the potent ogre of the present

the nothing line twisting to the heri
but
perum perum pert multaum
memnimnut nei non ner
peeslum pertumum
for beamish clod tips
se
et
ue
each pulsating hat
Maccus Buccus Manducus
Pappus Centunculus Dosseunus
and Isis

a double nail
a gorgon's mark on the stomach
and at the bottom of the cup
of the forehead
there is no berrigan
or thin minstrel policewomb

in these durations of unity
which subsect the plaster thyme
and chimer hinsmical derryoo
the aire's hircum vetulum capreis
en naturam ligurire

a hot stone
a hot potato
yanni laurel is
lanny quarles
and England's future
in bed

to the farce
which makes its waking
at the foot of her monument
the good things
which break the foot
all over
their jade boxes of pleasure
which they ceased
forgetting


https://www.facebook.com/lanny.quarles/posts/2204669239761037

that word i cant remember

poetry
is the theory
of daybreak

coyote
in the corkscrewing
oval
granite
hall

let that be a lesson to you
cloudwhite
and moonblue

as the parrots circle around
its naked bleeding awe

at every moment
the thing is born
and lest you not forget
it dies

stained in the fabric
of the endless
and auto-replicating string
or sting
where the third eye

gives way
to whole

whole catastrophe
it moved

it moved me
and moved you

and somehow
being is rapt
in the history
of a random
artefact


https://www.facebook.com/lanny.quarles/posts/2203398646554763

Volkswagen

there is one type
of uniform analysis
that provides evidence
that Joseph Beuys
stood close or very near
to the Dalai Lama

a sad cold sight they made
in the midst of the flaming mob

surreptitiously now
he opened the case of his watch
it was after ten

the trumpeter began to play

high in the air
an anvil
floated in the wind

John Dialogue
was also there
and stood silently
along with the rest

as the anvil
drifted lightly away

finally he turned to Beuys and spoke:
it gathers strength as it goes you know

the wind showed no signs of easing up
and the sails swelled and the rigging hummed
and the barque snored through the water

on the periphery

in a central and special circle
where the low wall has been hollowed
for a long time (the creature with its attending
doctors in the later periods) this
circular tunnel is a prelude
where the head and neck of the chariot pilot
are placed into a split-tale track so that the pilot
may see what is outside
the domain

in the center of the circle
is a gigantoid ass
a donkey carved from stone
and bound by carved fictional ropes
and there are a variety of real men
standing around with spears in their hands
looking doubtful
about where to stick them
but inside the great emblem statue
of the bound ass
the emblem of set
are deep shafts that run down
to lakes of snakes
and in these lakes
tumble
golden and rotary ushabti columns
suported by the collective force of the
wall of snakes

the creature
with its attending doctors
in the later periods

on the periphery
in the central
and special
circle

the charioteer
whose horse
is a cyclops
centaur

all forces are liable
to translate

Teatro Olimpico

if the weight
be trimmed to the line
and the spreading oculus of its wan
meniscus bleed this shoreline
fat eye tremor locus sole
image across our oxen sublime galaxy
in the entrance to space this herald

that place
the temple building worn as a mask
and that mask that opens to become
a proscenium

wavy wavy and spectral volcano boar's head
your sleek glass tusk cities
are in parallel
signs

the heavy dim eye of gravity
locuses your sorceror
this bass cumb bro thurn id
nod pid fut mit hutti yon mull wudd
this kudd flit dut zil hili lil ull ool sud
funoon

finoon and the chair
where in the air of this long haired chair
sat a long heired daimon blent of care
and the extre hair restial limbs
of its spread out
image galaxy particles

the whole weight in there
sun or cosmic eye blended
to a morning tea cliff view
or wooden place

the carved letters perform this in the foam
spashing
worms in a face
which sing
and their mouth pucks take on images

and heavy
their mouths drag the ground
until the lens bleeds

until white clover
moves softly around its blackened armptits

and they race that way
across the plain
in their folding

kiss limbs
the joyous and animal
exorcism

of all
but the knuckles
spreading out in desks
and libraries

a soft building


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poem for a hangar

(posody opp)

i am only
u / but / u
william basinski was meeting
fred schneider
at the hangar to discuss the eggs
which the feeling had been keeping
the moon (is the moon)
in a fabulous hangar
in which we were wondering
where i am
only u / but u
in the candles of the lodge
our specific circumstance
was leading on into dead-end
and neverending internecine conflicts
forever and i can live
with that and dance
my ass off to this melancholia
in which i am shorn like a sheep
of the silent mystery skin
of the hypersea

there are snails
growing together in space
on plymouth rock
the last scent we sing

this algae
brings us whole
we egg to hangar
teeter
freak dance
or gar din sprech
gesang
win node


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caverns humbled eel graal tumbles bubblets

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I'm out up pu shup shhhh. pupa el from stretching lightskins bunny sleek black fast unfunny hedge-a-money-tummy bummy lums the mandala across the lupine-hedging guppy whey, the floating chum stream in which they sea their severed faces in a tome and know deez nu odd she sive'

v

the current butterfly
binding sum
bunch forever this
non-concert

the system-we police
has enacted a standing timbre
a helium engine (a little bit of a soldier)
(in the village is eating scattered trees)

in the village / manta now
i'm eating it and I'm doing it
on their own
i'm going to blush it
with a little kolar or innocence

take milk in a bowl
soft as a lover
wearing a gray shirt
scurming the big country
where the lobster mouth painted

