Words Concluded Before the Flame of Unity's Demise

anschir of affect
mysterious earth
say what it is
that what it is
is burning

say that no dog's head
or that no head of a human
is the head of the human state
that cannot be
cannot be burning
is burning

fragrancies
which by their need
doth know
knows nothing by the scent
for the scent
neither ascent nor descent
is burning

and signal this
with enormous tapir
the war tapir monument
on whose back
lives the sprawling marble
abstract parthenon saddle balcony
which is not
is burning

and within the undersea tomb
of robert louis stevenson
who is kept in an upright
blue glass bottle sarcophagus
on the mahogany table of the lounge
its top hat stopper jaunted
or cocked
and also within the window of the tomb
which looks out into the sea
see the three perilous monkeys
no see no say no hear
which look out over
the stone typewriter

power is burning

the stone typewriter
which as a graverobber
took prostitutes
from the very page
and placed their earth
their mysterious earth
to anschir
and to burning

for Doctor Jekyll
and Mister Hyde
were investigated
by a lawyer

so that Lacan might
be able to speak
of natural law
and human law
burning together
as a story
as a synthesis
of the foundation
before language
is chemistry

the living story
as told from beneath the sea
whatever it was
an airtight tomb
where an anschir
was never burning

and that the strange case
in all its words and deeds
both succeeded and failed
and that all of life succeeded and failed
just as it lived and died

caste foreward
warded to caste

and that the anschir
was a mystery
written only
only written

before it comes to that
by any measure
by any measure of what one story
or one planet
is burning

as if the brain were a sponge
held up over an obelisk
and squeezed out
into nothing

and then laid down
to dry
anschir
the brazier

said suddenly sad (tripod)

mine tripod is eye queues
eolotthowghrhoighuay
and ghoti

caress my weak tripod
tripod
to reap the empowered foot
my dear wry prey

we woo the tripod
tripod
and caress the weak
and stuttering menu

of a foot
that's washed with tears
and terebinth

for atrugetoio

squeeze the rag
and queue the eyes
and quiet the deep
meta-meteor

wozozowo
the sentence of history is a word
spelling endorgenesis

or a hollow terracotta torso
where snakes
lift dora puro
from the chasms of the arm-holes


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welcome home ugly

o great ugly
behold the great festoon
of hideous i have laid for you
does it please you
now when at last your debased
and horrible visage
is come over all the land
to welcome you home
it is your bone dark one
the gnawing hordes have risen in joy
to seek your hideous praise
great and fearsome ugly
you are home
in the free and despicable deeps
now
release the dogs of war
and let it burn
let ugliness reign

eternally
because truth
is a horror
which cannot be hidden
welcome home ugly

it's as if you never left

ode on the tablets of the law

here
shave these shaggy tablets
these stone tablets grow hair
but they do not need it anymore
that hair goes nowhere man
in particular
maybe it goes down a drain
maybe it reroots
in somebody else's brain
that hair is everywhere man
shave it now
shave ye this tablet or dispair
ye gods there's tablet hair everywhere
it looms like a wave up over the sky
its comes shooting at lightspeed
from everyones' eyes
hair o copious language of growth
but is it alive or dead
what is this long curly black hair
doing living in my bread
here is its living room
and here is its bed
here is its kitchen
and here is its sled?
and all of it all of it
inside my bread
i've never seen such a civilized hair
it surely didn't come
from my head

a flower person will indeed see flowers

if a certain mirror is also a flower
a reflected she objects
to images of independent models
for instance Is
this color gives conversation
by the canvas of its canvas dream denuded
by the folds which after the flowering
of the imaginary within the image resumes
on a conversation of eaten mixtures
these films mix diffuse realities in voices
and return as jerky wigs / the one
the one as glasses the one as its own young
as the only camera / chimera or in the way
that the beauty of music is created by foreign images
one for a boasting wine and one for a dream
of a universe not spilt in split dreams the one
there are always bored views which are more
than the jewelry the one hears
providing that musical glasses create
a kaleidoscopic violence a she
who monopolizes the animation of the body
which sees flowers
spying on their world of sweets
as the videographer of the one
or the never-one which like a mannequin
is not what a substitute mode of desire
smiles at while it retains its motion
its nails made of decomposed
and vulgar toothpaste made of men posing
waiting for real caressing which needs indifference
or face to face brings back a preoccupied girl's
anguishing over the beautiful or pauses within reality
occupy the kaleidoscope and occupy the body
of the soon-to-dream dreams which as various dancing
dancers remains the one
an image which objects hard
to a certain jerky split
a fantasmatic nail resume'
performed by a fashion image
made only with toothpaste which
the violent universe reflects
as a mannequin of bored movement
which becomes a wig pattern
waiting for more spy movies or she
so that while the camera slowly pans
up and down her body
the background dispute
becomes more violent
more bored


