben forgives my lapses in communication (I also got mad at you for not checking my prophecy, I say. I'm not sure yet how I feel about it. Checking? says C. What does that mean? I consider you a prophet as well and a creative and prophetic partner. I mean you critique my work which is always prophetic work. Oh, I see, says Christina. I don’t feel I have a responsibility to critique your work. It’s OK to have feelings about that, she says. It’s not about responsibility though. I mean what do you do when you read my writing? It’s about a kind of essential intersection of creative minds, I say. Maybe you got to the problem, says Christina. I tend to reject needing others, reaching out to others, conversing with others, she says.)
4. I’m grateful Ben gives grace when I say rude things or are too blunt (I feel Asia for example engages in that kind of critique, I say. I don’t think it’s about being responsible about something but interacting with the work. You are my community. I experience the Divine through you. I trust you, I say. I’m not present with it, you’re right, says Christina. I’m everybody’s satellite etc., she says. It happens, I say. I’m always going to reach out to you and try to connect with you in creative activity. Asia has been doing something where every Sunday she reads one blog post I send her and she tells me what she thinks, I say. I can’t commit to something like that right now, says C. I will disappoint and then there will be a whole guilt cycle. I will always be a sounding board. And I don’t see a time where I am more committed to being present with your writing. I’m too disjointed right now. And I don’t trust myself to make a commitment. But I do want that in the future. I have to take baby steps, says C. That’s cool, I say. I’m sorry for being a butthead about it. You weren’t a butthead, says C. You can continue to criticize. It’s warranted. I just can’t deliver. I have limitations that I hope to expand as time goes on, says Christina.)
5. I’m grateful Ben allows space for me to be an imperfect person.
6. I’m grateful Ben meets me where I am but takes me by the hand to help me grow.
7. I’m grateful Ben has known me before recovery and still loves me.
8. I’m grateful Ben trusts me enough to be vulnerable with me
9. I’m grateful Ben lets me talk about 12 Step even though he doesn’t like it.
10. I’m grateful for Ben’s life (Also I didn’t say it to my sponsor because I thought it was too personal, but I meant that I’m grateful for your life since I know how hard it is to choose to be alive, says Christina. What did your sponsor say about the list? She doesn’t comment unless something is bullshit. Like it’s not a real gratitude or something. Is it OK if I write about your list? Yeah. It’s free for you to use. Would you like me to comment on your list? Up to you! No limits, she says.
Seven stations of the cross map onto Christina emanating ten numbers without what and ten countings in nothing
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My eye intensifies My eye intensifies intersections / eye and eye amplified erotic I experiment eye isolated seven stations and ten countings without Christina I experiment eye count Christina without nothing (In traveled Ben wagoner – my lapses in communication Also I didn’t say it to my sponsor because I thought it was tie zamzawed, but I neifs that in braelet for your life since I know his band it is to choose to be alive)
My skull salts necessary fire catch sun dazzles rays through the stations of the cross Christina experiments counting cross without skull I count without skull I’m grateful Ben has known meets me to be alive (My eye eats the cross but the cross crucifies my eye socket. Cross multiplies eye orbitals, the buzzing of planets and electrons all crucified. Christina crosses out my eyes and black bars mutate into black iron prison. My eye eats the prison and its digested walls pour out more eyes.)
Eye amplifies erotic and I contemplate sun face to face I gaze Son of Man and Human One (My eye opens gaze and burning gaze through the middle of my skull. My skull parts sea of reeds and bloody red sea bifurcates sea bifurcates my tongue oral torah burning.) Eye amplifies erotic / I’m dragoman for ben always subwardens, even if he’s a bad bride
My eye eats long pork iron pattern welded steel My extraordinary eye dissects my skull I’m desert partitions
My extraordinary erotic eye dissects my skull in desert partitions compartment cranium department store wall brain capitus and ingot gut gash wound dehiscence
My eye intensifies Christina continuing without and counting mystery (Postcode structure curtail disrobement Ben an before trusts scale Scale fish number without map Christina stations cross)
My eye intensifies Christina number without what and she counts the eyes lined up in the black iron prison walls
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Comic Corolla Clusters
The marvelous corolla rots indecently in the sun
(The marvelous corolla crashes bashes boxes Marvelous Marvin Hagler)
The marvelous corolla rots indecently in the sun and I simmer sun roots: I summer sun roots surround
The marvelous corolla cooks octopus tendrils tendril octatonic scales (I scale tendril skyscrapers and towers tower tendrils)
The marvelous corolla interpolates the wheel petals of a Toyota Corolla, and the petal pedal car crashes into my body as a middleweight boxer’s punch. I interpret the corolla interpolation as crass collage or crow collection: bird canyons wash caravan and minivan and its juxtapositions feather weathered steel. I continue the corolla through its collage or barrage of spills and sigils and I sign an experimental wonder. I sign wonder experiment and word experiment, bloom and blessed. The marvelous corolla interpolates impossible signs and languages, and I lengthen the petals in play. I improvise play petals settle the corolla swell and its metal sweetened word. Metals and petals sweeten word experimental wilderness and forest robotics.
The marvelous corolla rots indecently in the sun Corolla covets lights and crowns (There on the beach I could see it in her eyes I only had a corona five cent deposit) Corolla courts lights and crowns, and corolla points to crowns pointillist pistol pigments points
The marvelous corolla rots indecently in the sun and sun saps acentered corolla Corolla creeps courtyard courtyard Yam Suf Yahweh Soft waters soft rains rain Yahweh rot open desert
Tell me five flowers you really like, I say. Sunflowers, peonies, a lot of them I don’t know the names of but my favorite are wild flowers that show up in clusters around the road, says Asia. We get a lot of brown eyed susans here. And there are these like cone shaped fluffy wild flowers that are purple. They take my breath away when I see them. And thistles, I love thistles, says Asia.
The marvelous corolla rots indecently in the sun I root in sunflowers flow cardigans and sundresses Sunflowers relapse abrupt into original squalor / the leaves of the rose cluster in fives, nines, and thirteen leaves I root sunflowers sunflower and I rose leaf and I leave rose five sabbaths then nine sabbaths Nine rests nude sunflowers saturnine, melancholy ringlets adorning my naked body Ben bodies orbits ben bodies solar flares surface solar anus and solar annulus
Flowers do not age honestly likes leaves but die ridiculously on stems that seemed to carry them into clouds
Flowers decay clouds bodies desert Flower wither bodies awake bright cluster desert / desert monastery cloisters Desert corolla covets lights and crowns / monasteries hauntologies height uninhabited serpents
I improvise cool jazz corollas. I improvise corolla chord changes and the petal clusters sustain as pedal piano or low pipe organ drones. I improvise corolla tone clusters and clusters shatter photo shutter or fluttering beetle wings. I explore the expression of flowers and I experiment the cardigan flow flowers. I improvise a corolla developing variations and I arrange the petals into palimpsest. Petals place and displace the palimpsest.