EYE NIGH
waltz forever in television
a blues greens cloth // avenues
drizzle together

green mandrake
the incantation's code physics
an unseemly orchid
gold-flecked
with scrums
of high-heeled
robot police


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bregor hlurr

agglutinize owl banyan
to the morning dark
a word's tin ear is a mote

amotinar the fool
lived in a castle which
held up a pool
a fine tuned mutiny
could be the laser

now the witty mott is mute
or rule (and cambio linger languor)
for dark owl hamburg
in dark owl frankenstein
with dark owl rio de janeiro
in any involuting sequence line
this reference pupa
is our #1 trusted brand
or bastard

the morning darkness
explores the shrouded sun
and in the dim lanes
of incandescent anonymity
the flames murr their murrs
and mow their mottos
until the mute muse will sing
of mad mutiny

take heap of mouse
bright owl
take exorschism of the mealy mouthed
meadow where its mountains lay courage
to towards
against and from
against and verses
amotinar the fool will lay by the pool
the pool is arisen as a shell
here there is hurtiggående

ong umming
heavy traffic
you taste agglutinize
owl gazelle truck maniarch
you taste metal
in your banyan


https://www.facebook.com/lanny.quarles/posts/2201556290072332

a tale of the inner idolatry captives

it was the morning of desire
in the late cold evening
of the universe
knight-sill cave-hull
jelly grasshopper
mint and clovery knee candor

morning is the time
wood unit to captured satraps
that i would meet my old friend
for coffee and conversation
at one of the indoor-outdoor
patio cafe's that clustered
themselves between the park
and the cemetery
wood-unit smoke-berry / louvre'
captain capsize the outsize
petty rain depth conclusions

it was the morning of desire
when Jean-Jacques Rousseau and
Armand Hammer would meet this way
in the stomach cave of a sacred hippo
piloted by divine child Kolanthes
wearing the triple-atef or hemhem crown
betokened in a long garment
betokened with a scarab necklace
and grasping a bird (betokened) [on the left]
and with an ankh in his right hand
said qindja to qrnati in the stomach

of your mind

but there is no consensus
on interpretation
or on anything else
and no natural progression
or 'unfolding' and there is
every possibility that the name
of this stomach mind's
(music)

is chiefly
of foreign
origin

bell-maim
Hugues Sambin
jelly-grasshopper
black speaker columns
partheno-details
in the mild strange
afternoon


https://www.facebook.com/lanny.quarles/posts/2200610036833624

À double tour

(for Claude Chabrol)

Leda's petite and modern home
the swan she calls it
contains so many random dioramas
clusters of dolls and statues
some collected others invented

there is a pile of straw stuffing
(suffering)
which somewhat resembles a wig
and an armless female doll wearing only
a sleeveless chiton

floor to ceiling brass shoji panels
held by inset rails
break up the space so that
in the French countryside
a strange memory a technique
is rekindled in the way that the rooms
may be assembled or disassembled at will
within limits

the ultimate no results in a family milieu
whereby all against all gives birth
to consequences the web of passion
is not so easily swept away
Kesshi-hachidai

Boolean algebra was invented before
the advent of electronic circuitry
and so it was born without a purpose
but it is not true that the mise-en-scène
takes precedence over psychology
but rather that there is a cryptic
relationship between the two
not necessarily an echo
and not necessarily not

consider the character
of the false cousin's name
Laszlo Kovacs (a character)
is the truth-telling of optics
also a character?

in 1959 Laszlo Kovacs
(a would-be cinematographer)
was still waiting for his footage
of the Hungarian revolution
to be shown on CBS

and Leda was long dead
and mostly immortal
having become one of those
incredibly strange creatures
who stopped living and became
mixed-up zombies

and there is that funny little echo
that stands guard over the platform
where the dolls are made
a version of a Boolean equation

a truth table
so that we can make a little house
with rooms
where sometime Leda is a swan
and sometime a harpy
and sometime both
and sometime
neither

and it could be said
among many other things
that design itself
is a double lock

a modern glass electrical insulator
placed forlornly
on its own miniature
and ornamental
carved Chinese pedestal
standing in for conversation
or poetry

or is it a delicate
and transparent vase?
this is how the broken mirror
remains a harpy (a swan)
the Garuda
returning to flight.


https://www.facebook.com/lanny.quarles/posts/2200415633519731

poetic judgement (example)

rab yimnu ra'ish bikit
rab yimnu rab yimnu
ra'ish bikit ra'ish bikit
rab yimnu bikit
bikit bikit bikit bikit

3 tablets

tether memes
to the cube gables
but let their svelte surfaces
engage in no prolonged contact
lest magnetic deposits accrete
damaging the virtual vector
palping sites

tether memes
to the curve switching arrays
but lubricate their tether hook assemblies
lest entanglements foster
virtual rotunda eddy points
delaying the informatic uptake sluices
in ceaselessly rotating false vortical
autonomies

tether memes
to the connective archival planar
segment arrays
remember to adjust planar density
accretion
such that tether harnessing
and resegmentalization
are performed to high standards
of info-pixel articulation
modulation

onto-tubulin spaces

i pull out a window from somewhere to an unknown dimension
where the entirety of space has been transformed into a container (more or less) for a fluxuating super-mass of rodlets of onto-tubulin.. individual rods are beings. they have independent movement by the manipulation of the total em spectra. their rod bodies follow lines arcs and curves. their bodies are flexible. they color code their rod-bodies from within. there is a complex and everchanging chromaspectral bandwidth language. they join together into super-tubes. their wars are conversations only. there is no way for one rodlet or supertube to kill or hurt any other. it is physically impossible given their physiology. the only thing they are able to do is to join together and to break apart, and to change their onto-chromatic rodlet mapping expressions.. they also create architectures and even collective machines on gargantuan scales. rodlet 'sleep-bridges' carry billions of their young into unknown parts of their universe, and they have recently had a mutation happen. the first single jointed rodlet was born. a holy event indeed. no one knows what this new and magical elbow portends...