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yorggz are totally gao for ozbiemme

forking eggs may not illustrate
the most complete vision of all that
might be implied by the word chaos

chaos can be a messy bedroom
or the filamental pseudo-structures
half glimpsed in the galactic meat of space
by successive layers of astronomer
corals

but calling it the garden of forking pads
does lend a beatnik touch

the same way
a dog wearing a tophat
and setting down a bright green turd
on the shimmering surface
of the yellow brick road might
cause Dorothy to suddenly exclaim

terra rasa are totally tabula firma
for ibidem toto


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Logic and Leisure

ogres eat osiris
as le corbusier
falls ever deeper
into the enormous
concrete earth shaft

his pyramid
umbrella
swimsuit parachute
never an easy bridge
to the alcohol
and pervitin
of the kampfzeit follies

your mouth
is an infinitely soft
set of cushions

and naiads come there
bringing small effigies of clover
or dioramas of clover ogres
eating dandelion osirises

le corbusier may be lost
the velocity is increasing
the shaft is smooth
featureless
and grey

narratology is for dandelions

one almost feels
as if the wind he feels
is good for him
his concrete dandelion head

but the whole fish
and even the geometry
of celtic dwarves

of their cosmos
is a drug

of terror mixed with frailty
then armed
with confusion
against doubt

sing faster
or just
fall forever

your rapt mouth
alone in the darkness
contingency is a weird lover
for every species

there's no one to hear you scream
maybe bat-monkeys
eat you as you fall

maybe transparent things
catch you
with their jelly faces


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General Issues Concerning the Struggles of Magicians

this blue crab feast is expanding
engulfing all
the dream of progress
like a small handkerchief
is tied round the arm
of a homeless market boy
running wildly
the mustache of its knot
never golden not even once
who is followed surreptitiously
by the woman called Shenub
a strange dancer who has seen
the breakfast of the world
three spinning rings
and a dinosaur used as a symbol
for something even more obscure
the schoolhouse is closed
and the teahouse
is hung with jaws
red in the glass red lamps of gumbs
in the glass red veins of lamp-gumbs
we red the crabs
the blue feast of the red crabs is
a ballerina called Shenub
who has no earlobes
her family name is Ourbare'
she lives in active treason against hate
but is consumed by it as color
some optical splitters know this
the radical construction of concrete
and irremediable reality
like the genius of failure
progress does not come to handkerchiefs
for mind is a kind of agent
or spirit or page or lamp
of skin under chuddah-crab
of / oourfve / of confusion
so ancient that its face is worn
unknown
and alien
but smooth
people ignore it in the market
it muffles a sour parakeet

psyclome sylvex

ticks scry to lambs
who wrote this as Vitus
who probes with this
let us all dance before a statue

let us all
let us all dance
let us all dance before a statue

that moves like a whirlwind
with angelic demonic mirth
(a short grammar)

ticks scry to lambs
a broad proscenium brims
with kites you made
covered in eyes

real cellular eyes
you call vitusaizvess
but as you dance you
mispronounce it

your throat loins jistling
you instead say

pseekompf silvax
runnajar psilvaku
irr voluda
kod voluda paliktikai
who wrote this as Psyclome
who probes with this

let us all tick before a nervous effigy
o lugg sonu
o lewg raff
the lementary sonu aft
or before

navigating the airy voluptis
ramen roofs love iguana corn
that moves like a whirlwind statue
(a short Latgalian)

a vain gel of gems
a surd of narrmist

a poor meat
of severed cures
dancing toward
the airy statue
(meant)


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maxjud nos von hull

o sinnaku
qinnaqu
o

where winged centaur archers go
where robes of locust are displayed
in green smoke curtains
hovering

over the bay
of writhing limbs

o o
chinnakua

clink von troma dull

you you you
when you
you you you
when you
you

you

o grinwakua coma cum lagos
dum finnasta qua

o archer of flaming squirrel skull debakle'
lift high your shaft to skogmall or skyskull
you

flaming beard winged centaur archer locust drone sign
of cylinder synthesizer beast

o greet me
colossal lithop toe idol
you lingam in the dell
you arent van bolten mecha yoni illustrator
o

ecli

o
jek krill hide of hyena scorpion shrimp
o
shrieking of madwomen at delphi

o spharagmos
of victim king
before the tele-ordure

of nomance

o nomanx
of glaceless mang of nomang comm trauma
traum

wheat oracle!
wheat gleeting sole foot crimson dipped

foot quill dragging oedipal
in your flute minotaur races'
paper coracle

whoracles

ulg
ulg

o pearly shell mask
with no eyes with no mouth

how your hair vomits
as sun rays
of ululations

o diogenes idol
sitting alone
in the niche of a prostiture

o glib recondite explosives
hanging like tasssels frum eery singy forms
made lipid airy

are you of the lipid people?
are you of lapid grisles?

have you seen densely alluring grilles of meat
over raging cornucopions of orange

have you seen
the mandala grille 2000?

o fabio
my klingdome
for a paper hat boat


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Misirlou

Student Jane jobs as an assistant
for the animal researcher Phillip
in a lonesome old house.

