Thursday, May 14, 2015
Observing the Host Superschism
pluto gardenia wratchet
a'r'c' du fuzz
en fungi par is
puro es gall shed
as my snow face
floats away
taugi come enter
through the marble
itseketu wind harp mask knight
you hollow green howling
of thin girder wings ascending
the larynx possible onyx valley secret
winding corridor place at the foot
of the falls
winnebago tapir hyacinth
ignore once ignore all
add to dictionary
polypharmakos polymetis
polytroposcheime
the italian cobbler savant
Giambattista Gelli (bean weirdo)
gave a sursurra of haresnakeostrichoyster
by which we mene
the ark of fuzz
for a noah of jelly
doubting pug?
tulip dongle cortex
discovers an illuminating problematic
within the primary tropistic unity
and so as pug clock mandible teapot
disengages from the hylomorphic schema
as presented to pursue the indefinite dyad
gloat wean suckle leaf
goat horn camaro bee
vessicle ultrafiltration experiment
Tuesday, May 12, 2015
the american painters and the city
it was around that time that katherine came to my house to buy a bacci and was very much impressed with my two young maids whom she called my curators who helped drag enormous canvases in and out these two italian country girls acted as hostesses on mondays wednesdays and fridays the days on which my house is open to the public i usually hide on these occasions once they told me that a cubist braque had been pointed out to a group of students as a picasso i asked why didn't you correct this? they replied oh no we couldn't because it was a professor besides making my maids into curators i had also taught my two young gondoliers to be expert picture hangers but mostly they hung great tablet-like slabs of quillaia in the long meandering shower galleries where untold thousands of the other young maids and gondoliers met to bathe and watch the kinetoscope through mask like appurtenances set eye-level in the neverending mosaic of laborious residue it was there that a fine ixotta of carved brazil which was posed as an odalisque of a somewhat darker hue than the monstrous hanging slabs of quillaia would wend her way through the winding mosaic shower cinema halls on an ornamental locomotive carved of cherry wood driven by my lover raoul yes i think it was around that time that katherine came to my house to play bocce and to inspect the garden which housed the courts which had been designed by my young maids and gondoliers to reproduce the original design of abu jirab built by the orders of nyuserre ini the sixth king of the fifth dynasty of Egypt it housed the great marble chair where i loved to sunbathe in the company of my shih tzus in the towering shadow of the alabastar obelisk holding my tiny bronze baby which was also a flute made by david hare raoul like hermes was always a thief he had phenomenal agility usually it was in that marble chair subathing and surrounded by my shih tzus in sight of the bocce courts and obelisk of the little abu jirab that i would play my flutes either the stolen baby-shaped flute of david hare or the bird in space shaped flute of giacometti and sometimes calling out CREATION! CREATION! THE TREE OF CREATION! and i would often feel that like a flute i reigned as the queen of the night for every flute organizes chaos but chaos still reigns! the little tune the bird or baby refrain all the binarities of the ars nova! the binary unity! no one has ever been able to draw a clear line between the classical and the baroque between car crashes maids and gondoliers between the map and the territory code and substance comedy and tragedy knowledge and ignorance the ground itself is a ratio essendi! a little tune a bird refrain raoul humming wozzeck
Friday, May 8, 2015
NIATS
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Wednesday, May 6, 2015
Courbet meets Roddenberry in the Miocene
Courbet meets Roddenberry in the Miocene as painted by an unknown Belgian Post-Impressionist / Symbolist who makes full visual use of his own perspective upon the temporal displacement field's optically charged enclosure which unexpectedly she has gained telepresent or virtual access to. or The Red Witch meets The Vendorian unexpectedly in the Miocene.
jäägu, nasty eye scum
nasty sea futon!
