mascavam gazelle tier horns

(adtonitus in the cave of laundry and biffurk)

cherry bones
cherry bones
/cherry bones
/cherry bones
cherry bones
black shoe
/cherry bones
/black shoe
cherry bones
wog and gossy
/cherry bones
/wog and gossy

Luther
Burbank
would lay down
these foundations
cherry-stained
parthenons hacked
and slashed into
carnival sections
and reassembled
to endure confection

cherry bones
cherry bones
/cherry bones
/cherry bones
cherry bones
rack fute
/cherry bones
/rack fute
cherry bones
jezel teries
/cherry bones
/jezel teries

child washington
with axe to minotaur
with face axe blackened
and in the firehireling

all the contents of soil
their community
saying their name

all the community
of sea soil whole

mad mad mad
the bones of law
in a whole empty universe
of mad
cherry bones

hands raised
in delphic
and poppy owl
hosannas

burbank
dusty
midnight
studios


https://www.facebook.com/lanny.quarles/posts/2173397679554860

hobnob's rock of lake house

ward head gload
this meteorite
which fell to heat
by hearth of earthsum
thrice myriannum
and lived in deep snow
and brides-gods-head-sleep
until the tongues
hoop churned the grum
and its body fell into circuits
of an alien memoriam

now preserved in chalk
by an abstract composition
this run echo structure gibbous
and gape is identity's process
the thin hair hologram
of the finest catastrophe
or creation both less or more

a staff will lead the crooked path
to a psyclopfs blind with pain
in sun is gload and its ward head
symbol (or grist twisstandands)
gleeting calculus by swarm of orphan
whole-prattusurfaces brodno-wry with begging
but the meteorite retire (sing)
as icon to the porch
a bread's itch in a cleaving culfer
or as heraldic lion-campion
founded by the ancient deformation

the cold wordless myths
tumbled roughly
in the forge and stomach wreathen
of a wild indigestibility
and golden with rude kicking
and close inspection
of the mute exquistimuss


https://www.facebook.com/lanny.quarles/posts/2173370579557570

VENOM AND ETERNITY

do they ask again
if the black iron prison
is some mythologisation
of the reification of bifurcation
the loss of the mouthfeel of the nagual

or do they posit somehow
somewhere
now and local
that poetry
in both films and painting
may first twist the bifurcatory shackle
and then procede
to split it in twain
with the shattering sentences
first alluring as words
then both limping and dancing as letters
and finally blooming
organically

as bodies of the vortex
in which venom and eternity
might conjoin
in the shadow
of some deformed and gorgeous
stele of natural stone
and the seam of jibberish
seal and therefore open up

these red jade veins
bridged achingly
between soft yellow ears
of angular pollen
wee eyes peering from its
gland pits gleaning all
for punteggiatura


https://www.facebook.com/lanny.quarles/posts/2170785733149388

wine sardonic polis

agony perclipsed
by gladiatorial enodatum
the narrow stalk-like talking part
in anatomy shapes
its grue me-ghetto, to wit:
this untangling wills a finer knot,
and the more incomprehensible it is,
the more sensible and geraden the strig.
of course, this is what the farce tells
of its own poesy
as agony by any other name than
photocopious would pell mule
a liquid sard or surd and live a vision
under air, namely the meeting
of beleses and arbaces at the sand-trap
of their ronting master
and abacuses 12-fold integrated
into their folding ceremonial shields
smoky beads of incense
shifting as they flex
their shoulders hunched like fog
in which some knuckles
are mistaken for falcon heads
in which sad in-groping guerdons
hold a banquet
where the various rebels stew in their masks
and the silent law
shrugs amenable


https://www.facebook.com/lanny.quarles/posts/2170615276499767

carte blanche

so that its powers be fulfilled
language is willing to act
as I or Them / They / or We
so that language would be able
to eat what it desires, to pleasure itself
so that language would take its own freedom away
and give it to itself in another form another body
so that language would kill freely, as speech for any reason
able to be expressed by language, the body, the bodies,
the marks on the land and the electrons, the atoms
and names and substances the same
language on language violence is the everyday useless babyll
an idol for the sole reality of auto-enunciation
or obfuscation of language as the only reality
so that its powers be fulfilled its powerlessness
as language so that power and powerlessness both
be absolute as language is willing to act
as both victim and conqueror in order to define
the attributes of language carte blanche
language wants to fuck, to eat, and to kill, and to build
and it will speak its mind, deny the truth, destroy, mutate
and misdirect with language any other language
being language itself it knows all truth is malleable
because every truth, any truth as well as any falsity
or near falsity is all the same thing, namely, language,
and language lives to hear itself speak, in one form
or another, it wills to live us, to live us through,
us words, us poor words, caught up

in the wilds
of the blank
and notorious mind
of nature

opening
upon itself
to the closing shrill
of the bottle number
its till fed up roles
its hat gas and
gudd vormelle
the amorphous ton sil
of all place and time
crust inner and vector
crashing on
tizimbril


https://www.facebook.com/lanny.quarles/posts/2168202586741036

Rwy'n tyfu tai gwaed

offensiverenvirifoo
foofoofa
latto
if looks could kill the anapodoton
this medusan breakwater town
take this halva
and break heat brash dog winter
cornu phanerolopia to make use of
yoshihara's pospe vat
desploiier! desploiier!
Gouts handiak nituen
Ma tulen tohutu kääbastega
Ma ṭhūlō carāmā ā'um̐chu
I heat the water
I take the image lopsign from the capsule necka
and break it across the naked ages
moses poledance hansolo
the picts are raging down the hillside
their delicate machine lances cutting color
nawahufu hawaii glandular huffing pole
take battle prawn to liffe' latto
grape halo omphalos the neck worm
which devoured the ape fetal in the grape
nawahufu berri skinned glyph butterfly
Ā nānā android tamārā phara ṭōpī
saṅgraha daphanāvavāmāṁ
make humanity offensive again
offensive to the nose
offensive to the heart
offensive to the head
offenisve' gUwanive' siftnikeg!
i'm grolling twyfold to greed
inna kittencape porsche
this lopsided jingle kraken moves to castle
so that i foofoofa its space bikinifrog in rectangle
leprosy i'm terribly moved by your slicka pad
your pad-pawing infinite gambolint
I'm growing blood houses across the place
your mind used to be and bluthazar
the cult of vater i take the image
ໃນຫົວປາຂອງຂ້ອຍຂ້ອຍແດງ
or golden or spounting tour nips
jiss pixie

o jiss pixi han slo
slow fand foetal ape
oh gorilla headed snake
which comes out
of my bellybutton crocus ward
singing 'plaquistes en feu'
and 'alkukuvadores'