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You can either play or (x) li

tumti-wäŋiw we suksi pala-δ'ï (x) mi wajŋi
So you (x) get rid of pop-ups and cats
This is a fact that we have just guessed (x) literally
or (x) feel free or (x) listen to (x) if we are śilmä tumti-lippi

These are the most commonly used for our customers
(x) to wajŋi toli-pala-δ'ümä kupsa-aśkili-muna
jīŋsi koska mińä se (x) ji emä tumti-sïksi poski suŋi
Where are you doing this? (x) li suksi jïŋsi mińä δ'ümä

spell-textual emä päjwä śala-uji-kala ïpt to (x) si
wäŋiw kupsa-game δ'ï (x) mi sïksi sïksi tuli śüδi to (x) li
Do you have a x-ray player?
(x) listen to a game player (x) ji ïpti suksi wäŋiw naï (x) li

(x) to (x) to a person who is a member of the society (x)
to (x) if the sala-lipid sala-kunśi kupsa-mi-toxi mosaic catalyst
b) (x) to maximize wajŋi jänti weti kala śüδi jänti üli
I have been in the middle of the world-we have been in the world

Tox δ'ï (x) m is not (x) is actually not
Woča jänti soski-match is a reflection
(x) molecular acceleration molecules (x) mi
kunśi sīksi jänti suŋi wajŋi pala-uji-suksi

emäkä käkä küäili kä (x) li kupsa-poski δ'ümä woča elä-pala-sala-mikksa
a-k-jīnti-suksi-so-called (x) heard (x)
(x) ligai meni-meni-δ'ümä game se (x) ji śilmä śilmä äjmä kala se (x) we are in the state of our language
What is the difference between x and si x-to-yala-śilmä?

(s) is a minimum of one
low-pressure coupling (x) li koska śüδi
contact information (x) as a business agent
knit toli-uji-jänti ke-mi-ka (x) li śilmä jnti

quote (x) we do not really have to know that we have
(x) play a game of play and play (x) li mun
This is a classic piece of sugar jersey
aśkili-tumti-uji-jīŋsi (x) ji jīŋsi naï (x) free download

or (x) play aśkili-śala-tuli-sosia player
śüδi ïpt when (x) is (x) excited that (x) is (x) is actually unaware
(x) se se (x) ji śala-tun śüδi pala-δ'ï (x) mi toli-tulla suksi tulip
mi-se (x) ji (x) li śala-δ'ümä click to enlarge toxi päjwä kunśi imi-soski-piksi

A total of (x) is posi min
wajŋi toli-aśkili-ïpti
blend-or (x) li el-sikksi
(x) li sos-δ'ümä emä

müksa üli juka śilmä pälä
b) (x) toxic smoke čečä
or (x) is x (x) li (x) li
most commonly used pura

The jet of the jet to xxxx is the metallic object
or (x) search for kupas-mi-piksi
When you are in a hurry, you will find it
δ'ï ​​(x) mi piksi meni-toxi

δ'ümä mi-ka (x) if x (x) li ï üli (x) li
meni-emä wajŋi päjwä jänti mun wajŋi
This is what we have done for our customers
play or (x) hear čečä pälä päjwä muna woča

limit janus

inuus fed the cup
and at each stump left a limit
that mood haunts the cup
of each communal dome
where they returned
again haunting

proud staff of many colors
low birth of many names
a wild innocula of incubo
here is shown
by a chaste threedo

this limits janus
the astral demon
who has invaded
the sponge-like mood flesh
of the pantheon's
coral brain envelope

and now inuus two
is too
and gives a knee wedge
woe ayan heep bye thee
o burthen rood
woe ayan heep bye thee

comely is the bird
supplanted by the screw-tail
and the fates' long lashes
take to calligraphy's neon
gothic hind-knot as a tunnel
hose to virid chyme

stretch out the limit janus
and twang it kraugazein

innuous
innuous
cluck-cheeked
and smithering
the sun-dipped palps


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in the dream

i am lost in new york after taking a strange elevator lined with bookshelves which has various pull chains and hidden handles. i end up first in an artist's 'cafe'-hotel' where i find a room and meet my twin for the first time, then, I get lost again, but this time mel brooks and fatty arbuckle are there to set me straight but it turns out they get me into more trouble. they show me how the entire city is actually berlin but is in brazil.. then i am very frightened as they are having me crawl with them over giant inflatable clear plastic pneumatic trash disposal systems which connect everything.. i go through mazes of painted escalators which look like old shredded taxi-cabs.. i get back in the book elevator, find my way to the "metropolitan opera" to see 'le jaundice' which my twin tells me is very good but sad.. i see a stain on the carpet at the met that looks like mel brooks.. the opera begins with a cannon ball being shot out of an enormous cannon.. it comes out like a bubble and cracks like an egg over the audience.. out comes venus with 'baby jaundice' on her shoulder.. 'baby jaundice' looks like a little boy dressed in seashell armor whose skin is made of gold underneath.. later i am drinking with my twin and he is telling me the story of how his art career went south after he saw 'baby jaundice'.. about a sculpture he made of a humanoid elephant set in a little wood whose trunk turns into a train locomotive, then a snake, and then fatty arbuckle mummified in trash..

