Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Hackademia Dot Head You

wellpower {g]

like they have a set of affects and concerns
which are sort of cheerleadery

and like ruts in the round road
that golf gold the periphery trap

on the world shield of Achilles 
they all become old people preaching
at the cracks in the great wall of the superego
humbaba on porn, porn on idealism, idealism on semiotics, etc..

so now
he's directing a frilm on the ascendance of an albino
technological dolphin (a woman I think)
while we're sitting here
adjusting our halos of trash

living out our rave scene clueless political computronics
trash-compactor scene
with a psyclops snake named 
Minnie the Moocher

solar gender
Dario Argendo

films a long cold look
at the gravity well

and the biggest black hole of all
is that one big dumb pomme pomme
that keeps on going ang going

and going mang 
buh bang ACHILLES!
(stop the illness)

power is a symbol
of the perverse

and of the uniperverse

Friday, February 20, 2015

an homage to two sets of blue Viennese furniture painted by Franz Alt

graf zoopline


these two were inspired by a dress Carroll Baker wore in Umberto Lenzi's COSÌ DOLCE... COSÌ PERVERSA (SO SWEET... SO PERVERSE) (1969)

a set of pans


Thursday, February 19, 2015

Better Never to Have Been Modern


Well, Bob's your uncle then,

and by the look of things

a black column of granite

launches high into the Himalayas

and will arc perfectly to site

and take hole

passing deep into the ground

its inlaid bright iron calligraphy

being read by the magnets

that film the circumulouse*

brokaine&well (wot)

Bob's your brother then,

ivory grilles surround

the trembling gelatin roses

whose blooms are viral mites

mimicking a network

for their communication
gives not a world, but

a world of taking worlds"


time paradox is no logic

mandala mahalo pussywillow pip

will a stone wheel
fit the cover the cave

and does the gelatin anubis'
wings feathered in rose petals

tuck neatly underneath
the polished noncings

let logic knot:
if noncing = worlding

then SONG caves RIVER
toward this brain blastula

mites lay still letters

brutal wall
brutal psyclopian wall

a black dog of roses
and fangs of thorns

will easily penetrate
the gelatin of the poem

but the lotus

and the poem

are all birth

in magnets

**Barry X. Ball (Envy, 2008)