Thursday, June 23, 2011
Alias Aspic Astro / What Refuge The Scoundrel?
Limb rogued olio, thou art
a historie of a yong childe in Rome
called Papirius whose
continuance, acts, and undue
prominence would khubber
the buku, three cyaths of water
to break the inward Imposthumes.
I remember Rasay, coarse table
all achildrenned and goodly,
Captain Cocke's business of hemp,
thou art a historie of a yong childe
in Rome, Will Hewer hiding in the cellar
waltzing lady rats through purple flowing
holes, surely the Soule hath the reliqu'd
Impressa's of divine virtue, the inordinate
longitude of the organ may be a meanes
to improflicate the seed, in rust lies
the oval head:
I see glass leaves
through a cylinder of water
[look through water]
those leaves shaped like cellos
though they be harmonicas
Eflustrans, or
Meschara
beaked windows
to look out upon
the rushing bay
and rays
to bracket the thing
in fierce and primal
nudi-rostrum
ars unum via una
earth itself an apothegm
a historie of a yong childe in Rome
called Papirius whose
continuance, acts, and undue
prominence would khubber
the buku, three cyaths of water
to break the inward Imposthumes.
I remember Rasay, coarse table
all achildrenned and goodly,
Captain Cocke's business of hemp,
thou art a historie of a yong childe
in Rome, Will Hewer hiding in the cellar
waltzing lady rats through purple flowing
holes, surely the Soule hath the reliqu'd
Impressa's of divine virtue, the inordinate
longitude of the organ may be a meanes
to improflicate the seed, in rust lies
the oval head:
I see glass leaves
through a cylinder of water
[look through water]
those leaves shaped like cellos
though they be harmonicas
Eflustrans, or
Meschara
beaked windows
to look out upon
the rushing bay
and rays
to bracket the thing
in fierce and primal
nudi-rostrum
ars unum via una
earth itself an apothegm
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Truculent Dairy Moth
black mushroom scarecrow
ideogram of broken bottles
hover and reassemble
into misery-chord-confusion
history of fiat motorcars
a german soldier discovers
a ringworm in a singing round
phizz
too fast
phizz fissile
fusion
I bring the mass
out from the cave
and I deposit its
mass in a mass grave
but is a lump
ever a graven image?
ptah.
ptah the lump,
and the lumpen mass remain,
beyond transfiguration
into ecstatic form
into symphophantinic musculatour
instead
rumply hat
dave with a biscuit in a car
and this totally bizarre form of ruminations
politic
as cow stomach
and stomach as heart
to pump the blood
lots of clothes on tv
and everybody knows
mandarin robots gingerly snip
the ribbons of fair faite fouly
you sir
are in a conspiracy
a teeming packed with teeming
a doubled teaming
mulish ginger
your faun root delving
to deep gemstone blood
your high peak hat of geode
to release the sparkling meat foam
gorgon snake spray nozzles
you plug the head in a pipe and stroke it in
cleaning out the sizing
so we can begin
to fabricate
more fiberglass
and glands of fibbing
ideogram of broken bottles
hover and reassemble
into misery-chord-confusion
history of fiat motorcars
a german soldier discovers
a ringworm in a singing round
phizz
too fast
phizz fissile
fusion
I bring the mass
out from the cave
and I deposit its
mass in a mass grave
but is a lump
ever a graven image?
ptah.
ptah the lump,
and the lumpen mass remain,
beyond transfiguration
into ecstatic form
into symphophantinic musculatour
instead
rumply hat
dave with a biscuit in a car
and this totally bizarre form of ruminations
politic
as cow stomach
and stomach as heart
to pump the blood
lots of clothes on tv
and everybody knows
mandarin robots gingerly snip
the ribbons of fair faite fouly
you sir
are in a conspiracy
a teeming packed with teeming
a doubled teaming
mulish ginger
your faun root delving
to deep gemstone blood
your high peak hat of geode
to release the sparkling meat foam
gorgon snake spray nozzles
you plug the head in a pipe and stroke it in
cleaning out the sizing
so we can begin
to fabricate
more fiberglass
and glands of fibbing
Carom For Sad Cartel House
their fleece pulled to flange in a tree stall
high over golden salamander heads and broken
into star shaped breads to even the eel mortars
brackish lyre fetish bing crosby hologram
come mysteriously from old garage
on toes like floured lithops
in panty hose stuffed with
bill cosby heads
prangue
gear ratio unknown and aztec village dwarf
dear skin stamps on letters of tall gilt salmonid
these cone ladders of antlers reaching up to
harems of interwinking yaroow and quardeela
patio door like spider head
with rotating monocles
on bisecting axles
5 nude girls in a hogshead with the letter R
and a hovering luminous hand of water
get thee behind me hetman of dread lox
your armadillo boots sit muddy in the shower
go out glassy not classy
cellophane flag bar we courted
Bernie Madoff replacing the California bear
to a laundress of watercress in a medieval village
cropping pictures of picturesque crops
hard purple indian corn Orville and Wilbur
Rickenbacher red and bare
like Republican Krishna Romulan rebuses
white hair helmet
cryptozeulogy
my cat is now blind
and the blind lore of flying saucers
does not comfort
Red Baron Orville Rikkenbacher
whose propeller of elephant trunks
makes a sound like wet socks
slapping on an ass-like rock
Dhobi Gillis wide-mouthed
piano bull
dried spice from a hose
to decorate the poop deck
with a crass and alien fungus
smelling your loft born fingerlings
through shamrock shaped bubble net masks
sad she goes silent into darkness
and I do not know why she goes
in blindness she seeks the blind
high over golden salamander heads and broken
into star shaped breads to even the eel mortars
brackish lyre fetish bing crosby hologram
come mysteriously from old garage
on toes like floured lithops
in panty hose stuffed with
bill cosby heads
prangue
gear ratio unknown and aztec village dwarf
dear skin stamps on letters of tall gilt salmonid
these cone ladders of antlers reaching up to
harems of interwinking yaroow and quardeela
patio door like spider head
with rotating monocles
on bisecting axles
5 nude girls in a hogshead with the letter R
and a hovering luminous hand of water
get thee behind me hetman of dread lox
your armadillo boots sit muddy in the shower
go out glassy not classy
cellophane flag bar we courted
Bernie Madoff replacing the California bear
to a laundress of watercress in a medieval village
cropping pictures of picturesque crops
hard purple indian corn Orville and Wilbur
Rickenbacher red and bare
like Republican Krishna Romulan rebuses
white hair helmet
cryptozeulogy
my cat is now blind
and the blind lore of flying saucers
does not comfort
Red Baron Orville Rikkenbacher
whose propeller of elephant trunks
makes a sound like wet socks
slapping on an ass-like rock
Dhobi Gillis wide-mouthed
piano bull
dried spice from a hose
to decorate the poop deck
with a crass and alien fungus
smelling your loft born fingerlings
through shamrock shaped bubble net masks
sad she goes silent into darkness
and I do not know why she goes
in blindness she seeks the blind
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Deep Penetration of the Random
بينما (law of randomness)
إمشي
إمشي
بينما أنا أمشي إذ سمعت صوتا
As I was walking, I suddenly heard a voice
سمعت صوتا وأنا أمشي
I heard a voice while I was walking
A sentence with بينما has a condition-and-consequence sense to it.
As I was rushing headlong into chaos, I ssshouldenly head its voist!
[a. OF. randon (rendon, etc.), f. randir to run fast, gallop. The change of final -n to -m is independent of the very rare OF. form random: cf. ransom.]
A. n. I. †1. a. Impetuosity, great speed, force, or violence (in riding, running, striking, etc.); chiefly in phr. with (or in) great randon (= OF. de or a grant randon). Also, with a, an impetuous rush, a rapid headlong course; chiefly in phr. in (on, or with) a randon (= OF. en un randon); hence Sc. a straight course, direct line. Obs.