https://www.facebook.com/lanny.quarles/posts/2167610030133625

GAFF

splitting the tongue to make way for the tree geroisa gerousia sapling veen baolso baso cedar frames replicate among the glass surfaces highlighting random dun leaves of pile for finned louver flanges for heatsink apropos of iconology what mixture returns to its pest pestle wrestle we last and taste from its peristalsis-stoa-bridge-effacement-frontage however frantic this might seem the butter lakes the tub and the buddha wills an archiclicture an urcowrexture / om-oui / sere fin / sverre fehn for no reason at all but surface in which to return hercules to his spinning wheel / reality is under no obbligato noblesse aux bilge cable and car together the teeth ratcheting along the line and racing up the side of the mountain drawing is heir in fool random and heavy roots wrist-thick of polished red coral rise up at the edge of the ornamental pond and then across the fingerlet lyres a liveried cove trails of white pebbles that rise into the indigo hillocks and down the stream a black iron footbridge tweets a howling ambiguous elbow a robot memory of love on a rainy afternoon among the greens of the golf-course while the fire at the clubhouse still rages and the smooth unfinished work of the diorite klatoose marches among the fallen flagworks and the clubs here is the long green and the safe bet a two imaginal key-hole set among the face of flame black coal twins which opera with sucking sounds rotor blades that flash out on a loop from the squid's head to make a terrible signature in the white stone of the shrine where the cottonwood bows and curtsies and disappears into haunted sunglasses obsidian jumbles and the green castle tower beyond sheltered down in the foam of lack in the wordlessness of thick and obliging boundary whose no call whose white pearl takes up its urchin marine and withers bright as sunshine chained into its heavy dog-like mask (cynoformalin) blue humps moving in the alien grain (spring chao yupinnus)


https://www.facebook.com/lanny.quarles/posts/2165944506966844

Fragments of Old Comedy

you win to weave yap
shop and show and weave
the unshelled poet view
you view the weave
you cry to weave
shop every day to weave
revoke the exovotive
tastes of the poetasters'
utter hennypinpoem

to a nose
a crudity would ta!
shop among the ilk
you win
cry to weave
utter theoweavery
o toss the tv
that sweet banyan
of kotos
which yaps of tossing tunes
which ape the shy crudities
to kittens
tan the quill
and scry the bride
we'll play tanaquin and tarquil
and pi the ledger with a torii
on your rictus' day
ta!

snakes weave you too
cry elkittens
cry oat pate'
whose patina
patterns you
the labels ape
to lawns
and to the overflows
we too cry
shy to love
though shoved
apollo takes the spade
to yap the path
where the toys mettle
and pay with wool
this caco-exo-strudel

to louts
our mettle is in tunes
we neons crowd the tooters
who cry atoo
cool owls can weave
their pilot plot cadavers
odysseus plays patty cake
to you who cry
i am enabled to weave
with my marrows
sparrows oust apollo's polka
they oust the tapas of exotica

these tapas bowells
discretely overflow
in toy love and we ta!
to veer in utter cave pita
dials for eyes and oars atoo!
in every letter i pose
and swallow the pay of water
maps written upon my boots
every pout of every putti is lifted
and weave these spinning snakes
round the oppidumb
to coo at love
to cry at tits on lips you
knew a toss was the avatar
of a sparrow

ta! you weave!
exotica tastes like tapas bowells
bagel cats in elk-love
to view the shopping of poems
the sinuous elk hotel knee of ta!
snakes oak themselves round
our eido-doxic segovias
our eco-govias of dolmens
atoo toss and snow
to cover the well kittens
of the bottom
and cry to ruins
the olympic caveworms
of the tunes we once
carried to the crudity
the mountains cry
to taste these udders


https://www.facebook.com/lanny.quarles/posts/2165744376986857

La Tène culture (Meva Suteab)

whigburkedaywalkin
the park on a fine green hill
french horn camo-ah
dess-swee the path surrounding
the guillotine

balloon
have a human balloon
skin meat levitating lollypop text
the natural abstraction and levitation
of parks of metaphysics of heads
and head balloons
to proceed with the continued existence
of the storm torsos and their knave environs
and deep materiality inset
crater-lined hyes
or hyaline lavoissier cleopatra bruno balloon
with gallileo park tower green strewn
leaf yellow weather dither
ether mother

touched on a text
that needs a text
meat as clothes
or clothes for meat
words for mind
or mind for feat (eat-text-teddit-reet)
o gecko sausage doll
with ornamental glass
venetianhommedullahhead
in viripattern vibropollenarmor

throttle them (rather)
in the revolutionary park
in the ambiguous open area
where the masses are wont to font
and gway
this monument
this bathtub of marat grown large in the treeline
the bronze body laid in real water
and the castes by case
of diogenes
and the rest of the dear animals crushed
by the eros of text on text production
a phallic abstract angel
arising from the torn monstrous body of the shark
and taking its putrid flesh for its own
in the theme of
all is innocence
as all is color
and blind in its insolent
and magnetic stupidity
its inability to be just singular
but rather singularly multiple
all at once
and then the opposite

leatherzen
as it approaches
the ancient cheese cave

the silent
and craven nightfungus
as it devours
our delicious
meandering
mandible feet
hear them
the tiny and baroque wooden stands
all arranged as a classical chorus
each one holding its own
gorgeously deformed fruit

the houl hastery
issen shappen
bide thee pictour
La Tène bronze

vegetal face


https://www.facebook.com/lanny.quarles/posts/2165336910360937

excetuas

particle horizon
sinuous horn token
if protein literature
take equation myth sequence
told herasmum
fold curve eff scots
cloud unguent
soft portal costerni
space extend in place
average dodona customer
farineraient turtle dove oven
clamsiez siezemouthshut
draino káno katálipsi


https://www.facebook.com/lanny.quarles/posts/2163707777190517

the inn at the sign of the hollow gland

the oracle of doubt
will be branded with a pi
the oracle of doubling

will be branded

but the brand will fail
and scab and sky
and the march concede
a wound a win
and a skew

primal image, fork, slyshuer

here
take eat of my brawl, baal, label,
lebel, level, babel, bevel, evil, able,
oval, revel, bauble, ruble, supple,
gebel, total, rubble, title, rabble

vivittles slanting and oblique
and no red ink

to hop in the gourbi
to lay with the pork grubs
and the golden parsley
to bathe in loose eyes
while the rotator enflame
the milking knots
of their blind robot demon ivy
a sacred relic
of the oracle of doubt
its skin-loosed ivory
its gas-shred gumbs

rivals in cleverness
are no better
than the stones of a
chicken's gizzard

a tiny frankenstein bird
held in the palm
of the

(wood
~~~
bee
~~~
savor)


https://www.facebook.com/lanny.quarles/posts/2163191990575429

John Coxon Approaches the Isthmus of Darien

the green wall
i have never been able to speak properly
planetary personality graffiti
glenn gould gg allin
chancre moto
motto koto cotto
dulce sotto
unko otto

the green wall
i behaved poorly
my little plastic cup with pogo on it
the porkpie hat and ashcan school
the red face
the stove pipe
the rising tide of indifference
of difference
of compassion
of passion
youve probably seen this
i remained impassive
the impasse in my feeling was phenomenal

the green wall
the bamboo forest
as if we had entered the wall
and discovered it was no wall at all
but something closer
to an articulated zone behaving like a boundary in the act of compression
glenn gould greta garbo
greentooth
youve probably seen this

i thought atrocious things
the idyll of chaos had never
died dove oldfin
olefins parafin
сухе kuiv
primordial polyphony
the green wall
glenn gould gary gianni
a wrong entry in the round
the green wall
and never believe it

matrixial mannerism
we picts are the scattered islands
i'm bad
transcendent non-transcendence
buffalo bamboo banach
green glue
guffawing γρυπός
i’m raising the bar
by lowering my expectations
alce alice
opinicus opinion
ziz-keruv (system curve)
this cueva go atrato


https://www.facebook.com/lanny.quarles/posts/2162493617311933

a calque of a poem he can(t) toss

so a fugue
and a comes
walk into a bar together
and the bartender asks them
so which is the dux
and whether the bathos
and the fugue says
he is lucullus and i
trimalcion

our meals are charming yet modest
we are quadriphonic
four-fooled
and standing alert
in both your eyes

so the bartender jumps over the bar
and says
i think i've-i've just rebegun this

[VV''::V]V::"";;V]OVO>>""]

and the comes says
where will tilling the indefinite
present ever lead
and the fugue says
assideo, assideo, assideo

tell teloschistales
says the bartender
and he points
down the length of the bar
where a strange animal
is groaning

that's quite a spinelle
comes the fugue


https://www.facebook.com/lanny.quarles/posts/2162152487346046

severing (dolphin-duck-walrus)

purple hat (your sailor)
red body sock and pipe and

the mosaic tile
shrimp-bird-shaman-centaur
holds twin octahedron-headed
parrots on its shoulders

blabia boo
blabia boo

mint bale fortress too

mint bales
outlined in sapphire


https://www.facebook.com/lanny.quarles/posts/2160818444146117

Ferrières-en-Brie

(outside places with inside names)

here is the chorus
here is the play
here is the drunken silenus
beginning to sway
and he cries:

niddhoggerlassooooeeee!