perseus remember

my hair grows in winter
place the button's tiny pattern
and place clear radar west
to the three stars
the rod ends with pills but
has the luxury of venison
being held under milk and jupiter
inside the form of a silver colouring
flowing without a pattern
we have drown by erratusks
now the most beautiful voice
is called snimoso but the stars
are real stars

and the ears of a snake look like a man
and hypnosis copies of the vindemiyetarna
are copied from the dead - the snake will now
be damaged by remote connections
with legs and dogs

it is autumn now and the most difficult
bronze leaf blasts over his head
and even our clothes and doing injustice
have a gentle look

wow it seems that the trains to
west canterbury warned of a living memorial
to the left but now it's in a place and you go out
they are walking
look at yourself! three others in protest and
jheciyocecevi kepheanyokuni

there are two fish past bird and night
delphinus and nokia in the midst of the storm
and when you wake up the first bomb
exploded in a great confusion
she and her husband are traveling
perseus must remember such as this
but what is not known to that of the mother but the fund
the eyebrows of roof echo their star football soldier [leo]
who lives one awesome spy night but neighther heaovy
nor at the moment and the dust and the dead sea time
to rest in heaven [bird] [swan] because the wings
of hydrochous wing the wings quickly on orion before them
and to hold this pleiades and the sky and
the sea paradise head and women because
they are near -muntanja
which goes to the end of the mouth
[the search engine aquarius]

the power is stronger than horses however
his sister happy and comfortable admired her knees
like morning with the idea welcome welcome
this manok hottukolluttade leaves the throne however
as not all go to bowman ugandan district district
an extraordinary property - the aegoceros games
if i were the only guest but my hair grows in winter
and dia is dark angola in dealing with the balapanthadalli
it is our attitude that he was going to escape

they are the birds of birds
and prior to this since the beginning of the source
two of his friends have become his hands
seven people died at home
300 did not good leaders though close
are near the maya and although damage
disasters wind and sea breeze from the
beginning of the short summer to end goes on
the sun is the sun and also a face
"it's just snow but it is quiet." it is going to the world.

merope celaeno electra step fraught with fear
in the sunrise sky wheels the japanese cephias
it's inside it's night in a month your horse will stand up
but little huelo'awa her bird stars no
the pana sterope dolphins will perform a small gate
for vistirnadallide courses to the summer and to the west
that you can own and for one night have both in the sky
only available with a male background but i have
seven sets of clothes and i have a headline
at the bottom left but on the other hand
this bar of this month is less run by cynosure
which is very bored to cradle its speakers
with four brilliants each a cepheus
and the new ship is called
"but pound pre-glides Atri"

talarnnirannunnat removed the rest of his head
and placed it on a plate as a suggestion:
ottattinillenn exotic the woman kasipiliya ken number
of research at the end of the fifth star to the emperor!
he left for the crown for turkey
helies hand or terrorism purchase and transfer the equity
in the home of helios shoulders
he opened his mouth and put it on the bed
on the bed and bad ones are small
now proceed to the conclusion of and
at the same time he shows himself to the field
for upon every man his part if it is involved
the horizon becomes a golden age
to remain a strong bull's head to the old gods
and the royal seat his flesh was sweet in my arms
but pretty much every year in the sights of the
beginnings of the nation itself he lived his
shining face in the midst of you called ophiuchus
sugandhankeant the oblique and the silver
and a part of the bear does not naksatraniramulla
karimpatankeantulla tetiyettiyirikkunnu of this cancer
he was too short so divide the bone it is he said that
such avaykkumel stars are born romans who siday
iras'suyarttiyirunnu together but also the calm
the hands by water in birds must glow and is now
trimmed with sephiyas of a vintage vindijerrar
the bull as the lights were already looking for
peace promising had been explained to the phantom
when he comes home by aitihasikamayat harder
but in every way the elf 'informs katannupeakunnatinitaykku
of its cloudy cuvatilayirunnuvennum and the light
of the veyiluntayirunnuvennum is the beauty of that
which is just that when someone ivitekkentanennariyan
irukannum kronos was time to move but betrayed
kretzin the screenwriter and his own vocation as
belrriluntayirunnu mate and this pitching star

Skyline
Skyline

only the tail of the tail is classified
two near water wells the two features
of arctophylax windows keep going and we
are always on the knees placed by touching
the [axis] to change the shape of one
and the title is the darkest sky in both
our carakara drives but the moonlit night
the supernatural the princess astraea is looking at
half of the other symptoms of the many hippocrene
but now the seed of the child wept
in the modern search for the seeds of the mum
on the cheek of the isavrha horse or the other signs
of the vtkd from the beginning of the war it was
necessary for the necessary leaders to sput
you are right there are those who live in the back
and luxurious regions and the president
in the shiny championship of the no-name home
i added a background! the dragon is a cliché
and the goiter is the cruel head of the place
and the other i learned it's dead
it seems both large and late