In common use from c1300 to the early part of the 16th c.
c1305 Land Cokayne 132 in E.E.P. (1862) 159 Þe monkes liŠtiþ noŠt adun. Ac furre fleeþ in o randun. 1375 Barbour Bruce v. 632 He+Raucht him sic rout in randoun richt. c1450 Merlin vii. 118 Than thei+ronnen a-gein hym with as grete raundon as their horse myght hem bere. c1477 Caxton Jason 57 The ship+hurtlyd again the ground in suche a random and force that hit was all to broken. 1513 Douglas Æneis i. vi. 149 Behald tuelf swannis in randoun glaid and fair [L. ordine longo]. 1523 Ld. Berners Froiss. I. clvii. 191 The frenchmen+came on them with great randon, their speares in their restes. 1594 2nd Rep. Dr. Faustus in Thoms Prose Rom. (1858) III. 396 Two great waves+meeting together by long randome. 1600 Holland Livy vii. xxiv. 265 The barbarous people+fled in this randon beyond their tents. 1611 Speed Hist. Gt. Brit. ix. xx. (1632) 964 The Kings vantgard+giuing in among them with full randon, slew first such Captaines as resisted. 1889 ‘Mark Twain’ Conn. Yankee xv. 180 Two knights came together with great random.
Randon Violence as Pleonam(sic) Phrase?
1594 2nd Rep. Dr. Faustus in Thoms Prose Rom. (1858) III. 396 Two great waves+meeting together by long randome.
Running under the sky blue dome, a hurtling, a physical violence, valence
violence
valence
volent
[a. L. volent-, volens, pres. pple. of velle to will, wish, desire.]
A. adj. Exercising, or capable of exercising, will or choice in respect of one's conduct or course of action.
1654 Vilvain Theol. Treat. ii. 47 They say the appetit confined to good is volent, and therefore free. 1686 [see volency]. 1701 Norris Ideal World i. vi. 358 Nor do they [sc. eternal truths] depend upon the mind of God as decretory or volent,+but only+as intelligible or exhibitive. 1849 J. Wilson in Blackw. Mag. LXVI. 388, I leave the body to moulder, and I go sentient, volent, intelligent, whithersoever I am called.
†B. n. One who freely chooses or determines the course of action which he follows. Obs. rare.
1768 Tucker Lt. Nat. (1834) I. 552 Upon this supposition man is a free agent, and a free volent. [See also volency.]
"Randon Volency"
Ran Don Valencia onward to ward the Anaesthesis
in his how.
vold
Volden.
Fold.
Ramdom folds in the Earth of Emmanency (E=mc)
1. a. The surface of the earth; the ground. b. Dry land; the earth, as the dwelling-place of man. in, on, upon fold: on the earth; often as a mere expletive.
Here to go. come. Imshi. Anaesthetic. Random.
Here to go. come. Imshi. Anaesthetic. Random.
a°rhgri|
Sometimes it takes awhile for my own word machinery to catch up with the image stream I receive, and by that I mean often an image is slightly precognitive in unpredictable ways. Recently, I saw, or had the idea to paint an elaborate stage scene, a scene painted from the view of the audience, and one in which the actors were made to look small amid the machinery of the theatre architecture. Moreover, the image was from a very specific angle, far left, so that the jut of the stage out beyond the proscenium would be part of the subject.
But it is the relation of prose to proscenium to process that yokes my attention this morning, and the fact that there is a deep message or revealing that occurs when considering the notion of framing as a structural 'set-up'
that falls into the back-ground, and must fall into the background if the supposed action is to occur. The proscenium is a silent set of presuppositions which the spectator is forced to consume like a weird gangly apparatus, a dental apparat awkwardly erected in some uncomfortable section of the skull, and the action of any given event on stage, both the surgery and the anaesthesia, and that curious turn itself, the notion of
anaesthesis.
In the OED it gives 10 separate senses of an- the prefix, and many of them contain contradictory senses within the same sense conjoined by an abstraction focused on some version of formal directionality,
for instance in an-1, the OED gives against, towards, in return for
against aesthesis
towards aesthesis
in return for aesthesis
All of this begins to smack of a collapsing (clap-sing) into absolute semiosis, and therefore for any sensible action to be performed this machinery of framing must be present though its monumental provisionality is everywhere present. In monumentality (monomentality?) isn't there a presence of violence?
Is prose more violent than poesis? Is the framing out of the narrative proscenium different?
I would say not. There is no difference in prose and poesy in the sense that they both pose
as actors on a stage where the copula is the proscenium or framing mechanism.
An-3's sense is given as one, making death, or perhaps unconsciousness (unfeelingness) the ultimate paradigm for singularity.
Anaesthesis, One Aesthesis
On Is-Thesis
that Is-thesis being the syntaxial plane of Immanence
$ wave-particle duality
E=mc squared becoming paradoxically
the common arabic command to children
IMSHI
move on!
come here!
all contradictions reside within the continuum of syntaxial movement
Socrates and bound statues, Contrapposto and the I Ching
the still lotus, an infinite changing
The jellybean
like a brain composed of a hundred billion cobras
all readying to strike
and that strike
a single drop of milk
how thin to veil
perception
But it is the relation of prose to proscenium to process that yokes my attention this morning, and the fact that there is a deep message or revealing that occurs when considering the notion of framing as a structural 'set-up'
that falls into the back-ground, and must fall into the background if the supposed action is to occur. The proscenium is a silent set of presuppositions which the spectator is forced to consume like a weird gangly apparatus, a dental apparat awkwardly erected in some uncomfortable section of the skull, and the action of any given event on stage, both the surgery and the anaesthesia, and that curious turn itself, the notion of
anaesthesis.
In the OED it gives 10 separate senses of an- the prefix, and many of them contain contradictory senses within the same sense conjoined by an abstraction focused on some version of formal directionality,
for instance in an-1, the OED gives against, towards, in return for
against aesthesis
towards aesthesis
in return for aesthesis
All of this begins to smack of a collapsing (clap-sing) into absolute semiosis, and therefore for any sensible action to be performed this machinery of framing must be present though its monumental provisionality is everywhere present. In monumentality (monomentality?) isn't there a presence of violence?
Is prose more violent than poesis? Is the framing out of the narrative proscenium different?
I would say not. There is no difference in prose and poesy in the sense that they both pose
as actors on a stage where the copula is the proscenium or framing mechanism.
An-3's sense is given as one, making death, or perhaps unconsciousness (unfeelingness) the ultimate paradigm for singularity.
Anaesthesis, One Aesthesis
On Is-Thesis
that Is-thesis being the syntaxial plane of Immanence
$ wave-particle duality
E=mc squared becoming paradoxically
the common arabic command to children
IMSHI
move on!
come here!