Stone Bows Eye Batman Secret of Secrets
I stir stones ghost waters I steep stones speed sprites and I speed spirits, and spirit possessed stone Spirit possesses stone stir skip, a cannibal’s human stew Sometimes spirits possess me human: human horrific and human horror Her horror hissing cockroach huddles additional horror horror addition origins (All life begins with Nu and ends with Nu… This is the truth! This is my belief!… At least for now)
Spirits possess slower stone, stone slug and stone tortoise I hold the stones and I play the stones continuously sustained long sound / a group of long held stones to improvise upon Sine wave stones Sine wave stones sine wave women women slide ornamental light years tracery (The Book having no beginning or end, existing before and after and particular performance)
You do have an interesting way of putting words together and forming sentences, says Asia. Yours is interesting in that it’s electric in parts, it ebbs and flows, she says. I want to think of my Book more like a laboratory to do writing experiments in, I say. I want it to be eclectic rather than all electric – maybe. So more varieties of flows. Then I think you are succeeding, says Asia. And if you are going to call it an experiment, then you need to relax a bit and get more comfortable not always getting it right. I think you are doing great regardless but that insecurity can trip you up big time if you’re not careful, says Asia.
I experiment abyss I experiment blue abyss blue bathers I experiment blue abyss blue bathers bebop rhythm changes Rhythm changes batman comics comically absurd abyss Abyss burst absurd ben bodies benjamin body / ben hinnom madagascar hissing cockroaches
Ben hinnom aberrant abyss, abyss with artifacts artifact ark of the covenant Ark all Sun Ra Arkestra Ark Archaic Abyss: Ark Arcane Abyss Abyss occult alchemical kisses Krystal kisses me ark ardor secret kisses
There something secret but it does not conceal itself The book does not conceal but emanates excess shadow and excess sheol Excess sheol butterfly shimmers / batman sparks
(Criminals are a terror. Heart of the night. I must disguise my terror. Criminals are cowardly. A superstitious terrible omen. A cowardly lot. My disguise must strike terror. I must be black. Terrible. Criminals are a superstitious cowardly lot. I must be a creature. I must be a creature of the night. Mommy’s dead. Daddy’s dead. Brucie’s dead. I shall become a bat)
There something secret: my shadow shrouded in shadows and the veil itself violets vision My vision shakes rainmaker vision, and I strike secret stone against stone laser supper In the upper room last supper secret stone inscribed with secret scripture / here the hidden words of Jesus
(These the secret words which the Living Jesus spoke These the obscure sayings the Living Jesus uttered Here the secret words Jesus the Living spoke These the secret sayings which the Living Jesus spoke)
Serpent secrets the Living Jesus spoke black smoke ring smoke slime smoke stone syrup
I sprinkle secret sayings sum secret sayings and her waters batwing weird Her waters batwing word and word / word wyrd wicked Word wyrd wicked her candle wick women’s body lights the lights
Upper and lower lights upper and lower worlds
Upper and lower lights upper and lower worlds her word wade waters whale waters Water labyrinth leviathan Ocarina of Time water temple leviathan library / occult time and secret time Time tangled time prophetic secrets last supper visions
Secret heterogeneous to the hidden, to the obscure, to the nocturnal, to the invisible, impossibly veiled unveiled My veil voluptuous waters My veil waters volumes voluptuous my body beautiful bulk My fantastic four fat flesh always unveiled / veiled in revealing Revealed Rain: Asia rain Asia rainforests and rain memory the initiation secrets of insects Asia Rain runner memory and road trip memory
Tell me about a happy memory you cherish, I say. You first, says Asia. Christian came back home from college and she visited me. She had a hard time working me into her schedule so she picked me up at 9 PM or something. At night. Already dark. We ended up going to the supermarket on a whim. She saw sidewalk chalk for sale and we bought that plus a disposable camera. We went outside and by this time the parking lot was already empty. We drew chalk drawings in the parking lot. Dinosaurs mainly with Beatles lyrics and took pictures of them. I still have the photos, I say. I love that, says Asia. Remind me to send you photos. I’m not going to lie, if I had to pick one memory it would almost certainly be a memory with Christian, I say. That makes sense, says Asia. It sounds like you have a lot of good memory with her, says Asia. I do… I want to say I don’t think our friendship is lesser. Your friendship is very important to me and I talk to you more than anyone. Christina and I have a long history so that’s why. I know, says Asia. You don’t have to explain yourself. You having a good relationship with Christian doesn’t lessen your friendship me. OK happy memories – let’s think. It’s hard to stop sidewalk dinos, says Asia.
When I call Yahweh, Yahweh does not answer Not by dreams and not by oracles Not by seers Not by seers so I sprinkle water I sprinkle waters the secret of her waters beyond seers and shaman yet internal to seers and shamans Seers and shamans spiral steps stairs stone spirits Spirit of stones and stone of spirits and I shake my body serpent rain I shake my body serpent stones striking together snake flint then flesh fire and I dream the fire of my body I dream my body on fire: secret fire and secret letters My body burns secret fire, the abyss of bats in dream (Without warning, it comes… Crashing through the windows of your study, and mine… I have seen it before… Somewhere, it frightened me as a boy… Frightened me. Yes, father. I shall become a bat)
Bat abyss blue bitters tune towers Blue bitters toon towers: merry melodies mary mother of god Bat abyss tehom hum horror bitter mirrors and mirrored macrocosm / cosmic Christ on the cosmic cross
(Christ-Apollo at the center of the Zodiac. The Outer circle contains the four seasons. Christ in the Zodiac, Northern Italy, 11th century)
Slapstick Christianities comic saltwater crocodiles Surplus slapstick Christianities blood crass the glacial crawl cross Slapstick skin scrapings cloned Christianities, the X-Men Clone Wars (They continue to the Phalanx ship where they are attacked by Deathbird, and then proceed to the clone factory and the Nexus before confronting Phalanx clones of themselves)
I clone Christianities a chainsmoking Christ on the Cross Crosshair cross sniper rifle residue, the reshimu magic mushroom flesh full of traces traces Taryn Time traces trace I want more of the sense of the expansion of time Time traces trace time secret tempest Taryn tempest secret and I speak this secret in other names and Taryn traces my names with her names, the name of the secret
Secret name annihilation and all that can be annihilated must be annihilated
Secret under all names her named annihilation annihilating trace / supernal traces of the godhead
(All that can be annihilated must be annihilated that the Children of Jerusalem may be freed from slavery)
Her secret names light the lights the bridegroom moves to her threaded through the secret of the trace Bridegroom traces circumcision and circumfession (Sometimes, while praying, I discover two ideas, and instead of working on one, I work on two simultaneously and lose the continuity)
I lose continuity but I search for something I search for the simultaneous secret: secret waters secret memory I search names: her names above waters and between waters waters annihilation I lose continuity but I search many multiplicity / rock rupture rhizome Rock rupture rhizome the round serpent and on the fifth day, Elohim brought forth from the water the Leviathan, the flying serpent and its dwelling in the lowest waters, and between its fins rests the middle bar of earth
Round serpent secret memory and spy memory, and waters murmur memory salt pillars saltwater crocodile
One time my friend called me to pick up an accordion so we went on road trip, says Asia. It was two and half hours there and two and a half hours back. She called me the day before and I was like, hell yeah, road trip. It was in the same town she went to college in so we went with one of her old college buddies and he was dressed like a character from an old sailing book, like a Herman Melville character. Had a tucked in dark turtle neck and almost like one of those soft hats but not plaid. Newspaper hat? Don’t know, don’t know hat taxonomy. A hat made from newspaper? No, they call it a newspaper hat because I think newspaper boys wore them a lot. Oh I can see it now, a boston scally style. Scally, I like that word. Almost as nice as sloop. Sloop will always be one of my favorite words, she says. (I send Asia the song Sloop John B by the Beach Boys). SLOOP JOHN, she says.