They live alone except for the
chimpanzees and butler Link:
a 45 years old very intelligent orangutan.

Phillip wants to put Link to death.
However before he can do this
he's vanished tracelessly one morning.

Link starts behaving more and
more aggressive and prohibits Jane
from using the phone or reaching the next village.

When she punishes him by locking
him out, he becomes violent.
You Jane, Me Link, that kind of thing.

Link it seems had remembered a former life
wherein the ancient city of Atlantis
was populated solely by orangutans.

So Link was their King like Nero,
and he played the double seahore lyre
as the wondrous city sank beneath the waves.

8 Questions I Ask Myself Every Day

1. Have you thought about Chris Burden today?
2. Have you thought about Christopher Lee's burden?
3. What is this crystal burden birthing?
4. When I cry and then become still, which is the burr in the din?
5. Have you thought about Chris Burden's burden today?
6. Do you think Iconism has a plan for your life?
7. What would Chris Burden do?
8. How many films did Christopher Lee yurodivy?
9. Yurodivy yurodivy yurodivy yurodivy euro-diver Etruscan?
10. Scuba pan? Major 5ths of Scuba Pan?
11. O how did you unearth the otherworldly burthen of turducken?

The Opening of the W.C. Field

Robert Alfred Edward
North Whitehead Duncan
"may not neglect the
multifariousness of the world-
the boot-wearing fairies
slam-dance, and this eighty-eyed
spider-dolphin headed jesus
gets nailed to a volkswagon
sunwheel cross-hair"
towards fullness, the beautiful
profusion takes me.
avalanche, AVALANCHE,
TAOCHI (tyche) Bra-hoo (Brujo)
take me with you in your slide

for my surfboard
is of space-grade-carbon-enhanced
ceramic polymer mesh
and my feet are shorn
in ssslalomeander skin

o ko-koochi tao
tao-tie moonstro
your youth is sad
and your future dark
but let the love sing out of you
on your pipe-organ of mad matter
and become

BECOME!
The Abominable Dr. Mojo Phibes'
150th sequel
with a soundtrack by
Professor Longhair accompanied
by the wild children's satyr orchestra
of pan-pipes
PIPING CHAOS
at the gates of dawn..

work makes free
wok makes foo
fang it up!
put on your fanged up
sky-city gown
and chin-wheels


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Harry Partch appeared to me in a dream this afternoon as the old Eritrean woman who works as the parking / cashier attendant at my dentist:

"They think they've seen angels..."

and then she laughed.. (and I laughed too)
I was old and naked and sitting inside a clear glass car with a sleeping rabbit for a motor..

at peace for the mythic remains

if it is no place to be sound
then below the tormented
ragged skies
lies the fallen body of strange Icarus
now covered in long fine erect pink hairs
the eyes tricked out in anemone
luminous in the vast shadow
of a black and pregnant cloud
made more holy
by its absolute ambiguity
its mindless and righteous indignation
toward none of those
that seek to offer it
their own definition

and its fossicked opalescent wings
are rigid as they pierce the ground
extending down into the soil
engendering abstract structures
that intensely placid blastomal wyrms
conceive of as music or architecture
considering those smooth textures found
as a nourishment
to their senses their sensibilities
all around with the inside out
of geometry's collection

but the blood is still red
in the yellow sun
and the blood is still yellow
in the crimson wheel

and the pink furred remains
are the mediolanon
of a single
monadic poem:

its icon victim
and triumphant
sore in the ground
of irony

pax pocked
with the indifferent
and lapidary luxuries
of rhapsody:

run rune ruin rue
roux row
argument goo
integumentum carnalia

a toy house
with glaucus thatch
or tecne'
as an ember in the yolk

an amber yoke
where the cast remain invisible

Extra-poeming

IRAKLIA columns
alleles katantikry century
IRAKLIA columns and
apechousin alleles voyage days
kλidaλ kofuλk qiraλ qelλk bilλ wcbaqẽnt
or clad in down leaves

And the Isle herein was persuaded
by two ice Gadeira names
in Sicily's triangular colon
that cities eisin vulva
in the Heraklion Metapontis
fried with its thorn exposed