all contradictions reside within the continuum of syntaxial movement
Socrates and bound statues, Contrapposto and the I Ching
the still lotus, an infinite changing
The jellybean
like a brain composed of a hundred billion cobras
all readying to strike
and that strike
a single drop of milk
how thin to veil
perception
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Gorgum Fully, The Urgent Still Verse Enfill
peaked rose and
bright grogrum
art as fretting
salsatura
peaked rose
now close up
to its dew
and explode
the petals into view
rum silk
and mud
and freckles
of an orange color
and the black head thinking
thinking still
its inner spume
an argent room
whose form itself
remain a shimmering
and space
contract
or blossom
bloom
clean silver
all consumed
peaked rose
or argent spume
in any clothes
or room
must stylus stalk
the prick of instance
hound-like
senting sergeant
with azure horns
with azure horns
serene black lion
singing
head
fed on argent
plume
or transparent horns
the art consume
peaked rose
its dew a venom of gold
retold
in view
bright grogrum
art as fretting
salsatura
peaked rose
now close up
to its dew
and explode
the petals into view
rum silk
and mud
and freckles
of an orange color
and the black head thinking
thinking still
its inner spume
an argent room
whose form itself
remain a shimmering
and space
contract
or blossom
bloom
clean silver
all consumed
peaked rose
or argent spume
in any clothes
or room
must stylus stalk
the prick of instance
hound-like
senting sergeant
with azure horns
with azure horns
serene black lion
singing
head
fed on argent
plume
or transparent horns
the art consume
peaked rose
its dew a venom of gold
retold
in view
Priceline.com
the cat has its own red,
and modernist chair, and in the
intervening kosmon, parents fed,
their pet dog. the imaginary
or foetal feudal casings,
whole shrimp cast up
by the ogre
like blue thumbs of flint
both mania and whatever dugs
they pill the minds with
walls their young make a grotto with
and south Lamar
in the 1920's he'd ride his own horse
down to Barton Springs to swim,
and we, the inheritors
of a vast hot wind
we moved swiftly through that plain
joints and jetties and damnit
mother script congress
imbue
they stand up and ride surf boards in the river
like gondolas
long pole water walking stick
and the heat is unbearable
tragic
lost neanderthal radio
dorsal umbilical train
at work in the bodies of a simple monarchy of flies
and sandwiches
solvent
tartanas
the slime
at the feet of its seven stars
white flashes if long degraded
ibis
over
staunch heron
the paragraph knuckles
of green scrub land
the grey and orphan file
file no name in java
for a blacksmith
we look and marvel
slow and touching
the chemistry
its head flavor standard
rared
there the doubled snake skin hangs
among the charged yolk
of cast-off junk and furnitures
fury over gone in glow
cold waters we sneak in
eyes slitted between the rampant
hanging bodies
we dip
and roast
and admire the lucre
of the hushing oak
swag knob of a land
skintilla
for cheery
its dash on
wile
and modernist chair, and in the
intervening kosmon, parents fed,
their pet dog. the imaginary
or foetal feudal casings,
whole shrimp cast up
by the ogre
like blue thumbs of flint
both mania and whatever dugs
they pill the minds with
walls their young make a grotto with
and south Lamar
in the 1920's he'd ride his own horse
down to Barton Springs to swim,
and we, the inheritors
of a vast hot wind
we moved swiftly through that plain
joints and jetties and damnit
mother script congress
imbue
they stand up and ride surf boards in the river
like gondolas
long pole water walking stick
and the heat is unbearable
tragic
lost neanderthal radio
dorsal umbilical train
at work in the bodies of a simple monarchy of flies
and sandwiches
solvent
tartanas
the slime
at the feet of its seven stars
white flashes if long degraded
ibis
over
staunch heron
the paragraph knuckles
of green scrub land
the grey and orphan file
file no name in java
for a blacksmith
we look and marvel
slow and touching
the chemistry
its head flavor standard
rared
there the doubled snake skin hangs
among the charged yolk
of cast-off junk and furnitures
fury over gone in glow
cold waters we sneak in
eyes slitted between the rampant
hanging bodies
we dip
and roast
and admire the lucre
of the hushing oak
swag knob of a land
skintilla
for cheery
its dash on
wile
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Consul Veneto Sealing Up His Fondego
Trace amounts of care
infinite yards
and gardens
safety industrial wearable
too fond to care
on classical dentistry's
dianetic sin cyrene
abashed all molarity
corrupt to crash its party
thomas hardy
garment only meant
sign ceremonial
final nectarine
final curse:
Centurion, how for did you
ever fail to follow
this gelded coenosarc?
How forever did you glean
the humming of its universal
nectopod, nectar, to chastise
the ribald and the meek, how
absurd was that Anabupkissed Aurifaber,
who understanding this text
Nicodemically
stirreth up the people
to carry themselves childishly,
as buprestidan fulmaria..
infinite yards
and gardens
safety industrial wearable
too fond to care
on classical dentistry's
dianetic sin cyrene
abashed all molarity
corrupt to crash its party
thomas hardy
garment only meant
sign ceremonial
final nectarine
final curse:
Centurion, how for did you
ever fail to follow
this gelded coenosarc?
How forever did you glean
the humming of its universal
nectopod, nectar, to chastise
the ribald and the meek, how
absurd was that Anabupkissed Aurifaber,
who understanding this text
Nicodemically
stirreth up the people
to carry themselves childishly,
as buprestidan fulmaria..
Rubbing Tyranny's Other
lyrical
abstraction
redaction
depression
truck
delivery
gross
we why
in puzzle box map
center
everything
totally centered
for heavy
omnivalve
portcullis
accidentally removes head
body falls away
into dancing smoke
the native drums pick up
tempo
the camera accelerates
the purple ice cave
opens out into throbbing jungle
wooden exoskeletons
with window paper
hover through magnificent
indigo flower
fog
dog of sap towering
swarm bull
pupa
green cone
green cone berry
abstraction
redaction
depression
truck
delivery
gross
we why
in puzzle box map
center
everything
totally centered
for heavy
omnivalve
portcullis
accidentally removes head
body falls away
into dancing smoke
the native drums pick up
tempo
the camera accelerates
the purple ice cave
opens out into throbbing jungle
wooden exoskeletons
with window paper
hover through magnificent
indigo flower
fog
dog of sap towering
swarm bull
pupa
green cone
green cone berry
I Took The Pistol From Its Periwinkle Akapagroove.
softly the mist
is strangling my head
and softly the brick
is crushing
courting throbs
of quickening questions
head shrunk now
sound more heavy with sand
hot testicle breath
combs solvent cicero
a needle wasp's
fortuna olmudande'
thrumming
and sits up in bed
worn tiger ivory paper
its wadded silk domain
unrustling insect chrome
to the washerwoman's sweat scented
back slung guitara
let it roam
dark incandescent ovals
asleep in Poseidon's brow
long sleek ship like eye brow
cutting spider bird letters rising before
their smoke cloned other
hush after a beating
tender leaf
walm clungdstpioll
while I am softer clay
impregnated
with flowers
is strangling my head
and softly the brick
is crushing
courting throbs
of quickening questions
head shrunk now
sound more heavy with sand
hot testicle breath
combs solvent cicero
a needle wasp's
fortuna olmudande'
thrumming
and sits up in bed
worn tiger ivory paper
its wadded silk domain
unrustling insect chrome
to the washerwoman's sweat scented
back slung guitara
let it roam
dark incandescent ovals
asleep in Poseidon's brow
long sleek ship like eye brow
cutting spider bird letters rising before
their smoke cloned other
hush after a beating
tender leaf
walm clungdstpioll
while I am softer clay
impregnated
with flowers
Faun Du Lac (Iron Snowflake Wounding)
schitzophrenia sucks
your nipple to a frog's ear
teardrop tympanum
clitellum earth word sock
we exchange pariah gate folding techniques
look around
inside the garage
for answers
to mythology
a painting
of day-glow eskimo
somehow the walrus head facing you
gives upright tusks for steering wheel
bunny buddha tusk
desk
theory of the myth of the pumpkin scratcher
connecticut gets mentioned twice accidentally
Emmanuel Frémiet
Gorilla Carrying off a Woman
1887
The larger the mush stash
the more delicate
the chelicerae oil lamp
hovering bobbily
mini loop flame frame mandala ala scop-cheer
(skull-ptah-houris)
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Din.