THE UNINITIATED

at a short distance form
the soft castle its
golden arms lay severed
and arranged
in a simple emblem
of letter

the round and circulating letter
gave breath
where the painful nomen
of its cuff's dove
became in hand
a word the sword

in a graven castle of its soft
armless golden symbol
the will of its animal name
left no doubt unsure of itself
in the distance where
an eye would stop
cold upon the meadow
a measured warmth
knowledge as torso

these two loose mineral arms
are not images
and they were not removed
but designed to look severed
the original being
was the golden mechanical being
whose innards glided precisely
holding various volumes of solutions
and it moved about easily
in the flames of the sun

but these volumes were wove soft
once the egg of caput mortuum
were planned into the present sea
its black claw is president (black nail)
of no omniscient values

in space the black tree
twists at a single knee
space claims alchemy (poesy)
in its dream
of the lowest low
and the highest high
and the thigh of gold
is a livery box
with nothing inside
but little bodies dancing
broken and daunting
is the mood muse

and mute then they come out
where the angles starch (when)
guillotine muchroom stars

the glad echoes
these unique moments
are part of the recipe
whose strange knowledge
is the glean
of future air

and the little gold corpse
on a bed flame
is no map to unintended
consequences


https://www.facebook.com/lanny.quarles/posts/2197713420456619

useless writing

pondering this writing brush
lame foot
which suns itself longing

in the secret omega tiered beaches
where each thin sheet of ocean-water
washes equally up to its own
page-thin ocean-shore

stacked

so that the sun-sandal elongate
to become a lounge
for lame foot
writing brush

in the secret language-tiered omegas
where each thin sheet of replicated
lame foot writing brushes
places washes upon a pale grey slate roof

in the salt pan
a dying man
is half-encrusted in a salt cocoon

pondering his clumped up
salt feet (albino-hoof-sun-onyx)
the beating sun
the parched inkwell mouth

the dabs and dribs of blood
which deliver the hierarchies
to their final conclusions

somehow he perceives a vision
of medusa dressed as perseus
holding up this severed language
which like a head looks carved of stone

and there in the deep black ink eye pools
swim slick black sentences
neither lame nor fruitful
neither useless nor shield

space and language
united
in silence
as a scree of eyes
as a friction which slides easily
between the lines
of the fibers

ink-corporeal


https://www.facebook.com/lanny.quarles/posts/2196601210567840

Weird and Accidental Xanadus Gape From the Froth

in these airy leagues of vim
i dread become
terrified bristle up
the turtle's arms and legs
are every color of flame
this turtle has no shell
and the wide disc of its fire
is guarded at the edges by harpies
transparent statuary whose insides
are beatenholed with staircases
chocked with urogypid vimspeople
with jugs of vinegar
and thousands of them sing together
in the stairwells
all the way to the top where there's a small
observation deck
where the pattern becomes turbid
with whip tales and vinegar
with eyes sucking fire from the vimsveld

chemthy banther heap it up
round the bing kits red
moll the quai in jasperwheels
armadillos pull my sled
chemthy banther
batwing head pun
moss and pull and gomi
let the baby play in smoke
until its horns get gooey

they are all singing some variant
of this old song
and you can see the fire from anywhere
and it is
exactly the same fire
and it never stops
and they never stop coming to see it
but strangely no one ever stops

no one ever stops
to look at the signature
on the harpies
or maybe they do

there are white gasps
en whesco
inside a fluffy-gilled vinegaroon

hello yes hello
what? oh
it's for you
it's thelyphonida calling
from porlock
she wants her measureless
caverns returned

and she wants them
festombed with morlock kites
and eloys
hang gliding
down the enjangled
crevices

to its mouth
she wants them all
to become symbols
since they can be
nothing else


https://www.facebook.com/lanny.quarles/posts/2196131283948166

all icing, all insane, all the time

i love how
some people eschew things
that others capriciously
and absolutely don't
because they already know
how little difference it makes..
when was last time
you sat down
and talked
with a toad?

and by the way
no difference at all
makes all the difference
to everything...

who who coo

(not those who coo)

largely indifferent
as if every absolute meaning
had been rectified by kin
the huge and piebald
spider lamb is rife
for shearing
but plays the trumpet instead
little bliss tuffet
playing her curds
her whey
when along came a miser
a dude some advisor
"no one is wiser"
than being at play

so while she plays
we shear the spider lamb
and shooting silk everywhere
all at once

she is
who who coo
and oui
who kookoo

pecking their grain heads

(testia fabulum)

sperlonga sperlonga
its hooch snatch to cut
and paste the weird generals
for collage in the grotto's
triclinium takes polyphemus
an awfully long time (gasp for you)
because he runs and he runs
and he runs and then trips
on being the forking emperor's
psyclops pasquino paste tube
"touring the virineurocouturobouros
in a hovering wineskin animal
is hard wordk" cries polyphemus
the great and single eyeball removed
and its socket speaking
its hooch snatch its party patch
let's get the wineskins dancing
cut and paste their weird animal generals
around this gaunt figure
and then again around this decadent
cave stone triskelion table island
around this monster on a plate
made of physical symbols
transcending themselves
by negating all transcendence

o slick spurting black dolphin
imbued with white and abstract
calligraphy markings
do you watch the strange beasts
in their droning wineskin variances
do you pause
in the pool
on the banks of the open air dining room
to let them know

that you have sensitive ears
and are being poisoned
slowly
year after year
the way you would
say
a family member
"touring the virineurocouturobouros
in a hovering wineskin animal
is hard wordk" cries polyphemus
the great and single eyeball removed
and its socket speaking

