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
argendo
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





SO SWEET... SO PERVERSE

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"


brokaine&well


time paradox is no logic
knotting


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


ankhiway
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)