miami reptile dealer
big boob cookie jar
with puffy plushy nipple lid
soylent green for jeep ride
more of your gross
unending features
this dead parrot
i nailed to your head
is singing
'if I kill you again'
it's a big latin reptile dance
song
coffee cup
has a face at the bottom
more of your gross
unending features
surah hogon myrrha mora
give me a thousand dollars
lovely jeweled beetle
in your camera lens
looks like a tiled cigar
moroccan indian corn
big boob cookie jar
with puffy plushy nipple lid
soylent green for jeep ride
more of your gross
unending features
this dead parrot
i nailed to your head
is singing
'if I kill you again'
it's a big latin reptile dance
song
coffee cup
has a face at the bottom
more of your gross
unending features
surah hogon myrrha mora
give me a thousand dollars
lovely jeweled beetle
in your camera lens
looks like a tiled cigar
moroccan indian corn
Printer Sounds
the maniac girls
the maniac girls
the maniac girls
the maniac girls
the maniac girls
the maniac girls
the maniac girls
the maniac girls
the maniac girls
the maniac girls
the maniac girls
the maniac girlsthe maniac girls
the maniac girlsthe maniac girls
the maniac pearlsthe maniac pearls
the maniac pearlsthe maniac pearls
the maniac pearls
the maniac pearls
the maniac pearls
the maniac pearls
the maniac pearls
the maniac pearls
the maniac pearls
the maniac pearls
the maniac pearls
the maniac pearls
the maniac pearls
the maniac pearls
the maniac pearls
femaniac
thames
ainiac
the grainy unfurls
the grainy unfurls
the grainy unfurls
the grainy unfurls
the grainy unfurls
the grainy unfurls
the grainy unfurls
the grainy unfurls
the grainy unfurls
the grainy unfurls
grainy
mani
ac
the grainy ass birds
the grainy ass birds
the grainy ass birds
the grainy ass birds
the grainy ass birds
the grainy ass
the
maniac
burl
the maniac girls
the maniac girls
the maniac girls
the maniac girls
the maniac girls
the maniac girls
the maniac girls
the maniac girls
the maniac girls
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Tuesday, June 14, 2011
They Call ME The Midnight Moses!
By the Sensational Alex Harvey Band voted fifth greatest Scottish band of all time!
I Cannot Seek You In More Batter Than Baal
tiki tiki yum yum
tiki tiki yum yum
firehydrant buoys
firehydrant buoys
fonzie action figure gorilla food
you can smell the hot dog launchers
from high in the Hudson River Valley
fall colored hotdogs
deep green hot dogs
wild tickler fantasy hotdogs
moving the speed of sound
just above the water's surface
toward the birthday cake of Narvalone
Charles Nelson Reilly as a military minded bugaboo
A Martian robot raises the lace panty flag
at a lifeless menhir
left by whatever means necessary
for telescopic psyllocyberds
leg of a dark nerd
severed
hooked up to a cell phone
making ones and zeroes
l or L
His head opened up like an alien egg pod
pop goes the spider weasel!
laying out high-speed anal string cheese is a signal
especially to a milk cow in a moomoo
HOWDY!
look over here, it's the karmic version of wheel of fortune
pat trungpa sajak dresses like a yeti
call him hairy tomato hotrod
we can read the wheel
we can't feel the sanskrit branding iron
we're too damn high on sky blue cockroach on ice cream jogging track
toothpaste to block the nostrils
eyeballs to plug the canon
silver mucous in a spray can
gets me wedded every time
to elongated koala pinata
making banana knife noises
his helicopter is really a hooka
for koala, lace apnea, desert
or recordings made on foil
the birth canal is dark green
and out come the naked platypus zeppelins
with plucked chicken chassis
those flippers
are for real
Many zenith to borrow or bother
in the great deep beard of prehensile
pinata noses
Day Job Orchestra Refrains
said hand to cuff congee
and neck to collar congelare
sleep
sleep
O Frisket of gingerbread bathroom
O Frisket
O Frisket
pink honey-combed handcuffs kiss your slippers
kiss your slippers more gently than apple juice couplets
and when surfing, or fisting apple juice cutlets
become aware of Congemination
or Epizeuxis..
Todd: Zoinxis?
Coinage coexists.
Breek friable pantaloon liner's heavy licorice battle phase disoder.
I broke a fish into gleaming green toenail head-shield antenna.
How many times could I do that before you count to thirty?
One long finger reaches the moon in a baroque banana with Bowser of Shahnahnah.
Iraq. Iran.
Play Pool.
Give daughters riding ivory naked on camera.
That's what I like. Thanks you you, squirrels need no livers
to hold massive coinage.
Let's sleep in brisket coves with red booby pirates and mystery jambox brands of the 80's.
Camp out with leaky congelations.
You could see River Phoenix on Rodeo Drive like Stalin in Moscow,
Only his sky blue penis had a peacock tail of corncob pipes peeping in on
Alice Cooper the Goon.
That's fried haddock in a hillbunny's coterie squash. It's stuffed in there.
Mind my panty waste gumbo?
Should even frills come to disoder without its several bleeking missin's.
I bin missin.
We obtained its solid by congelation.
Heavy lice get folded into the batter.
I have shoes made from parts of the dead reef cutters.
You can save pants in a jar,
with butter from old cans.
I've started to stir the pot,
and now an opossum is milking gravy nipples outward to space.
Letter are hamstrung vehicles for whatever, yahhk.
Let them think about it in their navel car, while carrion softens to jello.
I can sing opera through a woody horn any day.
Heave a dark nipple frisbee into his Whitehouse Replica
floating down the Mississippi. Tom Thumb Sawyer Meets With Rat Fink
for a blowhole fucking all toward Mecca with Electronics.
Give it rayon!
My teeth have rayon pantyhose.
It's a prophylactic angel, thin sugary lips
take on the nearly non-existent penis.
That's how Las Vegas looks when you're dead.
A cuttle fish variety show. Let's get into bed with cream corn and seals.
I have a big green toe instead of a cock,
and you have one instead of a head
and nipples. We're Mexico for every average
congelation of goats, frogs and uncanny freedom fighter.
Put your skin back on, little Tony.
Said B. Googe to Isobelle Gowdy:
Hare's Bach Husband loooooks upon Bruel's praxis, urrfgul,
We cheat at cheese checkers with Radar on MASH.
Hot Lips
bang my suture.
Did you sleep in chocolate and Tomatoes?
I like a movie where they mix blood powders into applejuice.
Whorf's Hypothesis shows
That Snow White Played by Darwin
gets banged by many clones of Witch-Dwarf
while hare slowly roasts.
You need iron tits to climb the matterhorn.
Big Deal.
Cotton Shirts end up loosely gathering horses.
and neck to collar congelare
sleep
sleep
O Frisket of gingerbread bathroom
O Frisket
O Frisket
pink honey-combed handcuffs kiss your slippers
kiss your slippers more gently than apple juice couplets
and when surfing, or fisting apple juice cutlets
become aware of Congemination
or Epizeuxis..
Todd: Zoinxis?
Coinage coexists.
Breek friable pantaloon liner's heavy licorice battle phase disoder.
I broke a fish into gleaming green toenail head-shield antenna.
How many times could I do that before you count to thirty?
One long finger reaches the moon in a baroque banana with Bowser of Shahnahnah.
Iraq. Iran.
Play Pool.
Give daughters riding ivory naked on camera.
That's what I like. Thanks you you, squirrels need no livers
to hold massive coinage.
Let's sleep in brisket coves with red booby pirates and mystery jambox brands of the 80's.
Camp out with leaky congelations.
You could see River Phoenix on Rodeo Drive like Stalin in Moscow,
Only his sky blue penis had a peacock tail of corncob pipes peeping in on
Alice Cooper the Goon.
That's fried haddock in a hillbunny's coterie squash. It's stuffed in there.
Mind my panty waste gumbo?
Should even frills come to disoder without its several bleeking missin's.
I bin missin.
We obtained its solid by congelation.
Heavy lice get folded into the batter.
I have shoes made from parts of the dead reef cutters.
You can save pants in a jar,
with butter from old cans.
I've started to stir the pot,
and now an opossum is milking gravy nipples outward to space.
Letter are hamstrung vehicles for whatever, yahhk.
Let them think about it in their navel car, while carrion softens to jello.
I can sing opera through a woody horn any day.
Heave a dark nipple frisbee into his Whitehouse Replica
floating down the Mississippi. Tom Thumb Sawyer Meets With Rat Fink
for a blowhole fucking all toward Mecca with Electronics.
Give it rayon!
My teeth have rayon pantyhose.