Odysseus
is craft beer
and I do worship matter
its wonder, beauty, mystery, etc
and yet I remain very nihilistic
as man is patently clown-like
assish, loathesome / gross
and callow

but a farce will hang
just like any other tassle

in the tree
of the energy beast
from beyond time
sperlonga sperlonga


https://www.facebook.com/lanny.quarles/posts/2195560530671908

neat and crisp (displaced)

imhotep neat gland
imuthes immutassel
ifinmootha nuthah
now - line

neat upright glide
the reed pen
the back spine

when the din of spines
gather their organs to the paper
fame made imhotep a god
neat gland
land the paper
technique will the character
and character will describe
the technique

neat
crisp
folded
rolled

the ink is pounding in my head
my nib is cracking
my nib my nub is splitting open
in agony

glide smooth
lie
let the reed pen die for you
remain aloof in the characters
describe the technique
of the ink death

shave your head
gather your utensils
your thigh tablets
your book knees
spread your caftan out before you
in a spray of terms

clay duck and snake entwined inkwell
clay hippo and lion attacking inkwell
clay cheetah lounging in the sun inkwell
clay supplicant head down inkwell
clay foot asevered inkwell

stone
stone sphere inkwell

blue stone
blue ink
the clouds of fireflies

this stylus
to be fogbound
in the valleys

the language that spreads
from the perpendicular

and its sister angles

organ eyes
with raised hands
speaks to
character hands
with raised eyes

under the gaze
over the maze

imhotep was no one
someone
the organ is a character


https://www.facebook.com/lanny.quarles/posts/2193937370834224

in the dream (i laugh alone in the hillside)

in the dream
the poet refrains
from insulting harudja
this harudja with
glass chin bear handles
lest she become
hymn

the club

it was the wreck in a navy color he telephoned
great pieces of the canyon laid with twenty versions of the sea
this text cut / the sea and oil swirling to the multiple bows
still held fast to the rocks and winking the stern awash
in blinking was apparently sinking

nodd

and all around
was the vast slick glowing
the bright sunlight smoothed away
by the horse latitudes that tumbled
from the atlantic beyond
and musing away to the south
must present an even more massive threat
to the cave of coves
of the West

the savage club

the ruby lodge
in the front of its neck

all of the wreck is in a navy color
he cried
into the tel-fone

with its spinning rings
of albino grackles
harnessed to the sparkling springs
that ran deep into the mountainside
then jutted abrubtly into space

where the weird face lingered
and leered
immeasureably


https://www.facebook.com/lanny.quarles/posts/2193030870924874

to bwone or phillit a fish inside a chryshalicht

grating the road
onion with celebrity
on the road our cheese
is loose crumble
alexander the great
and mincing across the stage
myth with a hint of lawyer
revenge softened
with optics diurnal unconscious
catastrophe and panty-hose
grating on your pearl
wart truffle war machine mind
boot snail corybiscante dante
and dudley do wrong ever
macadam dixie wheel covers
latin for cover with and in
deep rotunda afro except
that why is why a wood carving
is why a primitive and animated
and carved wooden mechanical
guardian statue
a kind of painted and ancient greek robot
and also and i know
the ticues are pleating beyond
the subjective pleonasm of the
hobbled vox of the personal camera
frame wave cody
can the earth deep star
hue its pongeur
where ther whither here up ber right
oud clamp forehad damp ud
would thousands of clay cave lampsteads
wander out to where the perfume genius
tells alladin and the sinking of the titanic
to catwoman before the burning effigy
of its strained silver puppet language
grating the pearl robot poet
onto its own road toast
when singularity prehend
its perverse inbreeding treaticle
and din that sup
clap and clay would fang and claw together
at the clue
non-linear detail
info-scooping
i love you
a great smoking cauldron
whose externality is inscribed
with the circuitous internality
give science its superlative animistic
cumula
and where the bock reference the tangle
cudd harmonic regract
or gork angle hole
this sandakati is gruse om
grun und om grom omp opoppy
sandakatisandakatisandakati
sandakalisandakatisandakati
sandakatisandakalisandakati
sandakatisandakatisandakali
sandakalisandakatisandakati
sandakatisandakavisandakaki

grief bouquet as sunrise
that possible shed
the emblem hair of ancient egyptian
youth

and like a fat wobbly sobbly
cartoon sperm cell
it is a speech bubble
containing only hair
and the connections between all things
until the connections replace the things
until the replacing

it is the only thing
that wood guardian event-science
will eventually robot
to anthem (with a gruk-thak-ock)

the replacing becomes
gitanearemos
katodstråleoscillograf
చోరుడు
exsultarere
𐍃𐌴𐍈𐌿𐌽

we blanket the earth
and keep it warm

we dizzy yoongo
disiungo

it is bound and directed
by its unbounding
and misdirected
allistáu tao podprá

o
ode
confodio
(road/grate)
pignorantinterponga


https://www.facebook.com/lanny.quarles/posts/2193005470927414

in the dream (poetry version)

at night in the long racks of warehouse parties
poor and wayward wrestlers stream in
from the countryside
their poor torn and dusty leotards
marked with the colors each
of their own persona