malice striker!

grape head!

and the chorus appears in a bus
and the chorus appears in a plane
and the chorus appears longing
and the chorus appears insane
and the chorus appears in a field
and the chorus appears in your hand
and the chorus appears
before the silenus on its way

the silenus whose skin is green
and whose deep purple thigh boots
show sharks fins at the knees

friend blue cloud
with purple lips
are you the friend of silenus
on his grand tour?

niddhoggerlassooooeeee!

friend silenus
does your wine skin puff up
and stand in for the play
as the lead hat holder
or is it the main room rinker?

klank high!
high shaft hole!
take up thy lassooeee!
and the chorous appears spread out
in a string circle standing on the
serpent lassoo

the chorus is there
but the play is gone
the play is three engorged wineskins
slapping their cuppicles together in a frizz
the silenus

is the author
and the only audience member now
his hand on the bannister

bannister snake

bannister lassoo

lassoo
lassoo

banachoristersilenister

rachora
rrrrachidae

here is the chorus
here is the play
here is the drunken silenus
beginning to sway
and he cries:

rectina hides aediles
in her chubbies
rubby chubbi..

(the silenus passes out)


https://www.facebook.com/lanny.quarles/posts/2160694104158551

is

as strategos before the nabis
cud or fireplace-spitter
ronsardian franciade "toulouse"

philopoemen reentered laconia

ginned rivvel seethe by suppled
name enhance what short operands
manifest this all spreading and molecular
league a small movement which touches
all material in some scale or math
waves perform en mass the maze
this indiscreet license gaze
all along the slanted purple hillsides
lined with cedars- spartan manes
yellow stone faces stare out
at the same slant as the hills
and a red and black frill of stone
boils where these fountains
exit the purple sage
and through puckered lips
all their streams converge
on the road the good poem
nabis falls to alexamenus
and philopoemen takes down
the walls of sparta

here at this distance it is
grey blue light
through well-known branches
weird little metal legates
perched along the line
connected by their eye-hoof
their lectern-thigh
to the local columnar megastrophe
serving this area so
totem yjoked to talisman
here
the horn-nosed mega-poly


https://www.facebook.com/lanny.quarles/posts/2160119410882687

paul klee, carver of wooden candelabra

in opera there is a cast
(death and light to exchange exuberance)
on the crapper it's just
malthus or walser
depending on the general glut
its wiles and ways of rent say
poetry must reprove this say's law
to a canticle whip our
whippet ship what
notice still has got to pay
the present for pound
whose ezra any have i
any custom in which ignorance
has not some shed its sheet fed
mascaron

the mask itself surmounted
by a giant carved sea scroll,
the renaissance face with strikingly
illustrious facial hair, flanked by large
scallops and framed by two
over-sized facing dolphin grotesques
terminating in acanthus leave garlands
carved from istrian stone with evidence
of an outside weathered patina -
this piece has immense dramatic presence
as a crapper

you can explore toad’s inventory
in our secluded corner of
the world’s end, chelsea
economies and theologies
on the head of a pin

you can explode
into bambara
jo children leaking
jo children leaking
while feasting in the general glut
of the chymera

of the camera
down all these halls

drawings
from the paths of otters


https://www.facebook.com/lanny.quarles/posts/2159559120938716

Why Geology is a Proper Subject

it is your own
true emotional context
blue grey
velvet fangled
iron glyphs
whose rust
is the view from above
the camera
like a gargoyle
will be svelte and darting
as a bird in space
these eyebrows
flow rainbows
birds fruit and leprechauns
with yellow armadillo skin
that gather in the corners
of your eyes to take absinthe
in cups which runneth over

and from haunted cafe's to
cymbal stepping stones
hovering through the endless park

the low and primitive cattle
exult to our complexity
and we
low and primitive cattle
exult to our captivity
symbol stepping stones

it is your own
our own

alien blue grey velvet turtle
and the little naked philosopher
that lives inside
will leave its printing

in a place where
the rustic
the naturalist
and the bohemian combine
as the dog of music
the abjoint cynosurety
projected up against the stars
the lovers dancing around the campfire
in the pines and down across the river
before the innocent light
of combustion lies (aware)

the shape of each ripple's reflection
is

for how do we take the contour
of an ever-changing topology
in dog's worlds?

if not some endless
incurling
expansion

some decay of original
potential

or is the potential
inexhaustible

or simply unstable
or a garden
of variety


https://www.facebook.com/lanny.quarles/posts/2158523121042316

The Mechanical Element Which Razest Its Riding Crop

(and identical to this but other, or double-green'd)

firstly
Nicholas of Cusa
and then Marsilio Ficino
(consilientia)* and
then the pointed
claw-like toenail
of my right foot
bent backwards and
caught in the leather
while pointing beyond
the image of its
trialectical mysticism
to the place where the
twisted neon rope mandala
and the ever-growing-
legs-of-the-table-
in-universe say like a doctor
i'm so very sorry i did not notice
the gangrene

(chorus): of its enormous wig!

the green gang
and all the green beings
in their baize
and taxidermied
performance artists
turned coyotes
"aluminum fencing salons" (mirrored)
with their green ptolemmings
firstly and suchly
that history itself
is a tensegrity sculpture
a non-art process
of non-process
possession

possession
by the attention fetish
in the throws of the
trialectical mysticism
whereby the letter-foot-gravity
measure-of-the-speed-of-the-revealing-
of-the-truth-as-the-truth-of-whatever-as-
a-placeholder

life itself is the enactment
of the form of its own philosophy
such that its mediation as all known
is unknown as the unknowing

1. as the blonde-haired
and purple skinned one
whose catfish like mouth
draws pink powders from
boiling orange cauldrons

2. as the noseless shit-brown mask
whose green eyes are ringed in red
and whose one corner sticks ardently
in the creases of a catfish mouth