It's a prophylactic angel, thin sugary lips
take on the nearly non-existent penis.
That's how Las Vegas looks when you're dead.
A cuttle fish variety show. Let's get into bed with cream corn and seals.
I have a big green toe instead of a cock,
and you have one instead of a head
and nipples. We're Mexico for every average
congelation of goats, frogs and uncanny freedom fighter.
Put your skin back on, little Tony.
Said B. Googe to Isobelle Gowdy:
Hare's Bach Husband loooooks upon Bruel's praxis, urrfgul,
We cheat at cheese checkers with Radar on MASH.
Hot Lips
bang my suture.
Did you sleep in chocolate and Tomatoes?
I like a movie where they mix blood powders into applejuice.
Whorf's Hypothesis shows
That Snow White Played by Darwin
gets banged by many clones of Witch-Dwarf
while hare slowly roasts.
You need iron tits to climb the matterhorn.
Big Deal.
Cotton Shirts end up loosely gathering horses.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Silly Boring Idols.
tiger eggs:
Henri Rousseau
patting the bird's head
from a comfort
beyond the trowel.
Foot cream, anyone?
For those dry, peeling Patchens?
Kafka already had syntaxis in mind
when he gave the parable of the roach,
but this does not mean we look any different,
or feel any different. Most of Kafka is about the
role played by aconceptuality in a world devised
by words.
Aconceptuality also plays a major role
in Carlos Castaneda's philosophy in the character
of the nagual. The tonal is the space opened up to us
with words. The nagual is the actual world.
This is the world of the magician, not the priest,
and not the politician, not the feminist, the man, and not the nazi,
not the friend, or foe, or any designation known.
Syntaxis misinforms us about the boundless disorder
of words. That each act runs on to infinity.
That in the great shell game, it is the luminous orb
itself which always wins, time knowing no poison.
Look in the mirror.
Here is the altar of the great ray.
Henri Rousseau
patting the bird's head
from a comfort
beyond the trowel.
Foot cream, anyone?
For those dry, peeling Patchens?
Kafka already had syntaxis in mind
when he gave the parable of the roach,
but this does not mean we look any different,
or feel any different. Most of Kafka is about the
role played by aconceptuality in a world devised
by words.
Aconceptuality also plays a major role
in Carlos Castaneda's philosophy in the character
of the nagual. The tonal is the space opened up to us
with words. The nagual is the actual world.
This is the world of the magician, not the priest,
and not the politician, not the feminist, the man, and not the nazi,
not the friend, or foe, or any designation known.
Syntaxis misinforms us about the boundless disorder
of words. That each act runs on to infinity.
That in the great shell game, it is the luminous orb
itself which always wins, time knowing no poison.
Look in the mirror.
Here is the altar of the great ray.
Exquisite Garden The Boss Caress.
a hointy-cointy gethirndrop
made holosolography upon the
phoonwashed eminent
pillar perjure these omassitous
fais bundle
thus forcibly created
the butt of the baleful shry
kins neither the horse
nor the asse
but the neyard
whose fiyul leases bort
wherein the lotters
bild up the buld vorten
for boscorific would
made holosolography upon the
phoonwashed eminent
pillar perjure these omassitous
fais bundle
thus forcibly created
the butt of the baleful shry
kins neither the horse
nor the asse
but the neyard
whose fiyul leases bort
wherein the lotters
bild up the buld vorten
for boscorific would
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Choat Make Goat Pearl Boon.
high speed silver pearls
fort frictionlessly from its
transparent umbilical,
its shadow across
the deeply lined faces
of the stone silent
carved onlookers
whose heavy bases
move according to
magnetic grin.
the piranha is lame.
see how it lists on its side,
no ice to column the wound
in the founding of its
tabled windows, and
when we look down
through vinyarded atriums,
what casque buboes rise
to the occasion are both
instrument and vehicle.
the pearl piranha prāṇa
is loosely flowing, and devoutly
floating, blue eggs rumba round
the transparent umbilical hat b-band,
makedly choating.
Le Rayon vert
I am the solstice in harmony with space
whose laurel ladders clever a ribcage room
through a secret wonder and its doom;
my face is already a shroud of touring.
A green ray angles across
the beating hearts
above the plaze, the deft confusion
of summer is never replaced
by the moon's silent pace;
all energy towers above us.
whose laurel ladders clever a ribcage room
through a secret wonder and its doom;
my face is already a shroud of touring.
A green ray angles across
the beating hearts
above the plaze, the deft confusion
of summer is never replaced
by the moon's silent pace;
all energy towers above us.
Friday, June 10, 2011
Where Did the Rhino Go?
Hail the sky blue Rhino! Hail!
Hail! Hail! Hail! Hail! Hail! Hail!
Hail! Hail! Hail! Hail! Hail! Hail!
Hail! Hail! Hail! Hail! Hail! Hail!
Wandering Jew, Ulysses, Ishmael, Ahab, Bohemeth,
Ancient Mariner, and Don Quixote, Melmoth
but not a witch in the bunch?
From the navel of all things, a witch sets them running,
and they chooch and chooch until the moochings done,
and there beside moss dappled ruins is the thing hid,
the omphalos bucket boiling, and then being skimmed,
piles of weird skins sit smoking
in the nameless night meadow.
Gorgeous, the beast exeults, quivering, all asweat,
tingling, erocere.
tiny horns of green fire project out like erect nipples from the pupils
of the eyes, the actual nipples below
deeply transformed
into hyperjelly
their texture like a dimension to itself
wet, pliable, transfixing
all thought
the beatitude
of the beaming waters
the puncta
of suck:
[ANTHOMYIE, MOSILLE, SCATHOPHAGE, THYREOPHORE, SPHAEROCERE][...]
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Les Articles indéfinis
They harbor pearls,
orange sea snails, striped
sea snakes moving through
oozing puddles of luminous oil,
decadence.
In the wind, they stand up idols,
kinetic forms whose names are the
sounds produced by harnessing,
and they harbor no malice to living things,
but produce music to delight
any living being.
What to be sought?
What to be garnered?
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Hashoo
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them either heether
noo.
orange sea snails, striped
sea snakes moving through
oozing puddles of luminous oil,
decadence.
In the wind, they stand up idols,
kinetic forms whose names are the
sounds produced by harnessing,
and they harbor no malice to living things,
but produce music to delight
any living being.
What to be sought?
What to be garnered?
Is there traffic under heavy gems,
nudes catapulting in bolts of opalescent
phlegm?
Perfect
Harmony
Loosed
Finely
Exacts
Connected
Thoughts.
My green eep, a leaf between the lips,
the rrrrnnnnn misu of the frustrate.
Hashoo
planet to warl,
good canta lope
them either heether
noo.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
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in the cross fire of the oblique opaque
knowledging of sequence, rhetorica come
rhetor, the rote ethos of primordia, its
uncoming and beautiful bone of contention,
the taut art of carrying. As ears loosen,
lūcēre, the odd animal convolvulust aka lucre,
as invagination's greater, lesser half, nation
con-sieving notionality. Bright, shining,
luminous, resplendent.
Now. Chiefly. Poetic.
Irro. Eiro. Arrow.
Cupidity whose William Tel
gives such secret peer amid
the lethelings [...]
and conception, morphology. Mind caught
in the cross fire of the oblique opaque
knowledging of sequence, rhetorica come
rhetor, the rote ethos of primordia, its
uncoming and beautiful bone of contention,
the taut art of carrying. As ears loosen,
lūcēre, the odd animal convolvulust aka lucre,
as invagination's greater, lesser half, nation
con-sieving notionality. Bright, shining,
luminous, resplendent.
Now. Chiefly. Poetic.
Irro. Eiro. Arrow.
Cupidity whose William Tel
gives such secret peer amid
the lethelings [...]