Forth from the water leviathan, the flying serpent in secret, and I sprinkle its rainbow shells cell water accompany the invocation Invocation vanishing glitch bottle glitched sketch gods glitch glissando gods Gods gut web serpent worship and snake shake fire consumes me sodom and gomorrah rains Sodom and Gomorrah gods brimstone gonorrhea / Christianity as a sexually transmitted infection Christianity mutant immunoglobulins high gloss photographic reproductions Repeated reproductions and resurrections the ravenous rhizome Ravenous rhizome vampire vision blunt force trauma bastard blues
I sprinkle waters, pollen, meal accompany the invocation I strike stones rolling them along the ground to make thunder I flute play and shell rattle as the rainmakers / the ghosts of rain priests move up the lines of pollen and meal
There something secret the sprinkle in waters, pollen, and meal There something secret strike the stones together together Taryn and I always speak her but can never disrupt her
There something secret, her secret snow in slime secret and secret thunders traces Secret thunders towers traces towers, Taryn among the thunderstones Black Sabbath tritones
Something searches something secret – not even something sacred but something scripture and the most ordinary and mundane of scripture, texts tracing my human body
Something or someone but I don’t know who I don’t know the who / lift up your eyes and see: who created these Lift up your eyes on high, the site towards which all eyes gaze: the opening of the eyes The opening of the eyes: the story of the eye and the metaphor of the eye, different stations of the ocular metaphor Who: eye and eye: her whiteness and roundness Who: eye and one thousand year old egg, black yet lovely and voluptuous An erotic eye, glands of the size and shape of eggs and a pearly whiteness, faintly bloodshot, like that of the globe of the eye
My endless eye squirts blood Bile and stomach acid from my orbit horned lizard electron orbitals My endless eye opens the eye to the eyes, eyes gazing eyes the erotic god with phallus painted gold haloes byzantine icons My eyes endless nameless distorts the eye the entrance to Einayim She gazes at the opening which all eyes gaze and said, may it be the divine will that I not leave this empty
The opening toward and the opening upward The opening toward trace trace stones rolling ground thunder Stones ground rolling thunder the talkative eye and the empty eye My eye towards opening – her opening – empties my gaze empties god Her opening Christina’s cunt cuts gods other erasures Immediate erasure gospels gulp gods my eye echoes empty My eye echoes eye other open: open its not a lake but an ocean My eyes all the avatars of liquid, lusty liquid she lights the lights She lights the lights eyes egg balls: that round serpent and lush leviathan
Absolutely open and radically open Radically open cut open body my body open air open ocean My open eye not simply the liquid itself that varies but the manner of appearance of moisture Gods mist and fog hissing persons Fog bodies flesh fugue mist mermaids bone metamorphosis My open eye not simply the liquid itself that varies (tears, milk in the cat’s saucer-eye, the yolk of a soft-boiled egg, sperm or urine) but the manner of appearance of moisture Moisture marching band monsters Moisture matte painting magmoids / midnights then migrations Midnights metamorphoses then migrations
Open mouth swallows liquids steel springs ball bearings battering raw and batarang
Open mouth woman car crash wounds and rainmakers and rainshakers debride wounds / maggot moisture Blood leech leviathans
Lights Pit Peculiar Bats
Content Warning: brief pornographic imagery
She lights the lights forty-two letters engrave and establish aisles echoes her names corridors Her names new knew corridors / so this is the new year (so this is the new year and I don’t feel any different the clanking of crystals explosions of in the distance)
Her names new neon numinous shadows / gnarled edge echoes and no end Gnarled end echoes edge no edges Edgeless Book the field of her names / her names field space-filling curves field flat nothing her name Her name nothing annihilation her names Her names urgent annihilation on a nomad abyss Her names a nomad abyss nomad abyss Abyss burzum burgundy baptism my baptism ben hinnom Abyss borrows abyss and abyss barters abyss salt pillar monster party
She lights the lights the bridegroom moves to her red godhawk ghost horrors bridegroom ghost stories and ghost lore lyrical birds of prey
She lights the lights the bridegroom moves to her bird horror birds of prey palm psalms / Alfred Hitchcock’s The Birds A hissless horror holes in my body and beaks bite between benjamin body holes hocket rhythms Bodies hole holes canon / flesh as fugue Flesh as fugue dead gull at the threshold and at the threshold the Book beaks blood
The Book beaks blood bloody mama and bloody bridegroom Book batched blood blocks black / black pharmacy my flesh as fugue Book blackbird broad starling beaks bold blood as a brush, and my blood at the threshold Bold bruise brushes there an existed an addiction to blood Black bow blood the boat body broader in waters and in waters I take some of the blood and put it on the two doorposts and the lintel She lights the lights bloody lintel / word woman twilight Word Woman twilight twilight word bloody twinkle twinkle little star Word as wand blood magic / her names as necromancy
Book the horde of seabirds dive-bombing into homes, crashing into cars, and spewing half-digested anchovies onto lawns
I vomit blood bile new bits of Book I vomit blood black paintings book birds bare bodies Bare bodies fish bait bear traps / book drill deccan traps word impact winters I vomit my own decapitation deccan trap word impact winters I vomit my own decapitation deccan trap headless body at a topless bar
Then, something secret: secret of Book topless and secret of Book stripped, the Bride stripped bare by her bachelors uneven volcanic surfaces Carbonated soda surfaces / iron gall ginger ale I drink sunset the bride midsommar sumer icumen in text inlets: texts set in blood blood letting I blood let scripture, sorcerers blood-stained with Yahweh / Yahveh abstract stained glass blood red bodies set in gelatin
The Book, something secret, something secretes the secret the absolutely concealed then (un)revealed Book: Revelation in Blood and Revelation of Blood There exists an addiction to blood: blood secret, blood secreted secret first excrement then earth-in-excess Earth excess excessive force / my flesh bloody fugue the temple curtain in two my excessive crucifixion unfixed secret
My secret: the secret of the Cross The secret of the cross and the secret of the Book little light intersections Fine fling fire fortress of solitude shell slate absolute secret Secret cylinder prince of darkness soft slime Soft slime sprawls new directions I direct scripture written earth tracks Earth traces blood on the tracks secret silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair
Secret summer dandelion wine wine word an attempt at new wineskins
Secret summer languages dandelion wine word with blood My blood brings barley my body John Barleycorn must die
Summer with secret sheets of sound cellar door desert Cellar door dome above the earth and below the earth and Yahweh makes a new thing: the earth opens her mouth and swallows me up, and I go down quick into the pit, for I provoke the understanding of Yahweh
Pit passages Pit plastic passages Pit passages plastic portions benzene ouroboros / blood of birds bat berkeley pit Pit passages plow the great dig and my body digs god My body digs god’s body My body digs god’s body say earth and sometimes the earth will spin into the abyss and sometimes its stands at the center and sometimes spreads out into broad space
Pit earth pit passages aporias Pit earth peek pit gazes god windows her words passage aporias / Hello Mary Lou: Prom Night II
Earth orgasms my soul-sun the core ore of the macrocosm Pit earth orgasms the full flesh catapult of Yahweh’s phallus and I swallow his semen as scripture I swallow his semen as the sun with frenetic erection explosive flesh boom goes the dynamite desiring-machine memetics (When I scream I AM THE SUN an integral erection results, because the verb to be is the vehicle of amorous frenzy) (I am the sun and when the lights go out I kill another child)
Earth orgasms the precise point of intersection of the two pyramids of light of darkness, in the spheres of equilibrium of form and matter, and my body resides in the residue of that pointless point My flesh firmaments in the filth of the poison point, flesh pharmakon and flesh hymen her church hymns Her side wounds hymns
Her side wounds sing hymns cross and cord she lights the lights Her side wounds chant secret psalms the passion of the Christ simultaneously light and dark / shadows she lights the lights Shades she lights the lights bridegroom ghosts move to her
Asia Rain ghost rain makers an I sprinkle water to accompany the invocation I sprinkle water, pollen, and meal to accompany the invocation
(My invocation rains incarnation, and fragments of Christ’s flesh rains down desert drought holy rollers Holy roller mothers bay city rollers book pop goes the weasel Weasel word wild weasel word wilderness)
I sprinkle water, pollen, and meal to accompany the invocation, and I strike stones together, rolling them along the ground to make thunder
Thunder takes thunder turns thunder tower, a tower of towers crowned Taryn Thunder throats thick thunder Taryn earth orgasms and her cunt rains Christs Thunder snaps thunder Taryn stabs my sternum straight through empty other other Christians among thunders Taryn thunder lizard liquid transformer her cunt thunders waters wedge waters Her cunt thunders waters woman waters wild bat wings (Criminals are a superstitious cowardly lot. So my disguise must be able to strike terror into their hearts. I must become a creature of the night, black, terrible…)
Benjamin Bat Benjamin at beast from the earth and beast from the sea Benjamin batarang bell rings pit / pit and pendulum mortal kombat and the residue of reptiles reach wretched leviathan The Sabbath rest of reptiles reach twisted and torturous leviathan I pry open the pit as Yahveh New Thing and New Directions In Music
(And the fifth angel sounded, and I saw a star from heaven fallen unto the earth: and there was given to him the key of the pit of the abyss)
Pit abyss strange blessing Pit abyss blaze blessing bestial serpents Serpents surround secret serpent secret cells I attend my cell psalm abyss secret and hidden psalms and abyss calls to abyss black serpents and blue serpents book bottom blue bath Blue bottom bath abyss all your breakers pass over me All your waves watercolour my caustic body encaustic women bits of overpainted sand and newspaper
I strike stones together wolf woman and wolf tooth Taryn Taryn her nurse shark teeth mirrored towers ivory tower of David I strike stones soul of Adam soul of David soul of Sabbatai Sevi, and my soul too mingles heretic messiahs and messianic apostates / apostate abyss and apostolic abyss
I Scream Phoenix / I Scream I Am The Sun
Conquerors from a dying world invade earth! They turned women into robots… Enslave men… And make cities into places of terror! THEY BECAME FROM BEYOND SPACE! Beyond breath, beyond bereshit, and beyond even Book if possible Beyond beyond / Beyond benjamin There are other worlds they have not told you of that wish to speak to you (Beyond Yahweh and Beyond the book, but the Book of the book My belly bursts New book blood breach birch birth boat bottle Birth boat bottle birds bioluminesnt birds) Book beyond branches Beyond beyond beyond breaker branches bipolar plumb radio plutarch Plutarch plato no history accelerating gold and lead collisions why I want to fuck ronald reagen Rounds regional beyond region circle regions (micropolyphonic pornography beyond Books yardbird suite) Beyond black poured black blunderbuss bruises blues Begin and begin beyond book beginning Begin and begin beyond beginning Book beyond the black rainbow Beyond the black rainbow bobby pins Book porcupine book porcupine parlor games and playground songs Beyond song seamstress holy spirit psalms Anarchic acrostic KING FELIX Felix unfettered bodies body horror freedom suite Suite sweet sister sabbath / sabbath Sun Ra Saturn X Saturn Sabbatai Sevi Saturn tenor saxophone passion poem stations of the Cross Stone Cross suspensions and Stone Cross sheets of sound solar Solar wheel solar chariot stations of the cross son of man Son of Man scalloped hammerhead sharks sheets of sound Son of man John Coltrane stations of the cross sheets of sound Scalloped hammerhead shark (His improvisations consist of torrential accumulations of notes, sometimes strongly contrasting, which are expanded upon in a terribly painful manner with genuine cries of anguish… Never has jazz music been more intensely dramatic) I scream Son of Man I scream Son of Man sheets of sound destro disintegration (And when I scream I AM THE SUN an integral erection results, because the verb TO BE is the vehicle of amorous frenzy) Scream skull sketches sketch skull sorcerers Scream skull sketches sketch skull strange soup bitches brew baphomet and I worship with underground Knight Templars / subterranean New Jerusalem I scream submarine mermaid subterranean Taryn / earth mirth witch mace maul Towers Tank Towers The god locked in the cell scream phoenix moms can’t post bail scream phoenix Jesus on a crucifix scream phoenix Cannibal Cross Christ Ox olive oil animal poured bronze ocean Cannibal stations of the cross ox corpses corpse stage play I’m just a pigeon / we pigeons become phoenix with open wings To open yours, flow the raw innovative phoenix My flesh phoenix cannibal fire flows raw wood word stations of the cross carousel chrysalis Flesh phoenix fluxus flows mountain of the cannibal god god oil orgasm basin over ox