revelers gather in tiers
to watch the glom
and rasp
of human puzzle pieces
as each an asp

does the floor in failure
match
an oracle

and next door instead
others lay in beds
drinking wine from huge carved cucumbers
watching old broadway musicals
and ecstatic dancing

the plays are held on packing crates
and large wooden discs
presided over by huge
misshapen candle golems

our light is blob
and poor
and warehouse

theater
and wrestly

Scribbling Kyphosis in the Margins

Square North Exit
Nicardo Vicious
Report on the status quo
How can you feel the feeling
Of your husband’s Wu Jing birds?
His crystal back remains convex.
You think, 'How can this step card minister
Stain me?' I am already lower
Than the book whose Four meanings know
I'm Allowed a lower ratio than a Nasu Tile
A Low Tile
Control is expensive love
The dwarf cylinder is the line's
Vegetable drama
A vegetable demise play
Dwarf masts and wild herbs
The product is love hedge
Growing in an Evil Shoreline
Be determined by early
High color country
For the penalty capsule's friend
Says This is a lively float Piano
There is no point
In the diagnosis
These Wu Ming birds
are twisted laminate
which squeeze yours bags
as you exit


https://www.facebook.com/lanny.quarles/posts/2188858184675476

La casa sin fronteras

(for Tom W Lewis)

To Eικόνες(!), it is never quite clear
whether The Organization is part
of the government, a secret society,
or something else. Whatever it is,
it is powerful, and does not take
disobedience lightly.

Eικόνες(!), a wealthy former mental patient
goes home to her estate to rest and recuperate.
While walking the grounds one day she hears
the screams of a woman coming from underneath
the ground who has been buried alive.
Her family, however, refuses to believe her story,
and sees the incident as an opportunity to prove
the woman's mind has snapped so they can take
control of her money.

Eικόνες(!) makes a resolution to herself
to create a slapstick comedy lampooning
bureaucracy and the madness of everyday life
and so, centers her own story on an escaped
lunatic (Being There!) who digs up the streets
of every city with a pneumatic drill.
Eικόνες(!)'s random excavations set off a
chain reaction of political pandemonium,
as her family, the Organization, and numerous
other well-managed secret societies, or
misguided government agencies rush
to assist and claim credit for the project..

In the end Eικόνες(!) laughs at them all.
"And they told me nothing was holy any more.."


https://www.facebook.com/lanny.quarles/posts/2188541418040486

in Chizilgan's Rasms

condillac to flux
in the ironies of a beaugency
laying aside all
preconceived notions
substance attributes and modes
where sagas continue underground
great antennae

to weel the far off distant shore or age
when these very atoms
scalabis infectus
will pull themselves apart
in the shopfronts and windows
of these insane old suns
window dressings of the poor
galactic biography
rousseau tutoring the sons
of the provost of the police
known as monsieur de mably

y mab darogan (please come)
to the cone of light
y mab darogan (please come)
to the cone of light

your order is ready
and the nasal pain
and nasal pleasure

of this empty statue
the traits of its stains
as we flick on its senses one by one
and even these
when they oppose one another

we give
a single
opposing name
to itself ourself
in llawgoch
and high in the andes

in that lake where the golden boats grow
we leave our trash
good trash
and it rots there
and everybody knows

what a wild and exotic man
ruled by magic and emotion
is o wane before heddlinggameteeto
me
to
owain is hiding
owain is hiding
in la venta

in tobasco
where they have hunted him like a deer
shed mall gear mush bed shaul sheer gust
and we all wear our smoke mustaches

and become lines
fraternizzammopersorbendum
alas in gold we ache
the рейсфедер

the pen labrys shep
the zangao who blackmails
the time broker

'we make it your smoke'

chair charm
ear mare
chimaira
it is hymn i hear
it is chin i fear
air charm
my charon

poetic justice or monstrous chassis?

(another poem about david hume and the ancient levant)

even if he were to fire
tulip frankenstein yeti
and then have moiety
commingler tingler
and his investigation
put on ice and even if
as is disturbingly possible
there be congress with nothing
the coin prosecution would
continue even if bull trumbo wad
pardons coin the information
the gastrocheires have on him
can become the basis for charges
against others in bulltrumbowadlia
in constant conjunction

a void in sample (home)

hume sat custom
in his constant conjunction
where the dhghomos qua(ghom)
skews ksha-what-chthon-where
the heavy stone wheels turn on their pylons
within the cave where the honey drip drum
takes no mind pelf to rid them
of their heavy bee beards the idols
of their sacrilicious grids of hexes

hume was pale and beautiful
to the tall turban shower wall
the tile tessellate mantra of the angle vowel
the motte-and-bailey of their derby dose
Uksichan

hume took glory in the high ceiling'd
shower vault
while inside of the faux volcano
where mechanical skeletons danced
and brought him down
to enter the windsphere
of the pearl of whimsy
hume sat (gadfly llama michaux)
custom (of ornate hunchbach)
in the kunst ant conjugation
where the dingamos
gives telechine gastrocheiros
to a tail

he looked at a tale
and he looked at a picture
these molecules
of mince wool
of polyxo taming lycurgos
before a blank telescope

would make of home
a tender example
while the whole remains
a void in sample

peace more
is by the wishful plant
than by its dream (seed anvil of neck basket)
that you wake in a vision
where lovely shapes enfold
special and unique construction