Driving Crash-Test Dummies Back to Miss Daisy's Rodeo Ship.
whole grouper fish suspended in a wall of pale blue butter
and only the thinnest pearlescent descant of said oleo
between the scales and the refrigerated air
of 'room possible' in its flighty role as
'the rovery proposed by any form'
a bifurcated wire
enters a horizontal conduit
which pierces both eye sockets of any of the grouper
and supports a hanging lantern whose bulb
is a stylized dangling banana
like a skull with the face-plate removed
and the universal stamen (daimon)
allowed to tip out like a cyclopic horn
not yet assuming the vertical terminus
of its rotational ascent
the irronic
psy-cl-optic
hirn, or hearin'
as if the rememory of names had produced
a thin circus of written defeats (ahem) like
"The Origin of Consciousness in the Breakdown of the Bicameral Mind"
which I originally took down from the shelf of a professional
architectural "renderer"
in the open company
of a large Abstract Expressionist work whose name I do not remember
but whose face I can never forget
forest green effluvium ala Humbaba
enlightened by luminous floating cubes
In the forest
Neanderthals crouch stitching skins around a fire
when perfect cubes of white light descend
and the angels of programmable mercury debarque
Vimana-style:
"The Brain sits like a grouper in a luminous cube of pale blue butter.."
"Hoseanna Oleo in the Highest"
The good old boys ride out, thin grey aliens plastered to their temples
like bags of crete,
smple
s*lid
holeo.
Urmheinlicht.
Dark Onyx Keys
slide into the basil orders
of solemn tough.
Oregano pollen
refigured
as camera chassis.
lens.
fulcrum.
concrete abstraction
of illuminated copula.
"mom..."
Monday, June 6, 2011
Morcheeba Band Interviews
spiral staircases might go up inside the curtain columns of the hanging textile faux parthenon
but not many viewers did, the big spot-lights underneath made the metal stairs hot, and when
the lights changed color it made you feel like you were doing bad strychnine bathtub acid
at a cheap trick concert in a small town air force base's officer bar, and someone had set your
crewcut on fire with flaming aqua velva, not viva.
if anybody had got to the top of the columns there was a supercooled breeze up there
and a secret view down into the 'love pit' where swinging beds on chains filled up the naos
like the hovering comatose did in coma. you'd think things like, "with polygamy or polyandry,
we could make more money.." "why would a global superpower ever send soldiers, when it
could just bomb a country, then ignore them, and then enjoy the roman-like splendor of war
being akin to tele-couch-grape-rolling over snidely. the laureled caesar saying something like,
"oh bomb the little wig-makers, i'll keep all the boys for myself, period.."
but nobody goes up there. some people are milling by the bar, and there is a dead rat which is actually smoking. the city around the museum looks like a pile of cardboard boxes someone kicked. just a bunch of boxes laying around and people moving in and out of them for no particular reason, "organic fuelling patterns"
one thinks hopefully.
It is the stern VIVA, or vive, or Veve.
It is that.
And yet, it is infinite silence, played out
on an eternal stage.
The Parthenon hovers like a theatre curtain, or "theature"
It is the crimson velvet dread
that Zeus is a helium balloon
that looks like a caffeine molecule
you take rides on
out over the city
and smoke a joint with a girl named
Eesa
who smells like fresh
shoe polish
like from a shoe shine box.
but not many viewers did, the big spot-lights underneath made the metal stairs hot, and when
the lights changed color it made you feel like you were doing bad strychnine bathtub acid
at a cheap trick concert in a small town air force base's officer bar, and someone had set your
crewcut on fire with flaming aqua velva, not viva.
if anybody had got to the top of the columns there was a supercooled breeze up there
and a secret view down into the 'love pit' where swinging beds on chains filled up the naos
like the hovering comatose did in coma. you'd think things like, "with polygamy or polyandry,
we could make more money.." "why would a global superpower ever send soldiers, when it
could just bomb a country, then ignore them, and then enjoy the roman-like splendor of war
being akin to tele-couch-grape-rolling over snidely. the laureled caesar saying something like,
"oh bomb the little wig-makers, i'll keep all the boys for myself, period.."
but nobody goes up there. some people are milling by the bar, and there is a dead rat which is actually smoking. the city around the museum looks like a pile of cardboard boxes someone kicked. just a bunch of boxes laying around and people moving in and out of them for no particular reason, "organic fuelling patterns"
one thinks hopefully.
It is the stern VIVA, or vive, or Veve.
It is that.
And yet, it is infinite silence, played out
on an eternal stage.
The Parthenon hovers like a theatre curtain, or "theature"
It is the crimson velvet dread
that Zeus is a helium balloon
that looks like a caffeine molecule
you take rides on
out over the city
and smoke a joint with a girl named
Eesa
who smells like fresh
shoe polish
like from a shoe shine box.
slice / Dawn de Equa-lore...
The first exhibition I saw at Cohn Drennan Contemporary was of Cande Aguilar's, and at the time I remember having thoughts about subtle mixtures, loose combinations, and unlikely bedfellows like Winnie the Pooh and Matisse all smoothed into a canny sauce. So when I heard Cande was curating a show, I was interested to see what he was cooking up. The show is slice (May 21 - July 2, 2011), and features Michael Blair (Denton), Jesus De La Rosa (Kingsville), Jorge Puron (Eagle Pass) and Cande (Brownsville). There is something intriguing about the idea of revisiting abstract expressionism as if it were a sort of mad old imprisoned being whom one might discover accidentally while mining for chickens, or something, ala Monty Python, to find it still raving on in wild solipsist vortexes of private visual syntax somehow befuddled by the advent of pop, and / or, anything less than the existentialist sisyphean melodrama. That Or something might be in evidence here.
If we look at the title piece of the show, Cande Aguilar’s self-titled slice, we can see what is in effect a truly contemporary hybridization of styles which could be called pop expressionism, or abstract pop, or graffito salsa for that matter. The image itself could be a back alley tag figured as a banana split whose smell is a rainbow, and whose cherry-on-top might be Count Dracula in his muscle red armor. This piece signals a fun, happy, associative theme which connects and unites the show. On the other hand, though, Michael Blair’s pieces, like Untitled 3-1, and 2-3 while ostensibly more visually sombre seem to perform almost a bass-line in the show’s overall referential fuzz-box, bringing in things like Duchamp’s Chocolate grinder, Sir Arthur Evans’ Minoan "Horns of Consecration," Mid-Century Modernism, and perhaps a minor keynote for the collective styles of these artists, Albert Oehlen. There seems to be, at least in Blair, some definite arcing to the Neue Wilde movement in Germany. In Jesus De La Rosa’s work Utopia Almost, I found a deep homage to process but a process whose result somehow arcs between director Byron Haskin’s 1964 Robinson Crusoe on Mars and Max Ernst’s epic frottages like The Eye of Silence. All of the works seem chatty in various ways. Jorge Puron’s Sexiest Elevator evokes memory and subtly approaches an abstract landscape through an urban lens which evokes a wryly reflexive subject matter. Are we looking at a painting of a little store front in some anonymous south Texas neighborhood? Is the elevator that penetrates the roof and continues up into the huge unlikely billboard atop its roof somehow akin to the artist’s aspirations? It is an odd, dark question, and it seems to be put to you by a swatch of cloth cut from a hammock. Sexiest Elevator, for me, had a second title, namely black humor siesta. These were, more or less, the kinds of thoughts I had as I looked at the show.
When I asked Michael Blair what he thought, he seemed to feel that there was still a lot of baggage to this kind of painting. I thought to myself, I like an artist who's wary of what he is doing, but for some reason, I wasn't very wary. I immediately embraced the show, and it felt like something closer to Jack Bruce and Ginger Baker jamming, than to clearly defined art-historical categories. I could see sci-fi, and neo-geo, and graffiti, and pop, and just really a sort of free-for all orchestration of materiality that ended up looking like an avatar of the title, namely slice. As if a wide swath of recent art historical styles and precedents, or some of them anyway, and discourses, had been thrown together willy-nilly in a big torta sandwich made like a pie, and then cut in different places to reveal the gooey weird contents. For me, the show ended up being more about savor and sapidity, or sabor, than dry category. And since they say that Painting will never die, then I suppose what the old Ab-Ex Pop-wild monster in the cave was cooking up was edible zombies, Frankenstein confections that wink and snicker and just start talking to you like an old friend...
