POST-FLUXUS BATTLE GARB: ONZO, DOOZAY, KUTOONTHZAE

 

 lale' a false onlyness, soneliness, lale's fall else, a leaf falls, only s

EECUMMINGS as Thailand

for no reason
(the balloon whistles)

look closely at the record of its interactions

brine bleak in soleful accord, the ket, a picture knife for ward

knotting origin to flow, knot star, knot fount, knot torrent,

negative finds, or founds its opposite

NEGEN

We can imagine of course, the private porphyry chambers which the Minotaur must surely have inhabited, his helpers who assuaged his affliction, his friends, and family, and those youths he helped remove from their superstitious parents to live new lives in the endless orchards

of the raging flesh.

A sun rises betwixt the horns of consecration

whose skull is the body

of the labyrinth

of writing.

It truly is not so paltry a thing, the substance of its courteously fearful maw

breaks off and hovers as smoke, or pollen, or light, or fear.

Lucretius noted an echo between smoke and dreams, 

and the sinuous limbs of all living things.

It is acceptable to at least marvel at the possibility,

the red hot brain yolk foetus toad's black cinnabar skeletongue.

Menu, or Meteor?

Crater or Krater?

My name is Joeseph Beuys.

Angelus Novus

Yet I

near to the Incan

where decimals hid their monster herm shaft dug into the periplum

rising on gas

in an infernon of flowers

its bones toward singing machines draped in slithering eagles

sparkling with copper mirror scales

these celestial gold leaf mummies

floating away

on infinitely long teathers

to the center of the galaxy

where as wheels of meditating sentences

they with utter the name of the final gap

or indiscretion 

its name:

MUST

A far better sense of its agency.

For a thousand years the worshipers

sought to bore inside

with mind or hand,

but could not.

They were already within its

inside.

Its majesty

was an ancient mirror

before their foot.

Contemporary leisure life encapsulates all of these basic accordances.

Its paradoxical grunt 

of transcendence is easy, 

every instrument is its own opposite

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A grey velvet brain amoeba with a snow white tongue

which distracts the audience

from black manta leaves

passing beneath the cherry trees.

An intellect will remain at large, the conversation, its

black zeppelin, onyx egg, exhibited in 1926 

at the Brooklyn Museum 

before it was broken during transport 

and carefully repaired by Duchamp.

Logos is not itself, it is its

other.

Hail Hydra!

All roads lead to Kosovo...

or to the ministry of Causes, aka

C.R.O.W.

spring plums

forged in infinite darkness

and silence

(like lenses)

The mind itself

as Art,

with all its weaknesses

and strengths.

Money shaking hands with Monet

as nature.

The weird cleft at the bottom of the well of letters, how its descent

provides the upper thrust of so much sweetness

and subtlety and gladness

a thing like depth of field.

Zombies only mimic the reaction, but there are no zomibes,

vomides, or coroollaries.

Fling its mud-languished flall by a hiccuthe treep.

HAIL HYDRA!

lucky lucevano to order 

its look for cupid 

had been skewered 

the entire icon 

in tact like an ether 

it breathed fell from

grey cloth scales

nayhaps

by you

"SUR"

First: John Donne divided by Alpo.

Then Pop-Harroldy times Cephalophore.

Line by Lion.

Thread by the red.

Can you find Lanny

in the haystack.

stir. stare.

Tyr writ tour.

It all came to a head.