keystone moloch Keylock porno cocks gonzo zebra / phoenix phallus an iron galaxy eyestalk Scream I AM THE SUN I rise above the world And when the light goes out I kill another child Son of Man Mega Man Mega Buster bubonic plague boils I scream Back Death desert daughters My daughter desert a long december Son of Man Mega man metal blade butchers Meta blade butchers midnight meat train (Wow! I wish I’d copied Metal Man’s power first! That would have made all this a lot easier!) Son of Man metallic metalloid light alloys Yahweh lighthouse hantavirus hiss Lighthouse hantavirus golden horde horde hiss her Son of Man She screams metals She screams man metals and manned metals the Apostle Paul’s missionary journeys Metalloid melancholia / melon collie and the infinite sadness Metalloid super metroid melancholia (cloth embroidered by a person diagnosed with schizophrenia; nonlinear text has multiple colors of thread) Slim jim psychosis Switch blade thought disorder Cohesion figure projection of liquids litter light distorted desert artifacts Artifact artificial liquid loots Jesus Christ artificial intelligence intelligentsia gentle giant fire television Self-immolating artificial intelligence injects liquid abiogenesis bone gumdrop benjamin gardens Nanomachine mobsters blood stream / grey goo gods I bloodlet bodily liquids transfigured into amor fati antibiotics / drastic regiments of intensive bloodlettings and purgatives Dream decoheres desert Dreaming decoheres desert the very dream / she drifts waters She drifts dreaming decohesion figure projection of liquids liquids projectiles aperiodic tilings Aperiodic tilings turtleneck sweaters melt switch fat my fat flush to Switched-On Bach I either write the Brandenburg Concertos or Rico Mauve – no between but Book No between but Book baby got back / oh my god becky look at her butt I like the language liquid I like the language liquid light low ocean sheaf shore pitched-up sou samples An absurd Book projects absurd liquid light Absurd liquid light absorbs beyond the black rainbow Rainbow typewriter ribbons lawnmower rotor I like the language liquid left luthier left cosmic latte / Adonai pourover americano Folk americana tall tales Taryn tattle-tell blonde bear I like language KRYSXTRYN X Asia Rain Inverse language variables variable star speak quasar Quasar crater (You are the one who writes and the one who is written) (You write Yahweh through the yard of blonde girls) Invent language inverse iterations rhizome hermeneutics (He would talk about his desire to speak the English language backwards, and not really in a playful way. It was, like, to speak backwards, to get at something else. To break patterns, I guess. It was that innovative spirit that he had) Invent invert language Ivan the Terrible vehicular manslaughter red sweat Red sweat dread pirate roberts robber baron Robber baron red baron sweat wet ink typewriters I lobed fine flood finances (Taryn Tiger attacks tremolo buzzsaw my baby bumblebee) My language decoheres disintegrates My language disintegrates-integrates other invention Invent improvise ion iambs kickflip impossible Open impossible language corpus callosum colosseum
Rhythm Hit ‘Em Pulse Pornography
content warning: some instances of body horror I risk rhythm sharks without rudders and her shark let’s the rhythm hit ‘em I risk rare groove and rare rhythm rings vision gods generous glue, and adhesive joins Abraxas and my apartment adhesive selects Horses HORSES and Woman, rotating accents and rotating syncopation I select simmer sound grammar / I work on something new I work horse rhythm rhythm zebra scooby-doo something new New glues generous gelatin hoof gods and hoof hell, rhythm melted chocolate malt magma / simultaneous rhythms and many rhythms Simultaneous rhythms and many rhythms: many women Rhythm Whorl Woman and rhythm hits them theme monomyth many monsters I make monsters I make monsters and manufacture monsters the deadly rhythm of the production line Rhythm Whorl Woman arranges orchestras different planets then galaxies, the galaxian galaga gods orbiting ouroboros / ouroboros rhythm gods rhythm Whorl Woman arranges leaved asphalt, black tar heroin Abraxas and Abraxas utters alien mystery and other mystery, a face without face but double double bass rhythm Abraxas utters invisible abyss below, absolute genesis absolute bereshit, and Book begins sounds-in-rhythm and sound-with-woman Abraxas bubbles beyond abyss, mastodon multiverses (Multiverse X Multiverse and Christina X Christina, unknown variable visions) One of these passages, a combination of a rimshot on the snare followed directly by a bomb, reportedly inspired Clarke’s nickname, klook, short for klook-mop, an imitation of the sound this combination produced I press roll northwest passages (until 2009, the Arctic pack ice prevented regular marine shipping throughout most the year… Arctic sea ice decline, linked primarily to climate change, has reserved the waterways more navigable for ice navigation) I press roll northwest passage polydoxy, pagan paths to polygons, and my mixture of music-myth and mathematics mimics god mystery and bebop mysticism I palm passage into writing rhizome, imitation interrupting plagiarism cryptic copy Christian codexes, and the rhizome necessarily remixes into new Rhizome removes recovers new into new, the extraordinary ordinary / whorl woman orchestrates the reconstructed-deconstructed ouroboros I feel the rhythm in rhizome and rhizome renews writing red ruby the desert I feel rhythm rhizome whorl woman and she arranges leaves remix / Paid in Full (Seven Minutes of Madness – the Cold Cut remix) Whorl Woman arranges rearranges rhizomes leaves in repetition, and leaves lacewing lighthouse larvae / Lady of the Lake listens covertly bugged cell phones or camera everywhere sorcerer surveillance Whorl Woman arranges my modern rhythms and rhythms swear sepals (a calyx tube surrounds the petals rowan in remix The sepals of Hibiscus sabdariffa expand into an edible accessory fruit fruits floating fields fields flow female deterritoralized women) He follows feelings, lives inside the pulse, defining the contours, dynamics, and implications of each solo and each piece – a totally unselfish payer – nonintrusive yet spirited and spiritual I follow crooked rhythm rhythm disjunct jaguar and jaguar disjoint twins thames torso Taryn I follow feeling feeling improvisation and earth emulsion enthusiasmos I follow feel flood flats and flood flux, and my female flaks rhythm: rhythm freetime and rhythm rubato I live level inside pulse: I live lived inside the pulse I live lives inside pulse rhythm against pulse inside-outside the pulse I live lives inside pulse, rhythmic dissonance disappearance dance I dance doorway I dance desert doorway and doorway domedon doxomedron disintegrates din I drop bombs from her left shaman drums dipped bloody demon I drop bomb-omb donkey kong barrel bombs and her left lurches serpent rhythm shaman drums dipped bloody demons (THE VAULT