Dry Brittle Bones Laid on Warm Silk Pillow (Hovering Earthworm Ecstasies)
I am the beef, I am
the Helena Toy~
Rugga Rugga Rugae.
When barley saucers
smooch my luminous green fuzz foam
I give out frisbee
like Papa John Creach
"The Janitor Drives a Cadillac"
and it's made of lavender scented beef-phones,
hand-carved pink coral feet
with big, push-button toenails
and a flip-top heel compartment
full of Babor salve.
James Broughton wears a cowboy hat
whose hatband is a silver Egyptian buzzard
inlaid with turquoise and weirdo
hunks of albino jet (come from YYY Minoan Chess Set)
"Pawns of Snake Rapture"
If Queen Nefertiti had known about it,
she would have made a move
(through halls of urine yellow pillows)
for that Babor salve.
In a pillow the size and shape of a royal barque,
dry skin get relieved
Silk Pharaoh
sucks supple polenta.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Halo: The Action Song 4G
metro judge manga
to found D.C. boat house bar
cum teriyaki hideaway
and then sum
crisp bolo anagram skull
to ascend its nous
the hangman's head
for guillotine
cry dove lone purple prosen
cravalure
caving in to circumspect
stance
metro blowhole
to found Urotsukidoji
sample gymnasium
greco-blonde relation
jerkin
jergen
joergen
william
penn
to tell her that
deep head cleft balancing
each camel their hand signal fate
in auction
manufactured blue
a pace
toward the ruin's slight oranging
in wind beneath
the idol
what idol this conscious become
fame dome
unleavened promise
for terrible star empire countenancing
pale lemon-colored hand
to silk
its brief encounter
a vest of muzzle
now muffled days begin
the schlock omen's character
to signal their deal
behind the camel auctor's
summa
wander crystal vase
to assert fountain desert omphalos
deep tiled cochlea
to do we manga sample
jade pillow rest mummy faux
in grand breast
work pattern sleep clock
slavery
tricked out
for panty hose silver
debase
coin
alien manse value
tidal farad shoe enlargement
who
to ghost its friend
the dark
such tulip overwinded history
a turquoise handled snake knife
to letter
the opening
blade
salvo
judge
manga
innocent
river bed dry now
Russian dead boat
pollution schmoo
corn cob pipe
to brass
corn cob pipe
in grass
to found D.C. boat house bar
cum teriyaki hideaway
and then sum
crisp bolo anagram skull
to ascend its nous
the hangman's head
for guillotine
cry dove lone purple prosen
cravalure
caving in to circumspect
stance
metro blowhole
to found Urotsukidoji
sample gymnasium
greco-blonde relation
jerkin
jergen
joergen
william
penn
to tell her that
deep head cleft balancing
each camel their hand signal fate
in auction
manufactured blue
a pace
toward the ruin's slight oranging
in wind beneath
the idol
what idol this conscious become
fame dome
unleavened promise
for terrible star empire countenancing
pale lemon-colored hand
to silk
its brief encounter
a vest of muzzle
now muffled days begin
the schlock omen's character
to signal their deal
behind the camel auctor's
summa
wander crystal vase
to assert fountain desert omphalos
deep tiled cochlea
to do we manga sample
jade pillow rest mummy faux
in grand breast
work pattern sleep clock
slavery
tricked out
for panty hose silver
debase
coin
alien manse value
tidal farad shoe enlargement
who
to ghost its friend
the dark
such tulip overwinded history
a turquoise handled snake knife
to letter
the opening
blade
salvo
judge
manga
innocent
river bed dry now
Russian dead boat
pollution schmoo
corn cob pipe
to brass
corn cob pipe
in grass
Friday, June 3, 2011
Can't Find My Pocket!
our gloating blood glows long
pooled in the blessed violins of autumn
and around the monstrous corner
comes the languor of a lone monotone
a tout suffocated
under bitter quandaries
lays in the sun for an hour
and like an ancient serviette
abjures plumage
a frail
wheat-colored piano
sits silently in Galveston, Texas
and outside in the rosebushes
an uncertain refrain
a quivering view
a charming queasiness
a shifty shadow
of palm fronds
emu
bugle
to the picket
pooled in the blessed violins of autumn
and around the monstrous corner
comes the languor of a lone monotone
a tout suffocated
under bitter quandaries
lays in the sun for an hour
and like an ancient serviette
abjures plumage
a frail
wheat-colored piano
sits silently in Galveston, Texas
and outside in the rosebushes
an uncertain refrain
a quivering view
a charming queasiness
a shifty shadow
of palm fronds
emu
bugle
to the picket
Max Lederhussy
what will thee, juggernaut?
broom-closet shaped for elephant babyhead
sponges inside the trunk
a graywater missile hovering
look into becoming Kannon
old Ironsides
Beachball in a wheelchair
wearing cartoon vulture pj's
toy tumbleweeds dipped in whisky
wah wah yoni pedal tubby toes
trinkets to come alive with
jappy pandora tickle beard
oh my cross and cavalier shaped sandwich cutters
you make every american state to have no crust
and turkey
every inch covered but the sack
steel thumbnails attack
under tent of heavy purple velvet
sad woman look down
sad man clutch ribs
sad child make hand signals
and a huge dog runs along the beach
a wooden doll house strapped to its
back like a saddle (snail off, Kooey!)
then the giant lenses come rolling
california
modernism
big sheet glass
couch for opulent view
my coast guard
my nude
seeming infraction
he puts a big realistic heart of silly putty
on the wall
we all get a turn at transferring a comic strip
from the newspaper
peg-teeth
can be cigarette lighters
a jawbone
could be Goya's candle hat
every year she wears the same
icing cone brassiere
hollow weened from follow
broom-closet shaped for elephant babyhead
sponges inside the trunk
a graywater missile hovering
look into becoming Kannon
old Ironsides
Beachball in a wheelchair
wearing cartoon vulture pj's
toy tumbleweeds dipped in whisky
wah wah yoni pedal tubby toes
trinkets to come alive with
jappy pandora tickle beard
oh my cross and cavalier shaped sandwich cutters
you make every american state to have no crust
and turkey
every inch covered but the sack
steel thumbnails attack
under tent of heavy purple velvet
sad woman look down
sad man clutch ribs
sad child make hand signals
and a huge dog runs along the beach
a wooden doll house strapped to its
back like a saddle (snail off, Kooey!)
then the giant lenses come rolling
california
modernism
big sheet glass
couch for opulent view
my coast guard
my nude
seeming infraction
he puts a big realistic heart of silly putty
on the wall
we all get a turn at transferring a comic strip
from the newspaper
peg-teeth
can be cigarette lighters
a jawbone
could be Goya's candle hat
every year she wears the same
icing cone brassiere
hollow weened from follow
Enamel Root Console
dab 'fuff-truck'
grain belly bottom feeder
purple feeler rondevue
transvirsethic or venus
sporting a vacuum tube
skull womb
pony carousel inside
wooden ships
starting to explode
then frozen
to rotate the ripping head
its facile contents overgowned
fuzzsmutch natter many
let's snail up the skull with phnyrids
dab in some coral grain belly gehemoth
gryhemirth
transvirsethic as in the holy zaum
rebate capsule
used car
care
subtotal
bonbolly
festooning shamans after the freeze ray
with blue cranberries or cities of external glands
'we all run together' in his hands
he's got the whole world
in his diamond flipper array
his flippers
were once nipples
and his faceplate
is a toenail of high gloss
I CHing
'itching'
the future is itching.