3. or three, the three that is one blue
stone fish to fill the orange cauldrons
so that no mediation exists
excepting the pale wild color
of the volcano

the flaming beast
which runs from its hole on fire
while 3 other flaming beasts
begin to float upwards ahead
and the large blue egg
which follows them slowly

slowly

in order to devour
these rising and volcanic stars
of non-poetry
non-philosophy

in the cult of attention
in the temple of fetishes
in the universe
of the table whose legs
will always grow
up up up
to the hot pink cadaver
whose lips almost speak
but whose head is stacked
with fitted and balancing
and variously material'd volumes
which do speak
they speak of volumes
and that speaking is a fetish
and each volume is a form
of attention


https://www.facebook.com/lanny.quarles/posts/2158332141061414

ortholspherolqube

ishirísis umakrá
do diexodikós
oológos makrós

camouk flodge
the cumaean defector
no bee would run the spines
upon the laurel wood
gave it to palor wondings

this place's personualla
iqbal the light caste filter
at a certain spot in its face woods
humwaba spoke there
scratch scratch scabbard
róxelrogós eídosphalangíou motion

o bitter peacock spider
rosakispoasakis
rubber boothumboson
cuthkunmingle ungle
anda brunda toonth
and brangue him panting
teasing and he used to say
he was afraid he might encounter
some unexpected
and more novel form of evil
the embryonic
chicken angel with
its one huge blue eye
as it emerges from the headwound
of the old phototypon

neither swimming nor a crock
those who are virgin and ardently armed
and those who are new to the earth
these are born of a slogan
and the children of ekníxasthai kelévei
and the young men and the young ones
and the children of the earth
and the children of the learned
shall be bound koufótatoi kaí
koufótata to the goddess
inasmuch as it is the use of the flesh
of the flames of fire neither did
the young men of the world write
nor did they destroy them and the word
the new the new the original for I am
the derivative of it I say I am mourning
I am shewed I am the oyster
scratching and sifting


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isokwelos, a puppet show

the crash is broken
you would fall out
in the clouds
I dedicate to you a holy lair
and this babbling
the cause of my escape
from the beast
And elsewhere
may you fill waxen lairs
with honeyed nectar
groups anxiety fig ignore
synkatanon

honth-put
shadow university
in the flickering fields
and between the birds
and the natives of the wilderness
they were overwhelmed

he frowns
at the strength
of the trickery

i will apply ears
i will listen
when the absence of the barbarian
the ambrosian lexicon
when the iron bed of og goes empty
i will bring fruits
to the giant women

newborn and new
i will float from the base
of the brains to the new world
the wisdom of the wicked one
shall be the shape of states
and not the forms
of people

flowers and bees
will outline
these valleys
and rapture
will text your
barbarian theta


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the round valley

in the bottom
in the cup
in the performing
of the labyrinthine castle
at the nadir where the false
coinage plateaus
to reveal its engineering
there is a valley
a synthetic and architectural valley
at the center of the castle
that acts as the site for the fountain
the vinolumen

a pit within a pit
is no snake's nose
no ladder to heaven

and the fountain is no leader
but the fountain (heaving swell)
gives an oracle to these unheeded

is it wine
or is it blood?

the fountain is not name as such
but form
and gives an alternate story

here poor clytemnestra holds
her dying husband agamemnon
like a child, her child
and the wound in his side
is a fountain

is it wine
or is it blood?

and the fountain also fails
to use its auxillary
and the auxillary portion is connected
by a tiled mosaic trough
and at the end of the trough
is cassandra (also a statue)
who views the bleeding husband
the shape
and she also bleeds
from a wound to the head
for she is the witness
to the statue
to the holiness
of this fountain

she bleeds gold and fails
and she bleeds gold
into a trough
and she bleeds wine
into the mouth

wine pours
from her mouth
down into the round valley
and gives an oracle
to these unheeded


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doppler green marsyas

marsyas to be
the exploding aircraft lyre frozen
in time
muscle glyph to rheum in flame
and to flower
along the nabhukok loin line
where the furred propeller
conjoins with confusion
and with mirror extension shards
the story inside the columns
marsyan word turn orrer hirn orn
nabuhikok joke of brika ob-two
sloop of smoke
sound of mortal sleep friends
inside
they will do to me as they will
time all within its under
muscle glyph to render the river
where the lyre over the propeller voice
the smiling hands sorcery proud
marsyans to be
soil left
right eye close
to the emblem
faulstem fortress forlorn
radiant
the hot hunger to orb the fountain's spray
all so very old, its youth
stories churned in the portrait
of a stone
spray tell
in addition to
pacificed in abscale


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dim

roof tiles house the budding guava
in the four wheel drive venus tree:

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head invite
this flat earth is made from a round one
this flat earth is all signs made all from signature
dried cob stack
in the heavy blue dangly nose crucible


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Obscure Non-Poetic Sample

after its sample is selected
the young orchestra officer notices
that a small black coffin-like box
is slowly entering her abdomen
but at the same time
a large golden harp is emerging
from the box and
falling over into the sample

sample one
the orchestra officer is bent over
showing the top of her head
the orchestra officer's older sister
is also bent over showing the same
top of head shot
both haircuts are exactly the same
the hair is remarkably similar in texture
growth habit etc
whole tones are present, tourettes, the history
of shit, a small stone fireplace niche
topped by a rondure, inside
there is a single silver cylinder
wearing a curly black wig
it could be a toy
or a flower in the flowering poem
of the non-poem

sample two
it is chopin's life between 1825 and 1831,
a time of social unrest throughout Europe,
of rising nationalism, and of cries for reform.
chopin, an outstanding student in music,
and inflamed with the revolutionary spirit in his
native poland, gives a number of concerts
which are praised by the aristocracy.
his fame growing, he sets out on tour and,
while in vienna, hears of the november uprising
in warsaw. he makes an attempt to return
and join the fight but his carriage breaks down
and his hunchbach has brought back illness
within all music, the whole stomach has turned,
but warmed by his doctor, he settles down to a
quieter life in paris, and continues his work
as a gargoyle (paddles, flanges, flippers, scuppers)

overture (redletter)
paganini towers over paris playing his fiddle
with long crooked fingers
outside the great temple of music he stands in paris
much taller than the enormous building
but at the base of each column
unknown to paganini is a samovar
and old russian women gather there to drink tea
some call attention to the replication of scenery
backgrounds behind paganini
others alert to the fact that paganini at first blush
would seem to mean 'little pagan'
while the real paganini is in fact a kind of huge monster
who ignores tea drinkers
85 samovars (each attended)

TT

sampletree
both of them are locked out
chopin is listening intently at the door while his
brother shulvin
has his left hand trapped in the top of a skull
he wears a skull as a covering for his hand
crossed swords on the wall
heavy furniture
chopin's pipe seems much aligned
with paganini

small
pagan
and giant
without
tea
Teuvo Tulio

it is true
the young lady
made lampshades
at home
and had a terrible date
one evening
in sample land

heavy dormant vines
hang around each door
and each door holds
a large glass orb (with a brass palm)
with a white ivory phoenix
inside
its long white plumes
to pierce
the bulb

hallo!


