Beautiful Fairy Gore

yes

i feel it

there is another black

and another

beyond this

a cosmic pessimism

a mysticism of a world-without-us

which serves

as a canvas

in the world-for-us

to describe a daimonics / demonics

of inscriptive mechanicity

or spirituality

ie

spirit as an agent

action and non-action

as an instrument

both formed unformed

forming or unforming

ie

change is the body

of a blind and careless divinity

a god-thing

which is a poem

that we inhabit

and which forms our

habit

which is its habit

its costume

and nudity

as a poem

or limit-thought

syntax

is its own irony

and tragedy

combined

into a self-effacing alterity

a clown vorstellung

that only philosophers seem to see

only a clown can see

another clown

only the pen

notices the animal

is a line

which draws itself

onto the page

of absense

we must improve ourselves

before our definitions

for within the world for us

there is a world against us

a savage planet

more sweet than life

in life

the clown turned inside out

before even being

born

what should it know?

the malediction

of beautiful fairy gore?

the stark souplex of atmospherics

in correlation 

culture

for its siecle

a rotted hide

of repeating political phonographs

an african dreyfuss

in someone's now mad colony 

trapped between dying seas

why must adonis

show his wart

in every photo?

why must adonis

the woman

always be a tank

and a threat?

some product

or colony?

cave people

rule the air.

so hear this

take it

take up the succulent leg of grasshopper

which is the violin of vampirism

and do with it 

AS THOU WILT

for Schopenhauer

and Satanic Cinema 

will approve

do not mettle

in the equality of pagans

and christians

in a roaming lost

remember all words

do your best

your beast

and blessed

be said

by the world

to the world

not of this earth

our planet

of itself

not own

What is Modern?

Is the Future?

Wildly echo

its robotic chess pieces

which cover the knight's armour

i implore you

crotch tarantula oceanus

sit down and have a smoke

stand up

and have a baby

be at peace

in the eyes of the lord

amen

amen

jazz gas

jazz glass

whatever...

glitch mudra

fox burrowing owl

languid fo'c's'le
syncope flown for vulpic pelage
the hessian hat of its single cell
lain courtly upon
the nanometric occam
its concept made white or black or yellow
or blue and placed in a country of the same
colour

to disappear
the prey
its watchful mǫkkurkálfi
this order plain in mess a camouflage
a campelagian vestygian gondola
strung tautly as viola

its clear drum head
to house a plasma of snow
its sentence wife
in the covenant of husbandry

dag
thou art nude and changed strangely
thy body is alchemically united
with conspiracy
and on the dune of high noise you pell down on
with your comapnions
your gray fox
and raccoon doge

lo
specific green teeth
are milky jade
in the crotch
of a tree

and its truest word
turns like the neck
of a strigiformes

Two Comments I Made on Kenneth Goldsmith's Facebook account (POOC)

murphy's sea-fairy
never seize fairly..

whatever's will
is happening..

the dirt rose up
and became mad(e)..

//

'no ideas'
was a good idea
at least for some in the animal
and plant kingdom (for awhile)..

'some ideas'
was a good idea
at least for some in the animal
and plant kingdoms (for awhile),
but really,
is anything really good or bad
outside of the confines
of a sensory system?

if you do away with sensory systems
there's just (different) forms of klanging junk,
and even with them, it's about the same..

however you feel, the universe
as a lurid system of examples
will go on, at least until it stops..

Homage to Catatonia

Estoy aquí solo

George Orwell conoce 

a Carlos Castaneda en 

el Reino de Valencia

it is 1926 in Burma

and the dense frail shadows

murkily slither

and they join the elephants

and timber

these trains

are not puny wisps

justice will be

the core of the sun

abandoned

to its own nature

in gravity

and in the grandeur

of the raw naturalism

of ur-radical

debate

the coal thinker

burns

to make a universe-sized hospital

to cure

a novel about our trains

Esto Yaqui's olo

and now in a golden well

of gravity

dna will hedge

its articles on the gutter

but not in Suffolk

disappointed

down and out

and working in secret

you can see its sick foot like a tooth

begin to pale with fervent luster

a crooner

of disgust

angels lark

in the gallants

and there with N

at rock bottom

and mad

the poor horse

the evil pilot

there I began my life

in the sucking fog

of a green sun

a fool

will lickerish difference

and so the spot

on its lung or son

will shift

will

and volcano cities

swinging back

into the most ordinary

snobbishness

very

philosophical

Not on the Short List, and Not on the Long List.

pick it up anywhere (as)

there in the rainy bunchadoes

hurling great toad sighs down

from the lonely centers of smooth

and heavy letters~

say

~is clark coolidge elemental nonsense

coding a final fugue of alice?

is j.h. prynne an early 

or a late 

claude chabrol film

on gender relations

between marianne moore

and robert louis stevenson

For a few days we sailed with a steady trade, and a steady westerly current setting us to leeward; and toward 131 sundown of the seventh it was supposed we should have sighted Takaroa, one of Cook’s so-called King George Islands. The sun set; yet a while longer the old moon—semi-brilliant herself, and with a silver belly, which was her successor—sailed among gathering clouds; she, too, deserted us; stars of every degree of sheen, and clouds of every variety of form, disputed the sub-lustrous night; and still we gazed in vain for Takaroa. The good mare stood on the bowsprit, her tall grey figure slashing up and down against the stars, and still

“nihil astra præter

Vidit et undas.”

To challenge fate in art and life

Brion Gysin now became Mynona

of Thebes. Others could

build, and understood

making colossi and

how to use slaves, and kept crocodiles and put

baboons on the necks of giraffes to pick

fruit, and used serpent magic

"to glimpse a brazen ringing"

an

"explicit critique of every reality"

come to pass

the cup

whose alain badiou

had lain with bahktin

cupid's nose

cupid's arm

holding up those great black eyebrows

come into the presence

of the building

which due to the absense

of our knowledge

leers

leers on you alone

in the hotel

of the black eagle.

drench the home

in its walls.