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I dream the Book as a human figure.  I dream the canvas of the Book as a haunted human figure: figure fork fuck shadows curtain syntax.  I dream the Book additive ben adam and Adam Christina, a Book cross drift rift dreams.

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I dream the Book as a human figure: her figure.  Her figure floods the flesh of the Book, a book shaped canvas and a book human body.  Her figure revives my figure in Book (And the spirit-endowed woman came to me and spoke, saying, Arise, Ben Adam.  And when I saw her, I said: It is you who have given me life; you will be called ‘Mother of the Living’.  For it is she who is my mother.  It is she who is the physician, and the woman, and she has given birth.)  I dream the Book additive ben hinnom and Adam Asia: Adam Asia Among Rivers and Adam Asia Among Rhizomes Book drift rift dreams.

I was watching this video about cutting off family members and such, says Asia.  I sent it to you not because this is relevant to you but because she brings up this really interesting point about how the natural flow of relationships is rupture and repair and the steps laid out to move forward show how the relationship is valued.  I thought you would find that interesting and help you reframe things a bit.  Rupture is a natural part of growth.  She brought up another interesting point related to the cutting people off part saying that if there is a rupture in the relationship and one of the parties lays out a road map for how to move forward and the other one says “No, I’m not doing that,” the person who says no is the person cutting off the relationship, not the person who made the road map, says Asia.

Numbers without what rupture numbers without what     Numbers without what rupture my wife whose hair birds brush fire number without what

Natural flow rupture repair the repair     Natural flow rupture the repair steps move forward

Without number flow rupture repair the repair

Without number flow my wife hair birds rupture the steps laid

Rupture is a natural part of growth

Rupture flow camera radio long delay echoes     Brain echo long lunar swirls sweat high albedo (high rupture flow delay the steps laid out road map cutting)

What was rupture between: between Big Sur bewilders what   (What ruptures bone hone her camera what between)     I beware what body cosmic sabbath     I begin begin sabbath what habitat her hair turtle whir / Taryn hair whirlpool pack wolves     What was body cosmic sabbath and what let the waters swarm with the swarm of living creatures   (What let the light the boat grows larger with the Book     The boat ruptures large Book without numbers     What wet let the light sabbath and I fulfill the sabbath by breaking the sabbath)

Numbers without what ruptures what cosmic sabbath and sabbath antinomian rupture     I fulfill the sabbath by breaking the sabbath

I fulfill the sabbath by breaking the sabbath.  I fulfill the sabbath by the rupture of the sabbath.  Sabbath rupture sabbath without number numberless sabbath.  Ruptured sabbath seeds sabbath human one.  I human sabbath her turtle hair her wild tortoise hair (be my husband and I’ll be your wife love you for the rest of my life).  I fill fulfill full sabbath ruptures the sabbath made for man and not man for the sabbath and I fulfill the sabbath by breaking the sabbath.

I work with the whir of word and it uproots numberless     Word uproots and reveals rhizomes and her rhizome wraps inseparable wire from word tree of life and word tree of knowledge

I work with the what of the Book and its blossoms appear on the earth / I work earth surge the waters swarm with the swarm of living creatures

I have a question for you, says Asia.  How can an artist be anti-consumerist?  Would it be using trash and thrifted items?  Would it be making paint and pigment from scratch? she says.  One can think of using found objects and appropriation as a radical resource of material from the cultural trash heap, I say.  There’s an interesting essay I read awhile ago.  It was on Walter Benjamin and his ideas.  It postulates that the janitors and those who go through the trash heaps and refuse are a kind of messianic historian.  They see raw material and cultural material other people discard and redeem it and reveal it.  They reveal a new kind of materialism in the refuse that opens the way to a radical community.  So I think of the artist maybe too as a radical materialist.  Using material in a way to reclaim its uselessness and simultaneous usefulness.  The artist in a way is the “son of man is the lord of the sabbath” – using the principles antithetical to capitalism like rest, space, unproductivity, to show a useless productivity.  One of kindness and compassion perhaps.  Rupture reveals the multiplicity of the rhizome.  Our friendship is multiple and rhizomic, I say.  I agree with what you said, says Asia.  I think it’s good to think of everything around you as a medium instead of only the things you buy at a craft store.  I could probably get gesso and make reclaimed canvases.  Using reclaimed fabrics, says Asia.


Philip K. Dick often spoke about trash and the discarded and the ordinary as the secretly holy and divine:  

“For me and for mankind a new age is opening in which the holy, expected from the top, so to speak, returns at the bottom, at the trash stratum of the alley, humble and noble, beautiful and suffering and alive and conscious…”
“Christ moves lower and lower, deeper and deeper into the decomposing cosmos, down layer by layer, starting with man.  Thus the vision of Christ at and in the trash layer (stratum) is a vision of ultimate and final repair.”
“What I call the “trash stratum” or “debris discarded”; Christ enters world, penetrated it and now is camouflaged as it, dispersed throughout in and becoming steadily stronger.”

I fulfill the sabbath by sorting and receiving sabbath debris: debris discarded and revealed as trash stratum holy spirit


Rupture     Rupture radical rescue     Rupture go through the trash heaps and refuse     (I thought you would find that interesting and help you reframe things a bit, says Asia.  Rupture is a natural part of growth.  Reframe my own relationships? I say.  In our friendship?  All relationships including ours, says Asia.  A conflict isn’t a flaw or evidence of a mistake, but growing pains, she says.)     Rupture radical refuse and residue

My wife whose hair birds brush fire number without what     What ruptures what birds trash and refuse

Rupture radios long delay echoes     Brain echo lunar swirls sweat high albedo / rupture sweat oil alchemy     In rupture and repair, I clothe the stone pit with a bear humerus, a scraper, a core, and some flakes: I offer the grave     I offer the grave the grave of human refuse     I offer the grave the grave human bone / hollow bone vision and hollow bone rupture   (I work with the what of the Book and its blossoms appear on earth / I work earth surge the waters swarm with the swarm of living creatures)

I desecrate the sabbath and destroy its plantings and I plant plain nude rhizome / wire word Tree of Life and Tree of Death metrics in cosmic sabbath

My wife whose hair birds brush fire number without what