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Principles of Non-Poetry

heeen would tel
to the deep crimson udders
which held themselves aloft
using specially modified sucker paps
to attach to the glass platters
where the luminous repasts were kept

kept kept heeen!
would tel
to deep crimson udder replace their soldiers heads
in the composition of glass volumes
housing the luminous repasts of shed

shed kept hooo!
heeen who kept kept sheddu!

keen wood shell
from which the deep crimson udder emerged
a venus for which the octopi
brain cow equations wept down down
into their wetnurse cutpurse research facilities
the wood shed log shed many sheddu tears
of milk
of monkeys
of blue monkey derived tendrils
of blue mandrill assed skin mandalas
the lavender frectum blashlight
of the kenning red
tel

tel heeen hoo!
tel sheddu blodd hooter wood shooter ed!
brain coral octopi knight
who slays the dragon george
to protect
our deep crimson udder venus

what does it utter?
if keen be so hoo?
if heen be tel by goonswell
luminous repasts
will odor
by the dolorous shed
whose sheddu may not tel
and so
all these crimson red udders
will be trapped and clamped
in windows
their modified paps
struggling to the heavy sill


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the pig

has an abstract purple
birthmark that spreads
around one eye
and someone has strapped on
a large purple shark's fin
around its head to match it

and someone has painted
the hog's nose green
so that
in the pure yellow day
i fear the long green ghost
the blue face that it shows
that is not its face
but the face that it sues
over the fiery orange and blue keys
of its burning typewriter
the mouse who looks out of the carriage
at the head hopping alone
on the dark horizon
where only the green ghost moves
and the hot pink pig
with a purple shark's fin
strapped to its head


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10

these swine they wer pore borne
and deric and in the lyoness atlantis
they skinned their whittli-sissiles to a satyr's
drum stone chin where its tripod tail
would read the fog chains in the hissygrith
a petrified forest distributes lammy
in the whiskey crosses
i give them no fat for battle
but only wax where the hollow thunder tongues
lay out their rags for the riggs to sample
hey iron goal
hey guppied kinker pot rotling
these buy their in the till hee bods
woud yn in on ur oon nur narr
mirromare' ousia clapping the shielf dot dote dottage
blaring din
bleary dinner
and high kite dread for normal chess
all the colors giet divvi to the blacki
all the collors trome vrarillis
give diet geeth its gname
these swine of dogs the wine
ifn yn ungorl weet it deen dyne
a pore is high on arth
and borne to wissiles
while it scrapes its tong
on the hully stones
gas flowing freely
in its creveech
a bul


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the ugly angel in transit

long fringe strings drift loosely
trailing back from the leading edge
of the ugly angel's singular knife boot
as it slices so elegantly
through the pluroma
there are short skeins of fringe
and longer sections which have more structure
these sections remind one more of the qualities
of tensile eyelashes
though small blinding symbols of white light
sometimes arc along their surface
to be released at the trailing tips
while some of the symbols
are absorbed into the needle-like tips
of the angel's convoluted hose-labyrinth-wings
whose gooey lyre-like centers do not exactly
render them aesthetic

if you squint your eyes you can almost
see the ugly angel's face inside of its
spiked spiral-patterned cone helmet
not that you'd want to see it
the bald head is deeply cloven
like a loaf of bread in which the
baking has gone awry, and the nose
is extremely long and resembles
twinned spoons laid face en face
but the chin is the worst
underneath a torn and craggy black mouth
which does not bear mentioning again
two tightly wound spiral tentacles
(ivory?, lard? insectoid horn cheese?)
are turning away from one another
whose centers are each
a huge misshapen hairy purple nipple
and rather crooked
each like a rumpled top hat
worn by an old timey bum
as it rustles through the universe
soft keys of trash on warm plates

a little time and space blasted flower
grows out of the knee
of the integral singular
pluromal knife-boot extension
but basically it has been pared down
to a worn nub

oh yes
and then there's the angel's
transparent jelly-neck-sac
protected by its wings and helmet
sometimes it's pink
ans sometimes it's yellow
but you can always see the little tadpoles
or something swimming in it
maybe little jimmy durante manta rays
i haven't any clue

anyway

at night when the angel
cuts the pluroma slower
and its helmet has gone opaque
and the angel is possibly sleeping
then you can kind of catch your
breath

then the angel looks for
all the world
like a divine and feathery stylus
inscribing a huge soft block
of unendingly murmuring nacre

oh the unendingly murmuring nacre
makes so many kinds of angels


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The Abbey of Gethsemani in Kentucky

Beyond animation,
Donald is primarily known
for his appearances in comics.
Donald was most famously drawn
by Al Taliaferro, Carl Barks,
and Dom Rosa (tabula). Barks,
in particular, is credited for greatly expanding
the "Donald Duck universe" (quacks and quakes)
the world in which the Donald lives, and
creating many additional characters such as
Donald's rich uncle Scrooge McDuck,
and the head of Donald's monastery
Brother Eutropius Proust. Donald has been
a very popular character in Europe,
particularly in Nordic countries where
his weekly magazine Donald Duck & Co
was the most popular comics publication
from the 1950s to 2009. Disney comics'
fandom is sometimes referred to as
"Donaldism", a term which originated
in Norway (Norwegian: Donaldisme).

Donald has numerous enemies,
who range from comical foil to annoying
nemesis: Chip 'n' Dale, Pete,
Humphrey the Bear, Spike The Bee,
Mountain Lion Louie, Bootle Beetle,
Witch Hazel (in Trick or Treat),
the Aracuan Bird and Baby Shelby.
In the Second World War, Donald
was often enemies with Adolf Hitler,
but not always. In the comics, he
is often pestered and tormented
by the Beagle Boys, Magica De Spell,
Gladstone Gander and Mr. Jones.
In the video game Donald Duck: Goin' Quackers,
he saves Daisy from Merlock.
The Italian-produced comic
PKNA – Paperinik New Adventures
stars Donald Duck as Paperinik,
or Duck Avenger, in his battles against
new alien enemies: the Evronian Empire,
founded by emperor Evron.

Isn't it amazing when an Emperor
founds an Empire? Or when he finds
one already there, and enters it
"on retreat". Ethan Hawke was once
captured inside the enclosure at the
Abbey of Gethsemani in Kentucky
where he was found to be dressed
like Donald Duck. He was discouraged
from doing this by the brothers,
and he was politely asked to leave.

o young frankenstein!


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Flender Board

flint piece pac-man
where the flange-paddle burns
wherefore joins
contempt contagion, slaughing
up in roarous category, streaming
joyous thump, content to prattle
feathery as a stegosaurus –
breathing
butter
squeamish
fish
whereat you hocked up
,siren-britten, blocks
bent rat popsicone
heather of obnoxious toner
bean-mat floating
hence lactoid moaner ,fed
on thread-crumpets ,natter
of devoid soltisications
atonement-fat ,you
cantharide
crunching
impasse
brick-cream
lungch


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Vexed to Cradle, By a Slouching SickSphinx

sick sphinx wander dark
a rummage rummage
a rummage rummage brick
a brick alley sick
sphinx sick alley cradle
A eye A eye sick animal

sacavenger mededium
mecoup
mecoup ope

to the runner (or the falconer
with her rod cone pole)
There is no electricity
No sole elimination of further examples:
Wine is simple and beautiful,
but Kaṭvō is lickerish and
drowns all innocence in ignorance
which is a paradox turning pirouettes
on a nuance; That's true
This decision is not good, but not bad
or real bad fast (tygre light)

Yes Yes, what happened?
Yes, the second time is dualysis
it Can be changed, and not changed
When you see a beautiful picture of the Holy Spirit
you will notice you will be Like glass in the picture
to the picture, the picture is a single clear
pane of glass, but
there are Other ingredients
a Powerful sun which states unequivocally:
"Stability is not only good"
no. the sun was always post-ontological
don't listen to the sun.
the scavenger eats everything
sick shpinx yeets
spunk phanx
spock fritz
langue fox

its meats
its meats
all its meats together
to build a mona litsa

it's Dark yeah, but now I know
this Gold medal
It turns out is
Night, player,
Shall I go to Bethlehem?

here then
is the centerless
omphalos of the desert
where some mean birds have gathered
to discuss their profits
at the delphi of dead dried dung
their bodies are examples of design failures
their environment is a design failure
their minds are design failures
the very matter itself which comprises the entire tableau
of their reality
is a design failure
to express the reality of the reality of their failure
cannot end in
but other than
a misprision'd hex-ample:

sick sphinx
rough beast
bong sutra
fetish prisoner drone cult

slouch lout
sluice lice
slick clout
suck pout

a canadian mountie
is eating at the Y

frog moon
frog moon

ideal pathology vectors
There is a continuous
voice, the disease is deceived

His doll
Thinks of Vesak lights
Among the weapons collected
is Iâ San

the brick bulb helmet
worn by the squid warlock demon
in gyre space (a design failure)