OF HORROR Ten cents featuring… The Vault Keeper The Old Witch The Crypt-Keeper) (I want to purchase some EC Horror comics and relive – I live lives in pulse pulp fiction and comic book gore – creep show and other grisly horrors) I live lives levels inside the pulse, and plasma plumb lines varieties in light houses I live lighthouse lizard with a learner’s permit and I permit the pulse plasma partitions fractures in glass Glass glows eternal return through a glass darkly, and in dark, I dance deep pulse parousia I live lives levels ladders, the raft ramp to Zebra Ziggurat and Taryn Tehom Taryn The levels live towers in libraries and I liberate birth of the cool into freeform pulse pulse series into pulses, pulse and not meter Whorl Woman arranges changes charged leaves, and she grafts the leaves no-lipped dinosaurs defined into crocodile contours, and I attempt to contour my cheekbones with razor blades (a razorblade glistens behind the beat and then ahead of the beat, blues pulse propulsion) Her leaves umber amber ultraviolet light into my pulses prophecy, and I do not define contours but I let contours contradict Christ and the Cross I let contours crib cross-rhythms and rope rhythm dissonance, my dusty body in the desert / my dusky body in the desert Woman leaves leaves leaf whirlwind Woman leaves leaves leaf whirlwind chariot supernintendo chalmers I commit to chaotic comedy or comedic chaos, and cross concretes rhizomic comedy pythagorean comma pulses Karlheinz Stockhausen’s Cosmic Pulses I watch cosmic pulses play whorl woman whirlwind and I watch a great stormwind come from the north (The North Zaphon, the traditional abode of the gods: see notes on Job 37:22; Psalms 48:3; Isaiah 14:13-15) I watch cosmic pulses play prayer, and indeed prayer plays absurd new orleans axeman, and I pray whorl woman leaven locust I pray game boy game gear god consoles and water wake woman witnesses I watch cosmic pulses play northern passages fantastic, and Christina as colossus collects carnivals and coliseums, and she corrupts the text of Job I match the Book of Job through to Woman and Women, and she watchers weeklong waitresses I wait for the monstrosity Yahweh (Yahweh makes metacommentary and breaks the fourth wall) (Yahweh disrupts my suspension of disbelief) Rhythm rabbits rushes simeon sound cherry bomb lilies and her sounds salts coal seam a subtil serpent shimmer and I shaman ore over underground Rhythm rabbits sea of reed rushes and woman reaches into my ark agon abnormal – or she reaches into my ark alice anvil and vines subvert my rainmail and chain channels – or she rests in my ark as sabbath and apostate, Sabbatai Sevi shouting the fully pronounced Tetragrammaton publicly I write in vines but I attempt to write in rhizomes, and in plants such as these, crowded internodes within the leaf whorls alternate with long internodes between the whorls Her whorls interleaves my lights in body, littered insects in interstitial spaces Insects burrow benjamin, nodes nested zerg zebra insects dig dorsal fins shark flesh cross cartilage, and my chemins hardens clay cloth shroud of turin turn tapestry turned (the shroud of turin a length of linen cloth bearing the negative image of a man, and I interpret it as an icon made in the 13th and 14th century Perhaps I will write further about it and other icons in the future) In plants such as these, crowded internodes within the leaf whorls alternate with long internodes between the whorls Between blades benjamin butterfly blood and plants play midnights and migrations Plants play poem pantonal and the long internodes table many twelve-tone rows, every row invisibly tattooed inside my eyelids; the other eyelid hints at the plural rhizome The plants plural repeat rhizome rhythm and I drum desert dreaming and dripping dream desert / Yahweh domed dust I need to write more plants, more animal, more history The long internodes image eye and eye enter intensity The long internodes even ink an impossible eye glaring god grass eye and I pluck out my eye to examine the eye from my eye My eye intertwines with my eye a male gaze god garden and I generate the garden I generate the garden in rhythms algorithms codes in cross (wait, cross out this whole paragraph and start over) The longer internodes ignite the image of the eye and I recall Bataille’s Story of the Eye (the increasingly bizarre sexual perversions of a pair of teenage lovers, including an early depiction of omorashi fetishism in western literature) the long internodes ignite image eyed image as eye, and eye and egg strip explicit erotic the immanent perversion The immanent perversions play plague porneia and porneia sprouts plants, the rhizome of the knowledge of good and evil Porneia as praying mantis devours dances desert rhythms and my body as many eyes exudes egg ooze awful ghouls (FRIDAY THE 13TH PART II the body count continues…) (Wait, cross out this whole paragraph and start over… the paragraph body count continues) The long internodes gnarls noise and my eye exits or I excise my eye from its sister socket, and its internodes empty orbitals, insect electrons swarming locusts swarm between my eyes or the orbital cavity chromas cocoons, a grasshopper mutation necessitating complete metamorphosis metamorphic metropolises meteors… (Wait, cross out this whole paragraph and start over) I write on autopilot: I need more eyes, more nodes, more noise I write on autopilot but I must break through these automorphic mappings, mappings arrowed to myself, my body the same enter and exit The plants and rhizomes mass connect and invade outside, outside earth outside gods multiverses X multiverses My connections must invade all existence, all history past present future: otherwise I cannot break through into the very new, the very invention, the very origin (Impossible? Yes, but I can only write after and approaching the impossible) I write the impossible and prophesy the impossible I write the impossible originary abyss and prophesy the originary abyss I begin again and I write begin I write infinite beginnings and every beginning belies a false beginning, the rhizome no beginning or end (I suddenly feel my prose and poetry writes only the obvious I feel the compulsion for more connections, more texts, more scriptures… Perhaps I need to make more purple prose) I copy Edmond Jàbes’ The Book of Questions, and I copy Nick Land’s Fanged Noumena, and I copy Deleuze and Guattari’s A Thousand Plateaus, and I write Rabbi Shimon’s or Moses De Leon’s Zohar, and I copy the Nag Hammadi Codex, and I copy The Exegesis of Philip K. Dick, and I copy The Red Book and the Black Books of CG Jung I only copy I copy as Dreaming The long internodes navigate noise noises nonlinear narratives The internode does not let me forget the rhythm but aisles alchemy: new rhythms new inventions Internodes network longa no limits and woman wheels white noise woman wheel-on-wheel watches white noise internodes intervals, and you will make bells and I will paint