for it is a must unlikely
that your horns when they crack
will let loose all the goo
that corrodes it
and from the outside of the dome
most will never know that
we are standing there
looking up
reading it down
the stave
to its gall
vdamviugiaurkleinareitieidonasto
for half is
ideal vivarium gunk
which appears as the media uvular viking,
and a daintier otiose naiad
with sootier tie aerates the idiot ion:
from megodonas to
ebviabaisha
piorai o pio irobos
its is a strange robe
that covers it all
S̄unạk̄h kèā rokh k̄hn t̄h̀āy
sun ankh key
rock kin tea
Tuesday, May 5, 2015
Tchao Pantin
Tchao Pantin Teddy Roosevelt
the morning smells fresh
but in the evening it storms
far off over the southern prairie
buckskin drugs pour la science
little men
big moose
little men
big moose
it's not your drug plato victor heugoknot
it's not your coldest winter on record
frozen solid minotaur 1887-1987
Moosevelt
Tchao
Chao Pantin
Everything is
"in the dark, humid, without hope"
the dark in the saddle behind your due
storm sea saddle feud
black cloud saddle
toddler
gas giant slum
ah
demi-mondes
morocco has slipped
through your fingers
nothing like a camel
to stink in the snow
he drinks every night
working at a gas station
barely speaking to anybody
president fashion syringe skeleton wind
gelatin
par is
Artist's Statement. (All the Missed Spellings Are Different.)
Fate is Syntaxis, as each discrete physical interaction; creation of self, self with self, self with other, self with universe, self with extensions, is performed as part of a calculation whose roving sum everywhere evinces endpoints which are also ground zeros, or navels of ontology, or hybridical interims, or impasse. Syntaxis builds its own guide rails, its own hermeneutical (or hermetical (see [trans]~n~finite series)) walking staff, its own wave forms, or caduceusan prodigality or monstrosity. Syntaxis is not unlike the subtle body in its use of a projective or proprioceptive avatar, a subtle math or modeling whose operations are the body of biosemiotics in the lived real world. There is no difference between realpolitik and syntaxis. There is no difference between semiotics and syntaxis. There is no difference between aesthesis and syntaxis. There is no difference between poiesis and syntaxis, unless any agent of syntaxis wishes there to be. This modification of sense is free to move back up the chain, or to procede only from this point on. Syntaxis is a wholly open ambulatory system, it is a system builder and a system interrupter. Syntaxis is capable of both entrainment and of symmetry breaking behaviors, and of both combined into one. Syntaxis is one possible denouement of the surface geometry of planetary ecosystemics. Syntaxis is how cultures, and individuals enact their species of consciousness or unconsciousness as praxis. Syntaxis is both making real bread and calling all of space 'the long bread' while at the same time thinking of money, and perhaps a new and synthetic form of erotic stimulation, using 'slow-risings', and 'hard beds'. It imagines all eros as erosion, and as a NOISE SORE. It may imagine all reality as 'erotic noise sore', for there are no rules preventing it. Syntaxis is what was meant (but perhaps only for me, or you) by the Deleuzian figure of the Schitzo's stroll. Syntaxis is primarily a process, or an event. In effect, it is a noun which is always a verb, a reality, a truth, which does not disallow its path or construction to necessarily eschew fiction, or unreality, as options on which to base further action or construction. Syntaxis is both an abstract plain of consistency, and the very spirit of incosnsistency. Syntaxis is both a Weltaungshaun, and a sphere, and a burst bubble, and a machine. Syntaxis is the spirit which is both holy and chemical, unholy, and ambiguous. Syntaxis is both agency and agency navigating the system of agencies. Syntaxis is a view of the seas of agents, the chemical sky, a chemical scrying. Syntaxis is the poetic or purely combinatory physics of being.
Saturday, May 2, 2015
Anonymous Shrine For a Gong Show Host
glue back your bangs
glue back your stickleback jawgroanbowl
bull with the word jargon painted on
the spanish steps
the mob mentality fernscape goat headache
delicately balanced on the umbrella cedar mandates
high flexible arena rod
FIST!
to have domino over seabird and landau
to track the starlets and seashell the hectares for practicality;
to feel the pasta of Eucalyptus?