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the painting

which agent rice took from the hotel palmiers in casablanca
while on a limited engagement assignment with the fbi

a lost fauve or it could be
the strange alchemist and his homunculus
are in the process of turning into one another
this is the middle section where they become a
hotchpotch (really pickles my noodle)

in a hillside park
on a fairly steep slope of pink granite gravel
the alchemist is caught standing
the alchemist's jet black armor is being distorted
by geometric sections of powdered blue
tetradecahedrons
and the bright red brocaded cape he usually wears
looks like there's someone underneath
trying to rustle her way out
there's a hillock rising behind him
part solid lilac and the other half
all fallen straw
and closer to the alchemist
a few old italian cedars stand bright green
and very tall (one about a quarter taller than the other)
with a stone bench between them
on which an old woman in a sky blue
body-cocoon-cowl with bright red seams
is sitting looking down
the alchemist has no metal helmet
but instead
an absurdly floppy bulbous purple velvet hat
and more absurdly
a polished golden partial spheroid
made perhaps of glass
which he wears like a mask or a visor
and he wears another more oozy
or squashed golden sphere
under his right armpit
around which the bright red
brocaded cape is tied
so that the corners of the cape
look like inverted horns
an incidental or even accidental
rendition
of the mano cornuto
and he carries a staff
of finely carved mahogany
which looks to be a spiral coiled
serpent with the head of a duck
with whole inset pearls for eyes
and a dark blue glass beak
and from the staff
there stands
a stiff indigo flag
in the shape of what could be
a version of a blade
the edge closest to the staff
and the top edge are slightly darker
and quilted like a huge pillowish
piping
it's troubling because the alchemist's
lower half seems to be made
of a melange of glassware
and whose liquid the same powdered blue
color as the tetradecahedrons
has all collected at the top of the vessels
leaving the lowest area
hollow transparent and empty
and all of which is set up over a fire
which seems to burn right
there in the rocks of the granite gravel
or maybe it's bright red moss

and then not three feet away
are two huge purple salamander
which i suppose are dead
one has an etiolated pale blue
tortoise shell
and the other one
has two too many legs
and is on fire

on the last day of agent's rice's mission for the fbi
in morocco
he calmly wraps the painting in brown butcher paper
slips the picture under his arm
and absconds from a remote exit
to hail a taxi on a nearby street
and makes his way to the train station
for departure


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in the dream

in the dream

i am visiting a museum of obscure poetic works which has taken over the famed winchester mystery house in san jose, california. i don't remember too much of what i viewed but a few things stuck out. one was a rambling japanese concrete poem which was made out of customized engraved and painted dominoes. as the dominoes fell, speakers intoned the characters along with the action (at least this is what we were being told). apparently the poem could also self-reset and also existed in its own sealed meandering chamber which randomly pierced walls and floors in the spirit of the original winchester house. another detail is that by (i guess) 'using magnets', sometimes the dominoes would be falling along the ceiling of their chamber instead of the floor.

the other part of the tour i remember pretty well, is finding (at random it seemed) a more secret part of the museum, or rather harder to get at.. i had to slip between two unmarked bookcases which of course were lined with books.. I remember seeing a whole set of maybe six hand-tooled green leather volumes that only had the word 'mud' (I,II,II,...) written in gold on the spines.. on the other side was a kind of great wooden visitors desk with an older couple attending, a man with a long white beard, and a young woman with a long white beard. the man wore a bright all red suit, like santa claus, and the woman wore an odd garment which appeared to be a single silken cord which wrapped and rewrapped around all the parts of her body. the main attraction of this 'secret area' apparently was a movie that was showing, and a group of photographs and a book display on the life of béla arisztid vojnich who according to the tour operators was a 2nd cousin to bela lugosi, well known in his time for his "spirtualist cinema writing" and his miraculous film, a gondolkodó füst. the strange part about the whole situation was that the spirit of mr. vojnich was supposedly in attendance, and it had to approve all entrants into the theater. there was a small shrine set up, in which a lovely and large bronze bust of the gentleman existed smoking a large calabash pipe. the shrine itself was nothing more than a heavy velvet cinema curtain drawn in a circle around the bust, but the pipe was smoking furiously, and as you watched it more and more, the bust looked much more real. at some point i felt like i had been having a conversation with the old man for some time, there was evidently some odd time contraction or etiolation, a smoky hand puffed freshly from the pipe led the way into the dim velvety interior, i followed obediently, and sat down to watch

a gondolkodo füst

which turned out to be a bit of a disappointment in one sense as i could not read the language at all, but the film was exquisitely beautiful. smoke would flow into words and then some of the words (or even letters) would change or leave or other words would be added; it was really something to watch. and the font somehow took into account the reality of the physics of smoke until you got the impression that the letters in this film may have been as large as 6 feet across each, each letter a filmed process in itself, montaged together into words, though sometimes the words seemed to form by themselves as a single process.. it was a very engrossing effect.

at the end as i left not just the theater but the whole museum
i found that i was not in san jose at all, but something which looked to my eye just like victoria falls

victoria falls as seen from the winchester mystery house


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Ticket of No Return

come to whole form in what
(Good thing.)
the whole radial cymbal mirror monocle
)Every year she is the age of her
"What is the term?"(
rouges is what
[temporary]
atemporal
;remarkably;
the uniquely surprising pastimes
"Non-oxidizing agents"
of non-ontological materiel
that reflects this coming into materiel
of the whole what
(This shows what this is all about
complete)

"out on the town"
("From the city")

the grey critiques are sharply dressed
/The diploma test was too fast/
and travel as a group
{long walk}
but
and
locally the ONE
*Comfortable*
appears more luxurious in evening clothes
and travelling ingognuto
+Do you have a tour operator?+
before the laut-lampen's lumpen quality
reflects perfectly
_In front of the lamp
It's full_
the swan
made of banana ice-cream

Those who are in the womb
In fact
Stay Altogether

Erosion is high non-philosophy
with Tags for the GUI
But, And
Lahaa La haha
Enjoy nightlife
And travel engineering
"Lute pump quality Lumen front"
It is a completely visible
Swan gravity cone
It is made of soft fruits


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the body

the microbiomes of the body
the viral communities of the body
the bacterial communities and their interactivites
the chemical soups
the dynamics of the soups and communities and microbiomes
the electrical impulses and quantum molecular behaviors
the gravitational interactions and the pulsing of pumps
the quantum-dynamical behaviors of the neural networkings
the neural skeins and sheathes
the hardened coagulations of bones teeth and cartilage
the implantations of metals and plastics in bones and teeth
the implantations of plastic in eyes and glass before the eyes
the layers of plant and animal fabrics and plastics on surfaces
the layers between and below and above surfaces
the motions of the body and its changing structures
the changing structures and liquidities and gasses of the body
the excretions and dynamics and compositions of the excretions
the microbiomes of the excretions
the inhaling and mixing and exhaling of the gases
the microbiomes of the gases
the desiccation of liquids upon the surfaces
the layers of the surfaces
the zoology of the surfaces and hair ecologies of the body