icons Long internodes lodge lung nodule electronics and my breath breakages breakage sun blued granular synthesis Long internodes interweave interleave asbestos woman and abacus woman, and her palm planet arson arithmetic arithmetic gastric god acid Acid flows fears no window and Yahveh as Woman whistles birdbloom and fireflower mechanics Internode loads long load stone mirror magnets (your magnet tar pit trap) Internode loads long lungs load stone mirror magnet monsters and mirrors map nodules taryn tumors Taryn multiplies mirrors in torso, and her rose thorns pierce through my skin inside-outside-internodes She picks at my scabs pylons into picket fences She plucks my scabs as an eye pylons into picket fences felines and the cats consume my carcass Cats compose my corpse from other corpses, feline frankenstein fur flowers / cut, cut! Write better and start over Alright, still trying to figure this out, OK? Cats compose my corpse from other corpses, feline frankenstein fur flowers and flowers bloom bass drum bombs bloomdido, the sacred mushroom and the cross I clang hang cats adoring the cross Animals adore the diorama of the Ark of Noah, the Ark of Moses, and the Ark of the Covenant, and the animal-as-human or the lion-as-adam knows the cross more deeply than the disciples or apostles I know at the internode I know gnosis experience ecstatic experiment at the internode, the narcotic incarnation of Christ The narcotic incarnation and noxious incarnation narcelles nostrils I inhale Christ the mushroom and Christ the bomb bloom I know gnosis at the internode intercourse Christ fucks as foaming fungus in bridal chambers Bridal chambers bloom bulletproof biofilm, cain serpent slime swallowing semen and semen Christ (they find a video of Kane cutting open a soldier to reveal moving intestines, and later find the soldier’s corpse overgrown by alien fungi) I know the internode the man mushroom mutates: the Son of Man mushroom mutates moloch monstrosities and I hallucinate hundreds tundras cosmic horror Yahwehs Long internodes as interludes pray intercession of the saints and I often sin as a saint I often sin as saint Jesus of Nazareth and Sabbatai Sevi I sin saints Jesus of Nazareth sodomizes Sabbatai Sevi, and Rintrah roars shaking his fires in burdened air, hungry clouds swagged on the deep Long internodes knocking on heaven’s door drop hops saints bathed beer burden and I drink trappist beer, a queer quadruple ale I drink leather tannins, oak ouroboros unraveling as Taryn Tannin the sea-serpent wish two holy water sprinkler tails / she smashes my skull against her scales Her scales army mushroom and biofilm, godzilla versus biollante, and flowers cut skin flaps my exposed sternum Her scales staple together human skeletons, an arrangement of funeral leaves locket lyres lairs, a liar’s paradox All the time, I need more rhythm All the time, I need more Amantia muscaria, entheogenic earth and earth enthusiasmos excited radiations electric rainbows All the time I need more rhythm, dark magus mushroom medicine and I do not speak but the mushroom The long internode longa lasers my eye length with precise incisions and my eye extends My eye extends outward then inward an incomplete experiment My eye extends outward a homeless eye and my eye travels body snail trails infected spore slime (I imagine communist space slime trying to assimilate humanity / Flying saucers attack! Take cover! Flying saucers our planet! Washington, London, Paris, Moscow fight back! EARTH VS. THE FLYING SAUCER) My eye image impales the internode bebop rhythm and abrupted rhythm I can’t dance to this I dance to this my limbs move multiple rhythms lines bending lines nonlinear I dance to this staggered slow motion, and I enjoy rhythms in contradiction, my body as blade bevel water bison My eye image impales the internode internode bebop rhythms and rhythms rocket restless light-layers light-years the measured body of Yahweh I anthropomorphize Yahweh the measure of the divine body, and my eye exchanges with his eye My eye has intercourse with his eye, semen intermixing semen vision viscera I copy the Shi’ur Qomah, Dimensions of the Body: Metatron the Great Lord said to me: I bear this testimony on behalf of the Lord YHVH, Elohim of Israel, the Living and Enduring El, our Lord and Master: that His height, from His seat of Glory up, 118 ten thousand parasangs… (It purports to record, in anthropomorphic terms, the secret names and precise measurements of God’s corporeal lambs and parts…) I eye Her height horror the glory of the throne up towards Hell I eye Hell forwards with her eye our eyes touch tent towers Our eyes touch teeth sharp suction cups I scream for eye cream (that night, Paolo is alone in the house when a zombie tries to enter; she pushes the door shut but it breaks through with one arm. Paolo is dragged through the hole and killed, with her eye being gouged out by splintered wood) I eye her height hell horror event horizon (Hell is only a word… The reality is much much worse) I eye her height hell horror event horizon, and where we’re going, we wont’ need eyes to see Something about the eye – my eye – and my eye opens exposed to Yahweh My eye opens radically open connected to universes radically open connected to universes and my eye suddenly reveals no beginning no end My eye opens nakedly woman the nude feminine, and if thy right eye offend thee, pluck it out, and cast it from thee: for it is profitable for thee that one of thy members should perish that one of thy members should perish, and not thy whole body shall be cast into hell I do not puck out my eye but my eye opens lust and adultery: my eye opens play porneia, erotic pornographies of Taryn tasmanian devils Taryn thycalines, and my eye socket excretes excess My eye socket in excess measures her throne of glory upward unwed, and my adultery aethers farther flesh and feather flesh / god grey goo God grey goo grows nanomachine semen and nanomachine messiahs, and they often lack visible eyes / cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in your eye
I Read An Essay On Georges Bataille