These or another city which has
some apechousan day voyage from Hercules
or hyponemetron in dry clipped tongues
ibśimsis artimuk kulumsis aaraλ biraλk
albino hedgehog helmet
their whore priestess had been freeze-dried
laughing at you
Maionian Homer

and from that Hercules
of THL MASSEvropii Marketing
come so many

Carthaginians of Marketing
and clay
and tides
and seas
my purple whorl-nugs
aktin nãqis qelλk fẽnsλifid fakmλ artimuś
despite Lapygians going on day and on night
Ionian Gulf mouth

Paraplous four days
and nights four
and from Hercules to
or instead of this country
a Pasha fit for ports
and its Elpinoros memory
Esti Latins with gratuity expected
laqirisaν bukit kud ist esλ wãnaλ bλtarwo[d]
Sometimes different alleles can result
in different observable phenotypic traits
such as different pigmentation
HI trade name
Alikarna Molykreia;

and the Delphic bay;
mouth, those of vaginal foci stages
and later this sacred Nafpaktos city
ultra-long-hair-kaiju

what if strange lines
ran all about connecting everything
in a dense and maddening mesh
a hyperglossoneme
by Rhône echontai Ligyes
gives up instead
MEN barbarians
PREMIUM BRANDS Patent
and Enginerring Cape not
some Sicilian groaned
between the rivers Krathio and Sybaris
near the city of Thouria city
bat comets

In the taftii THL country's citizens
Estin ellinios will Massilia and port
esλ mruλ buk esλ wãnaλ buk esνaν
like a colon of each part of the hobos
came in neven stages and after [͵af'.]
as "Epaneimi not again on the continent"
hence exetrapomin, by Gar Reggio
O Theognis Megara-Shara

These colonies Marseille eisi
and Tafroeis and Olbia will Paraplous
d'Esti unto this from
the Rhone River to Addis
amid toi ploi toutoi universal
bλtarwod akad manelid kumlilid silukalid akit n[ãqis]
HI Odyssey

HI
Name soot, and others Many
desert island Sardis
and from Kyrnou island in Sardis
in unnison Wealth Tuesday party
laqrisak qelak kudkit ist esλ wãn[aλ]
Celtic Venetian sigh
stomping rubber tire carvings
Associate to the city during rivers as stages

And Isle toi desert in between
from Sardis jointly Livyin
wealth day and night
unto Sikelian from Sardis
Wealth two day and night
Epaneimi not again
on the continent
hence in Kyrnon
DELTA Trade

exetrapomin
[o]raλ islλ bakillλ est
mrud eśśk [wãnaś]
smokey horse or turtle shapes
change as you move inside
the mesh

coining apertures


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Don Quixote, The Purely Modernist Woe Man

Ogmios under name river
herl ee hur lea early
and the peripatetic picaresque
is not transcendent
but more like the myth of a sad hobo
getting into trouble
finding wonder
among the valleys
whereas wonder
looks among the microscope people
for banners of its thet thers

wilt it in a thet ther
or lithe it to a glowbe

molecular reality obeys a syntax
you've got to at least understand that
if nothing else

wheels
can turn a round fort
to various weathers

its beyond sad
it's a heavenly antic


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Ce discours est bien grotesque

Johann Baptist Fischart
scribbling diligently in his

Affentheurlich
Naupengeheurliche
Geschichtklitterung

was the first person it is said
to have used the word grotesque
as an adjective

it was used it would seem to describe
a monstrous fusion
of human and non-human elements

he writes:
strange, peculiar, grottogrotesque, fantastic jars,
chests, and boxes which can now be seen
in our pharmacies

Fischart finds a negativity in this unruly monstrosity
calling it silly, frightful, and ridiculous
but his work, the

Affentheurlich
Naupengeheurliche
Geschichtklitterung

is still considered
the Finnegan's Wake
of the 16th century

Writing itself is the grotesque exemplar
par excellence
the original cyborg
the human mind conjoined with line
chopped twisted and knotted
into symbols of sound and meaning

Montaigne called his own essays
'grotesque and monstrous bodies,
pieced together of the most diverse members,
without distinct form, in which order and proportion
are left to chance.'

Now in the long after
there is a more cryptic
political sense
to ornamentality

how do we actively engage
our own
grotesque
ornamental
monstrosity?


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pelt and cure by the foam inlet

oval window prynne
are dexsuo teuto dheas
oppida
where heraklean way
like gozzi to overlay shakespeare
seems to abuse it
a limited humanism
and a reduced perception
the love for three oranges
as you like it
oneiric instead
hannibal standing
in the saddle of matrona
a wolf's fur
for midsummer student


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