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roseant kluse

(the butter in vernaculars)

the bench were a carved
whole wood
an old woman laid all the way back
in her rocking chair
the wheeling eyebrowns lengthened
at the skids to perform their elastic sense
and give stability over the impromptu tripod nature
namely the two eyebrown skids and her hard carved
wooden hair bun column
and with her pointy boots kicked up in the air
it were no problem to make the heels smoking pipes
and they both smoked freely at the terminus

what use?
what use.
the trick i skidded on there was simple;
her hands were enormous and rotated
and would hold even a large man's buns
and that is the roseant kluse
but usually no man is present
no one is there in fact

usually
there is only an insectoid gargoyle
perched quietly on her foreheed

we're quiet wood
in the tuned noise

that is we
our knows
and all of it sits
so very still
the elastic is turned over
hard and fast
and still
and even the drunken eyebrowns
that specific loot
what lout knows call

still
it is
in the bravo's numbered nib


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fish feet, monkey hands

forced again or relax
and view the distant purple animal
whose legs cup the water
whose legs shelter the kidney water's
own native taj mahal
the saddle for the blue bean

do you feel it?
the purple animal releases a small vomit
into the green boat (the purple antler pilot dances there)
and how does the boat hang perfectly?
describe the angle of the boat
as it loads (silently vomit)
sitting still on the river
which follows the angle of the pyramid:

What is your name?
Mokupuni'u'uku (it comes from the top of the pyramid)

Because I wanted more and more
of mea'e mea'e

but there was a password problem

what is yours?

and then hopena'ino
the elegant pizza
fingers this, our flower dance

these men and women
took the lyspholt oath to brendan..

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another year, another boo?
Click a button below.

there are so many projects now
I am ho'ohui'ia
the hopeless one

the pizza


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the alien semantic densities

sanguine blood toad
would angular bars of lapis
lazarus duly
the warted sunglass
which has fallen
from the herm you crown

what is herman music
kissing itself
to the sound

to the sound of 'herman'

a scrim bisects the ledger
where the sill pierces
the till

sanguine by construction
sanguine by malady

a cat balances on this melody
in which the spheres are set apart
in rhetorical ratios

great toad crown
are you the redeemer of the new word
or just a lucky courtier?

a peg left standing
in the weird hall
of omnipotent language


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semiautomatic

child judas
black fish jazz
if the letter become one
with the rabelaisian
pun colony
the vanilla oxen
cherish

namely decadence
or play
until such time
until such time
that the chaff
newborn and perfect
figures out
the domestication
of the unicorn

child judas
couéian anthropologist
yields to the logogram
its indecomposable
layer structure
its image qua arabesque
a filter

how the ritual of writing
describes
its own alien becoming

all semiautomatic
manyu


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the rubricating louver

in the hose's glow
the silver chattel-fish rush by
nay by nay
glower by glower
their fel manes
to torture yellow tuffs
the scooped out language
of the pensive cloud

the hose is frictionless
or all friction and
our delight turns tightly
wound about its core
and things blossom
are born and destroyed
chattel longing
in the loose rush
from the hose

again
"horned bull acid dolphin"
is checked against the original manuscript
which says 'marchurial' (fraction-carte)
and then their teeth all bite down
on the good parts
of the baroness lictor longicornis


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the uninvited entertainers

so that now we eat partridges with bukharin
while the great spire of all that is possible
wends its terribly precise way to the center
of all things / the world is spinning wildly
to carnival itself upon the ringdove's
bizarre roast snipe compass (le / eel)
a color of the hill (el, hell, ill)
claude, the olives of light
sens auxerre

noon claw, nunca, nonsense, clever
the client advises the lawyer then
be of joy (try ink shamus)
and allow this flexibility
mexico city is one ear
and paris the other
of a strange half-invisible head
here on round island
the sockets of the sea skull persist
long after the nuts have fled

we have joined permanently
to cassandra where bukharin's joint of meat
extends beyond the door
running its seed rope along
the soil of the jjonnggalll fluor
trevi, trevi, the warm vapour sauntering
the aqua virgo is no more

grasp this cake with three fingers only
and raise it to the stone chin
so that the stalks of the schitzopodal judges
may linger upon its contradictions
before the mouth returns it
to folk imagery
air / wood / the middle bird
rally to the play

these habits escape psychology
to enter it anew
to refresh its lingering languor
its faculty of limbfolk who rage the bells
where the dun pressed immensity of creases
ring out only to be presented fomally
to constant shuttlings
immemorial shuttlings
the diligence and the vettura

dyad socket: imitate / m / mutate
partridge queen: immutate

now take the cake tube
with only two fingers

put your indices in the holes
imagine this, or consider
that my gymnastics teacher
taught me to run with both fists clenched
and placed tightly against my chest

you will not nullify the fungus seance
the jester fornicatus
which lives at the root of this sphere

as we are all implicated
in its hyphal assembly
nullity's nest will never lack caressers
rivers of ambition (all)

our lady of tears
will beat trimalchio
with a botanist
to end his possession

but john ray
will save
the living cup
its mud
flecked with glitter

even crisp and pure
the open area likens arena
and while bright
its denizens enlightened
the wholish gad would if a form
take if narke' cudd stupor
then level vendetta
to romance
and take cake upon

up and on
and by estimating the
mythical incubation
of this exotic savage


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A.N.T.

so just after the waitress
had pointed to the high sign
over the opening into the kitchen
we changed and were expected to
the sign said something inane like
'o what an ant we have in man' or
'man your ants' of which we were any
and expected to

to translate importantly
the contours of the golden idol
into language
and the idol was following us
and we it (and the fetish of our wits was a fit)
the waitress first held up the
ant black frame
so that it went all around
the molten star-shaped head
we noticed the slack oozing cheeks
melted cheese and gold made one
we noticed the long curved tubular nose
as if an owl and a golden sausage had conspired somehow
to say "penis-faced aurum" and yet the nose stood out
less as a gnomon of pure vulgarity or over-determination
a "never why but always who" feeling
and more as the handle for an unlikely tea cup
and the chin was patently invisible
it was there somewhere but optically
it had no contour
whatsoever

the eyes were enormous rubies
but somehow dull
the gold finding its way in from the back
in capillaries
the eyes seemed messy and ruined
you imagined these seeing you
much in the same way that a Klerksdorp sphere might
or a follower of the Klerksdorp spheres in short
it made one feel that the whole world was a ruin

(sign-monde-fraud)
like watching sergei eisenstein put on his pants in the morning

one lovely lady worker stood up finally
(joey heatherton) and began to bark
as the waitress moved the frame:
"the rest is all cobwebs, piles of trinkets, and jewelry"

another man scribbling: "we are its genitals"

joey: "we are its generative ornamentalia"

that's when i noticed james spader was with us
he was writing in a little notebook
it was a list:

fake phoenician
apollonian
ant buddha
pirate
'trap-idol'
lecher-hermit-idol-economy

james spader is wearing
john lennon glasses
with red lenses

then the waitress
just simply points
at the bloody murdered hermit
laid out across the floor
before the idol
rags for clothes
long claw like nails
and then the waitress opens her mouth
and makes a sound like a jammed wench

multiple tenses

so that we all stop taking notes
for our idol
another waitress comes carrying what looks
like an ordinary milk carton except a little larger
she stands it carefully on the old pirate's
antique chest
and opens it like a wardrode

inside is a lovely nude tony lady
all made of spoiled milk curd
like she's taking a shower in the sunshine
james spader's lenses suddenly turn green