I read an essay entitled “Black Sun: Bataille on Sade” by Geoffrey Roche, which explores both Sade’s influences on Bataille and divergences in their thinking Georges Bataille fascinates: I feel repulsed and attracted to his eroticism and pure mystical materialism, and its bodies abode excess abyss The Solar Anus stuns me with the beauty of its poetry (I will write through the Solar Anus in the Book sometime) The Marquis De Sade, however, seems entirely repulses me without any draw I attempted to read 120 Days of Sodom in collage and it seemed an entirely unerotic violent pornography of pornographies, and I do not revisit the work nor will attempt a rewriting I revisit Bataille I explore pornography but I use my own method: everything quivers with beauty / Christian convulses with earthquake orgasms The erotic emanates Elohim The erotic emanates and horrors ecstatic the Elohim The pornographic poems a pagan polytheism and I gesture my ejaculation to god and gods A parasitoid wasp ovipositing into the body of a spotted alfalfa aphid, a behavior that is used in biological pest control / the parasitoid Yahweh pierces my abdomen with his phallus and I pose and photograph pornographic The parasitoid Yahweh plays pornography and pierces my abdomen with its phallus, and she pokes and prods difficult pornography / Yahweh conducts intercourse as an alien abduction All my pornography projects Yahweh or Christ, and Christ commas cobble nude Christina All my pornography pulses Yahweh with Woman and Yahweh as Woman I pretend my band pornography rascals homage to pornographic film, but I write porn poorly (I mean, more poorly than my usual writing) I need to write shit and get over the obsession with perfection and beauty The Human experiences continuum / Human continues ugly pornography and sweaty flatulent bodies, and I smear my lipstick and mascara I feel disconnected and the Book gaps overly episodic and I can’t write anything continuous or cohesive I feel discrete and distance and the Book rungs overly aphoristic, and I can’t write a plot / plot important to the Book as plot important to pornography I want to be a good writer I don’t know how to write and I write and I write but I want to be a good writer I don’t know what good is Keep writing – discover the good in process Writing discovers and unearths: I sift earth writing She lights the lights She lights the lights and lights lace bioluminescence She lights the lights and lights lest Yahweh laughter She lights the lights and lights liquid nonlinear, and I laugh the laptop ladder to Yahweh I play electroacoustic improvisation on the laptop and lights spin tabletop guitar and somewhere Keith Rowe radius light lesion and my skin lesions light cocaine cancer I die all the time She lights the lights the bridesgroom moves to her Light lactates light a laughter lullaby and I sing Bridegroom and Bride I sing Psalm 45, and Sabbatai Sevi marries Shekinah and Taryn torah and I follow the lantern language into abyss Light lyrics light logos, and Word Woman seduces light lingerie, her body a molten map and modal episode earth She lights the lights the bridegroom moves to her light limericks light and my lemonade stows secretly pours Bereshit, the Girl Genesis Bara Benjamin blinds baphomet and behemoth She lights the lights the bridegroom moves to her Light limericks light luminous ligaments snapped to a stretch limousine and I drive dumb into the Judean Desert as Timothy Archer Light librettos light and light lashes lynx ocelot leopard Ocelot operas elektra chord ouroboros and serpent swims lightless abyss but Sabbatai Sevi streams suns from his eyefull body Sabbatai Sevi’s nude body tumors Taryn and the rims of his four body blazes fiery eyes fiery light the full cover as throne of the body His body marries my body messianic / Great is the mystery of marriage! Without it, the world would not be: the existence of the world depeneds on marriage His body marries my body messianic and our sodomy samdows salvation She lights the lights the bridegroom mores to her I braid breath and Yahweh Elohim blows into my nostrils the breath of Zoe, and Zoe and Zebra grafts god zero benjamin, confusion break bones I braid breath the breath Sophia bridegroom, the messianic sefer zephyr zebra god, and Sabbatai Sevi adores himself with the wedding garments I wear the wedding garments but Christ still dispels me into the Outer Darkness I gospel Outer Darkness and its catch sheol shias my kerygma I mal male gamma amalgam the milk secret message and secret gospel and Outer Dark domes brain drill the Desert Monastery I live the Moth Monastery and the Monastery as a Moth, and my Mother monarchs Messiah Messiah mirages or mirrors in many multitudes and even mixed multitudes, and my male gaze gods generate messiahs: Jesus Christ, Sabbatai Sevi, Jacob Frank, KRYSXTRYN… Messiah always germs a Woman and she lights the lights She lights the lights and I come to her as a Bridegroom, a Bereshit Bara Elohim Benjamin Her light illuminates the gold and silver leaf manuscripts of the Book Book bares barres nude body and the body itself abodes blades the secret gospel of mark and the secret gospel of Christ I write everything in a secret but she lights the lights and the Wedding bewares Woman Open Wedding aware awake thunderwords Woman Void Woman Vine Woman Vision By your light I see light The Tree of Life ulus upside down and I rise roots rhizome The Tree of Life unfolds unctuous upside down and I vector valley in volumes vacuous Woman empties emptiness Root rabbits rhizome and my flesh functions recursive fibonacci series Root wrestles rhizome and the Tree of Zoe entangles Jacob’s Ladder (we are climbing Jacob’s Ladder, soldiers of the Cross) Tree Ladder Root Rhizome I read St. Romuald’s Rule: Sit in your cell as a paradise. Put the whole world behind you and forget it. Watch your thoughts like a good fisherman watching for fish. The path you must follows I in the psalms – never leave it… Ladder Root Rhizome Tree I have not read through the Psalms in quite some time: the psalms have left me No, I have abandoned the psalms and Yahweh of the Hebrew Bible too / My Torah and Tanakh thistles torque Tarot Taryn Nevertheless, Psalms sing deep calling to deep and abyss serpent given abyss and I dip into bark dark I drop dark the dungeon Black Iron Prison and I swan psalm sword-swallowmen gnosis / the upside-down Tree of Zoe suggests sugar Zebra I devour desert psalms desert fathers and moths and I vomit vision fire tetragrammaton napalm / the upside-down Tree of Zoe scrapes my suffuses bloody no boundaries all-bronze benjamin and zebra implants the Gnostic Zygote into my stomach Root Rhizome Tree Ladder Ladder she lights the lights woman as Wick and she burns bright Tree of Life without being consumed (I gaze and there was a bush all aflame yet the bush was not consumed) The Sun Illumination of the Bride The Son of Man did everything through mystery: baptism and a chrism and a eucharist and a redemption and a bridal chamber Son of Man Sun Serpent sidewinds Solar Woman Son of Man Sea Sun Serpent sterlings String Woman and Membrane Woman, and Taryn tars-and-feathers my frankened flesh The sun summit scaphs surfaces tensions tendons my trap body sharpened into a teepee The Sun Illumination of the Bride A bloody bridegroom for Yahweh circuits my body circumcises and circumfessions, and I worship the sun and son of man I worship Helios and C.G. Jung nearly worshippers Helios during his anchorite desert vision The Desert Sun kills Timothy Archer in the Judean Desert A bloody bridegroom for Yahweh circuits semen my body circumcision and circumfessions and I worship the Solar Wheel Woman I worship the Sun Zipporah, a camouflaged Zebra, and she saves the source of Gnostic Torah from Yahweh / The Sun and the Illumination of the Bride and the Son of Man did everything through mystery
Vision and Mysticism 