subtotal
hubmodal
each kernal on the underbelly
releases a private feeler
horse glands make a soft padded helmet
a fuffy ink nib persona
'get personal'
terrible.
get snail
like dirty meat shoe.
slip your cold feet
into the dirty meat shoe.
now see starfishes
used as light pumps
lavender sporm pules up in the cuticle
fingers are cute
tribes where
something bends
and something trims
"lapdog grunts to chin organ"
grain belly bottom feeder
purple feeler rondevue
transvirsethic or venus
sporting a vacuum tube
skull womb
pony carousel inside
wooden ships
starting to explode
then frozen
to rotate the ripping head
its facile contents overgowned
fuzzsmutch natter many
let's snail up the skull with phnyrids
dab in some coral grain belly gehemoth
gryhemirth
transvirsethic as in the holy zaum
rebate capsule
used car
care
subtotal
bonbolly
festooning shamans after the freeze ray
with blue cranberries or cities of external glands
'we all run together' in his hands
he's got the whole world
in his diamond flipper array
his flippers
were once nipples
and his faceplate
is a toenail of high gloss
I CHing
'itching'
the future is itching.
subtotal
hubmodal
each kernal on the underbelly
releases a private feeler
horse glands make a soft padded helmet
a fuffy ink nib persona
'get personal'
terrible.
get snail
like dirty meat shoe.
slip your cold feet
into the dirty meat shoe.
now see starfishes
used as light pumps
lavender sporm pules up in the cuticle
fingers are cute
tribes where
something bends
and something trims
"lapdog grunts to chin organ"
More Erotic Scuba Challenges
For if they swim
for two-thousand miles
through toroids of squirming coral
only to arrive at famed Atlantis
squinting at robot rucksacks
sushi pulp extruder nozzles jammed
from lightning interlode
if these Minoan-looking dudes
don't have like lavender hovering concrete
we'll just breaks out the sax
no, i mean
a speaking walrus wearing a crown of tiny chittering insectoid
rongo rongo
hey, like language is light touch acid
'me gown'
'mi grown'
[sigh = groan]
In youth, all his fantasies were of complex mansions, scuba,
exploration.
for two-thousand miles
through toroids of squirming coral
only to arrive at famed Atlantis
squinting at robot rucksacks
sushi pulp extruder nozzles jammed
from lightning interlode
if these Minoan-looking dudes
don't have like lavender hovering concrete
we'll just breaks out the sax
no, i mean
a speaking walrus wearing a crown of tiny chittering insectoid
rongo rongo
hey, like language is light touch acid
'me gown'
'mi grown'
[sigh = groan]
In youth, all his fantasies were of complex mansions, scuba,
exploration.
Jed Pearl
through its green face
pour green pearls
its eyes
and while soft on the inside
like oysters
the hard smooth exterior surfaces
are low slung silent cities
of commerce
motionless waves are preserved
whose walls are mosaics of green pearls
and in that endless expanse of repeating roundnesses
suddenly a green face
soft like dough
its eyes must be magnificent planets
in their early years
black
vibrating
and veined
with molten red stone
gravity make men seed
to oysters the color of jade
jet by in drunken airborne schools
slap up against the cold
iridescent and repeating
gastric stones
an anomaly of digestion
now forms a prison
of incomparable beauty
pour green pearls
its eyes
and while soft on the inside
like oysters
the hard smooth exterior surfaces
are low slung silent cities
of commerce
motionless waves are preserved
whose walls are mosaics of green pearls
and in that endless expanse of repeating roundnesses
suddenly a green face
soft like dough
its eyes must be magnificent planets
in their early years
black
vibrating
and veined
with molten red stone
gravity make men seed
to oysters the color of jade
jet by in drunken airborne schools
slap up against the cold
iridescent and repeating
gastric stones
an anomaly of digestion
now forms a prison
of incomparable beauty
Thursday, June 2, 2011
A Midstream Review of David Mitchell's "Thousand Autumns"
I am delighted, and yet perplexed, and I suppose 'literary treatments' of the low-genre melange are nothing new, and vis-a-vis Quentin Tarantino, very popular, but I just hadn't expected it all to be so recognizable. After the long first section about Jacob de Zoet and his life on Dejima Island, which was very unique, the book suddenly lurches into what seems like a well-written Laura Joh Rowland mystery book from her Sano Ichiro series combining plot elements from Rowland's Black Lotus, and things like Yasuzo Masumura's Hanzo, The Razor movie trilogy which also features a criminal nunnery involved in pregnancy and white slavery. There is some hope though, maybe, in the character of Enomoto who it seems may be a dark alchemist bent on eternal life, who is in turned paired with a good character, an old woman, an herbalist healer, called Otane of Kurazane, which is really too much! And funny! David Mitchell is a trip! For his spell to work on me, the book is going to have to get A LOT WEIRDER! There are a few lines where local people in the book say they have seen winged monster women flying about the peaks near the Enomoto abbey, and there is a kind of Hundred Monsters aka Yôkai hyaku monogatari frisson with the the detail that all the nuns in Enomoto's abbey are deformed! The deformities are weird, and some of them seem sinisterly sexual. But then, the whole evil sexual nunnery thing is a schlock genre favorite in Japan with films like Convent of the Sacred Beast or Seijû gakuen which really means School of the Sacred Beast which features loads of lesbian flogging erotica etc.. (a classic no doubt!) :) I used to really be an afficionado of such things when I owned Anticristo: The Bible of Naughty Nun Sinema and Culture which is a great compendium of knowledge on the Nunsploitation genres. Anyway, I am just chuckling away as I read this thing, I am surprised that Mitchell would be as interested in these sort of low-brow genres as I am, or was, etc. What a great writer. I really doubt I could do what he is doing, but I can see what he is doing, at least in part.. pretty neat.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Dump Hybrids.
iron to the sun black absorb
surd to fail
out across the alley the tiny band
of teenage misfits
two with eyeglasses and knapsacks
and charlie a tomgirl grabs tony
towards the back
seen under action
of dumptruck in the foreground
what were they doing back there?
iron. sun. the day's spindle milks out a wheen
the chunky humm of nature and pathology
intermangled into flong
cinema.
kooky gong
being bonged
the big bang strong arm om
and the murderous centaur
frozen in the wall painting
is it wallpaper?
hand hammered scales.
It's the depression, again,
a chemically smell on the fingertips
pink cubes simmer behind
the close bamboo
in cattle troughs.
darts in low pubs.
cajuns in sky-blue vinyl
fishing boat chairs.
circuit courts.
thugs. knock.
white tile wrapping first the ceiling
then the wall
then the floor
Here Sings Duchamp
still attached to the wall,
the boxers come out pouting.
iron gloves that lie in the sun.
dumptruck hybrids.
surd to fail
out across the alley the tiny band
of teenage misfits
two with eyeglasses and knapsacks
and charlie a tomgirl grabs tony
towards the back
seen under action
of dumptruck in the foreground
what were they doing back there?
iron. sun. the day's spindle milks out a wheen
the chunky humm of nature and pathology
intermangled into flong
cinema.
kooky gong
being bonged
the big bang strong arm om
and the murderous centaur
frozen in the wall painting
is it wallpaper?
hand hammered scales.
It's the depression, again,
a chemically smell on the fingertips
pink cubes simmer behind
the close bamboo
in cattle troughs.
darts in low pubs.
cajuns in sky-blue vinyl
fishing boat chairs.
circuit courts.
thugs. knock.
white tile wrapping first the ceiling
then the wall
then the floor
Here Sings Duchamp
still attached to the wall,
the boxers come out pouting.
iron gloves that lie in the sun.
dumptruck hybrids.
Tunneling The Foe Should Sponce / Facellite / Know
fleet pause
in the tunneling
camera
haunt
sapid enter
mistook
some saffian peculium
to rival the dark crease
where fedaries climate
the optick
synthetic image
for unitary
spont
viewed socially
a history of apparitions
liberty
enthusiasm
ranks
fleet
pause
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