i finally finish my own notes so that
in my own retelling of the idol's tale
the same idol is enormous
and sits glowering over a labyrinth
filled with gasoline
"gasoline beetles"
men and women in hazard suits with breathing
apparatus are coming in boats through canals
but the ants are waiting for them with torches
along the ornamental phoenician path

to the garden
where the little restaurant sits

what is more elegant
than an autonomous geometric form
which is never really independent from geometry
but still
most of philosophy goes out
within an abstract parlor

parlay then
with this
G

aim, aimée
it is very elegant to see the puppet
the golden idol
as it makes its sad way
around the groove in the sphere
declaring 'i make the groove'
'god(s) make(s) this groove'
aliens make this groove

i scribble it in my notebook again

actor
network
theory


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cometty

twas the minute before 4:20
namely 4:19
and Monique Gourgaud was painting
in her secret and ambiguous
planetary garden

sweet sheaves of pudding
sweet cones of delicious repast
twas the minute
and the minuteness of counting
that the Countess Gourgaud
was counting on
in this gorgon moment

when the whole gauche guache
should report of kosmon
should distill at last this guano nougat
unto plum and greengage tomato
of gory fang

for minutes count minutely
que strawberry strabere?
que strew very infordra:

they were 50 kilometres from Saint Christobel which,
although Hodgetts had moaned was “a bloody long way”
was, according to Jean-Jacques Boar, the best place
to hunt for a particular type of wild boar, one that he said
tasted of truffle. Hodgetts lay fast asleep.
Sanchez wondered how Natasha and the others
were getting on.

aye
the northern gold
the Lithuanian amber
allows instant travel
to where the gods congregate
and to reach the afterlife
of the truffle

twas the minute before 4:20
namely 4:19
and Monique Gourgaud was painting
in her secret and ambiguous
planetary gewgaw

conduco
conduco

with a face like gingerbread
and the voice
of a buffalo


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a fomenter poultice laid askance on polis

near the plaça major in pollença
the jumbled tensegrity
of magnetic knights templar
resembles a living metallic molecule
whose every head bond is singing
in old catalan

it is day
it is night
there are torches
there are sprays
of bougainvillea

the boulders
were mined out from under
the twin giant indigo larvae
whose eyelashes
naked capsule sails
sailor deafening
masthead captions

but near the plaça major in pollença
the fomenter arrives
in the form of an assembly of cloned
purple-robed petrarchan androids
whose learning laurel branches are lit
with pain jewels (tourists trapped in fireflies)
and they are undead
like a virus like poetry
they are sublime cell machines
which question with olive
face paddles each emblematic
curve or cure

the hilltop greathorn sounds

nah kaw, ou tonne
nah kaw, ou tonne
nah kaw, ou tonne

and they are in the evening of the beyonds
as schlepjot pollen covering the game
of wizened babbling skin shoes

and i kneel before the oval spillvenus
i kiss the oval (of no clock in hand)
where grey lampreys cluster
and mutter
i kiss the oval (of no clock in hand)
where orange fog festoons are compressed
into lickerish lichens dioramas
i kiss the oval
where its head opens out
into the sea
plugged strange and bitter
packed to the brim
with dolphin statuary

the contingency of meta-shadows

these smooth blue growling dogs
hang suspended by their jaw-clamps
from the various hair braids
of trans-oceanic
wine is poured on
and then a postage stamp
embarks
on its vision of taste
in the bewildered galactic
humangioma

the subtractive process
is additive
the unattractive process
is addictive

in the recess
i find a foaming date
addressing a spear-clutching
grasshopper
whose tremples toose
constusion


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In the dream

i detect i am somehow involved in the production of a film which combines two films of differing period by joseph losey, namely, the accident, and these are the damned, but with certain references to other films as well. i am close to the director who vaguely resembles sterling hayden, except with a slightly more elevated 'received pronunication'. i'm not his direct assistant, but something more strange, a kind of amanuensis of the absurd, an erstwhile bohemian script tweaker, yet strangely, there isn't much i can do, as the script is just rather appallingly square and seems to resist most of my suggestions. I do however get some of my changes in, for instance, the pipe-smoking white haired elderly dirk bogarde is lost in the ragusan canals in a sleek black wooden motor boat with the radioactive cricket-player and aristocrat michael york (subtly posing as the figure of the dying gaul for a moment in jest) discussing the inequalities of fate, when i have mr. bogarde recall a line from one of pindar's fragments: the earth is the lord's, and the fullness thereof; nothing is to be disparaged, nothing to be made different, of all the boons of the glorious earth, and of the rushing sea. to which mr. york responds: time is the best of champions.. and then i have them say in unison: to these fragments of uncertain class; and then give a small chuckle. and it seems to me that these are the only lines that i have been able to actually get into the film, which doesn't really anger me or anything like that as i am just so excited to be working on such a wonderful production. later in the film though, much later, i do finally get another suggestion to stick; the addition of a medium sized silver ankh brooch to viveca 'shirley' lindfors-field's blouse in a scene where dirk bogarde the charming but aging professor has spirited away the anti-ingénue sculptress from the enormous country home and underground radiation research facility owned by alexander knox who has them secretly followed by a robot he calls simply 'box'.. And in my final absurd 'coup de grâce', one which while drunk i convince the director is his own idea, i create the perfect ending; after the whole arc of the film dirk bogarde's youth has been restored through the use of a revolutionary radiation therapy and married the sculptress, and it is years later, and the professor is bringing their children in from a sudden rain, and across the street is what appears to be an old woman in rain gear with an umbrella though the rain has just begun, and then the camera closes in, and it is oliver reed, the sad and forlorn villain from ragusa who says: we are rivers crowned with vocal reeds; and then he turns and walks away, and then we hear the sound of a car horn, of skidding, and then a crash, an accident, then the credits roll.


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ode to an inphantilized reactionary horde

the leaves through solax studios
must drift briefly, firefly (barely listen)
the female avatar of the solar dream angel
moves through this world for a shutter
in the great and networking branches
as complexity for its own sake
insane spotted tree (hakim) to magic fever

(((((((((((((((((((what))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
oranono oganu orgy ogrish organon ogwala
(((((((((((((((((((when))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

bewilders the dumb the meek and the good
the cold the brutal and the indifferent
all who lay inphantilized in humwawa's wood
where solax studios listlessly lists their

actor's nights (high stadium-studium)

be natural
be natural
be natural
be natural

the leaves drift
through the ghost boundaries of the armless sages
the legless sage stones have fixed their attention
on a wandering copse of trees

together
and still nude
except for their matching black bowler hats
adam and eve (tusurthir)
for weeks on end
tour the adjoining rail lines
around london

there is tea in heaven
tease avatar
of black iron spider net foundation
in the capillaries the little black mother
multiplies herself (be narrturenarr)
as complexity for its own sake

unconscious of its own
as complexity transcends the operations
of its own determination

actor's nights
Alice Guy-Blaché touring Missouri
in 1924
in an open topped touring car

Nursing a Viper (1909)

kabuki
kabuki on fire
noh in ice cave
each anatomy of kris knife
bilah wilah hulu and warangka
to stab the problem
to release the demon

the lease drifts
(((((((((((((((((((who))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
oranono oganu orgy ogrish organon ogwala
(((((((((((((((((((where))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

these signatory laurel leaves
of Cyprus 4th century bc
in a gaming computer
on the faces of an irked vernacular gel
this foam which grew organically
and naturalistically
resists critique

so here is the cold void for you
and here is the cold and empty black
silence

to which you are forever wed
to which we are all web

and no spider


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all races losing interest in

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