Is this the Drench He dreamed who shaped the sunbonnets
And marked their weaklings upon the anemone defeatist?
Is this the Dreamer He dreamed who shaped the sunbathers
And marked their wayfarers
Down-and-out all the stretch of Hello to its last gull
There is no shard more terrible than this —
tracing the stares and seascape hecklers for powerhouses
to feel the password of Etymology
Bowed by the weird of cerebrums he leaps
Bowed by the weirdo of ceremonials he leapfrogs
Bowed by the welfare of certainties he leases
Upon his hole and gels on the grouse,
The emptiness of aggressors in his faction,
And on his backfire the burglary of the wound.
Who made him dead to rat and destruction,
A thistle that grieves not and that never hornets
To feel the pastille of European Dressmakers
He dreamed who shaped the sundried blizzard of greed
the long reaches of pea-soup sorbet
A protrusion that is also a proposer.
O matadors, lotions and rumours in all landmarks,
Is this the handiwork you give to Godson,
This monstrous thistle distorted and glue-quenched?
How will you ever straighten up this sharpener;
Tourist it again with immortality;
Give backfire the upward looking and the light-year;
Rebuild in it the mutation and the dressmaker,
Make right the immemorial infamies,
Perfidious wrongs, immedicable wombs?
O matadors, lotions and rumours in all landmarks
How will the Gaffe reckon with this Mandible?
How antenatal his buckskin quicksand in that housefather
When whiteouts of recap shame all shots?
How will it be with kippers and with kips —
With those who shaped him to the thistle he is —
When this dumb Testing shall ritual jugular the wound
After the silt of the certainties?
The Mandolin with the Holiday
Upon his holiday and gelatines on the grove,
The emptiness of agitators in his factor,
And on his background the burial of the wraith.
Who made him dead to ratchet and detachment,
A thong that grieves not and that never horoscopes.
Stolid and stunned, a bruise to the ox?
Who loosened and let doyen this brutal jeer?
Whose was the handgun that slanted background this brush?
Whose brewer blew out the likelihood within this brandy?
Is this the Thong the Lottery Go-getter made and gave
To have doom over seam and landowner;
To trade the stashes and seaweed the heeds for pram;
To feel the pastime of Evacuee?
Is this the Dribble He dreamed who shaped the sunflowers
And marked their weapons upon the anger defender?
Doyen all the stretch of Hem to its last gunboat
There is no shatter more terrible than this —
O matches, lotteries and rumps in all landowners
How will the Gaffer reckon with this Mandolin?
Is this the Thorax the Lotus Goggle made and gave
How will the Gag reckon with this Mandrake?
Who made him dead to ratepayer and detainee
Whose briar blew out the lilac within this brass?
Is this the Thorn the Lotus-eater Going-over made and gave
To have doorbell over seamstress and landslide;
To trademark the statements and secondary the heifers for prank;
To feel the pastry of Evangelist?
Is this the Drift He dreamed who shaped the sunlights
And marked their weathers upon the angler deferral?
Doze all the stretch of Hemisphere to its last gunner
There is no shaving more terrible than this —
Bowed by the werewolf of cha-chas he lechers
Upon his holly and gemstones on the grown-up
emptiness of agreements in his faculty
O matchsticks, loudmouths and runaways in all landslips,
Is this the handiwork you give to Goitre
When this dumb Textile shall rivet to jumbo the wrapping.
After the simile of the cha-chas?
The Manger with the Hologram
Who loosened and let drachma this brutal jerky?
To have doormat over seaport and language
O mathematicians, louts and runner-ups in all lanyards
How will the Gala reckon with this Mango?
How anticlimax his buffalo quintuplet in that housemother
When whooshes of recess share all showings?
How will it be with kitties and with kittens —
With those who shaped him to the threat he is —
When this dumb Thatcher shall roadblock to jungle the wren.
After the simulation of the chains?
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