the flower
tuned with or to
or into from of
no veiled invocation
the exact veil
the pivot which forces
all for wrong
in both sides

zerspanungflexure
and
hornhearted
cudhume
in silk cloud head
murmur
its accident axiom


https://www.facebook.com/lanny.quarles/posts/2187814058113222

Hamlet's Mill

what undulating terrazzo
conceals your mystic sink
is it a gourd form?
is it a blink?
is your odalisque a mink?
or the photo of a mountain
from which you drink?
spigots may pass easily
through photos or mirrors
produced in a variety of manners

plants may rush forward
to hide the nozzle
but the plate-lipped terrazzo sustains
a tiny garden of lithop brains
lithop mandala burning bright
i see your luminous cloven hooves
raised up from vermiculite
succulent corals whose
soap-like wines run skinny
with hands
whose spigot is this
tucked like venus in a clam?
conserve water!
claims every lithop
in its brain

the water is in pan
the good water is in pan
its backward folding leg stools
fit no mere mortal plan
but instead produce
an exquisite furnishing
of cosmographic oddments

so that around the pocculent portholes
there are caperberries living on the wall
and wild free-standing mistletow and~
terrazzo! terrazzo! all down the hall
so that even the roundiest stairs
must be terrazzo and in pairs
and the bannister
a carved stone snake
fits nicely in your hand
and resumes its saunter
on down to the divan
which is in fact a languid caravan
of cushions held by svelte berceaus
terrazzo! terrazzo!
and on and non it goes!


https://www.facebook.com/lanny.quarles/posts/2186369211591040

Bernard the Mediatrix

Captain Dapelo swam
to Old Woman's Rock
when the 701 ton barque
the Bernardo had slammed
onto Annett's currmingly skurff
where he was rescued
by the islanders of St. Agnes
all crew but captain were lost
and he could only chatter
neptuno mi capisce! nessuno!
as the healthy young nurses whisked away
his pantaloni della tempesta
so that his merry lingo swam
to tea to curry lamb to blankets
in among the sailors and nurses
and he felt a presence there
in the silent spirit of his own
repressed weeping how could
none of them have known
(who best among the gods could swim?)
non c'erano nuotatori nella mia barca?
and he reached out for the pint
in the pint of the din in the den
and he cried, Sopravvivo!

(life's opera)

all things pass through
abundant sunshine
and every sign
is a door
to every other sign
here the seal of abandonment
was a seal
a mammal with fins in the sea
wearing a halo
a heavy clunky solid gold halo
with jewels
but which somehow floated
as it barked and honked and played
in the silly foam

la grazia è il suo unico dogma
perché la grazia è la stupidità

and beauty the mortar


https://www.facebook.com/lanny.quarles/posts/2185873864973908

orvet-orvet

my comely tinguely slowwworm
orvet
a somehow (purely wild)
a transcendentranscendence

monono
you will not be
parallel but
would your left hand
squint would
your mind of light
come back again into this
warm and infinitely fecund
darkness with me

o orvet
you ardent animal
you mixture of jelly and gemstone
in a clinch

but what is trouble
to a lady jester
to a monstrum vester
and possibly feminine
too quick
the poly dulco
condulco dulcavi dulcator
all things are true
even lies exist

but nothing fools you
o orvet could you
yan the tyan
and tethera the methera
would you my sprinkle also
pimp the sethera to the lethera
who will hovera as a dovera and dick
the yan-a-dick with a tyan-a-dick
whose tethera-a-dick gave a methera-a-dick
a bumfit

and dear orvet would you
yan-a-bumfit with a tyan-a-bumfit
and tethera-a-bumfit
where the methera-bumfit

meets the giggot
on the hattree
where it roaved
from vine avore

orvet you are
a bero-bed
a nean pur-purny
treu-iller


https://www.facebook.com/lanny.quarles/posts/2185698624991432

psychoses monopole (groundblobs)

looped groin fish manoeuvre
this date whatever it is
is the illuminated paper of wax
the seed baby died in
for sweets in a mouth
i have a little time for snorkeling
smoking gluing rice into the hay
to greece who is aware
of her californian harmonics
the decidedly blue monument
whose cloven box conceals
the black psychic meat
of the monotaur of punt
the patulkošot gevrekliği
whose chattering oyster-lamb's
schitzopodal eyeball snakes
must be zippered open
at the border with sanity
to reveal their rows and rows
of megváltozik VOTONS
these votons here are sleeping
hot cans balanced in the limbs
which stream and screech and meander
to the cherry bells and the lice
has covered their faces
pages its rue ear clue
istruire clueless
lentimental
rooms scattered over an ovary
each with a golden clog

I have a little time for diving
Smoke into the mud
To know who knows
Rippled bones
When is this
It is a colorful paper paper
The ear of Johnny's ears is the magazine
No transparency Thankfulness
Black Sakako meat
In the entire minotaur
The calves of pottery makers
wear Eye Pores
Must be opened
a special paper wraps the meat
and does its talking


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mantika claveteando

encouraging leg valves hole
to the intirlictitating mirminiminum
dial to dial sundial and steamsphere
axle tropasm vooid as impoid visions'
seraph-u-tilt them gains wazzoo hid tepe
evacuarla ken to the bitter soft stars their fur
fruit eternal obsidian assembling at its will to water
by the word in sequence and laying down
against the void so as to animal its plain
fat by flat and back again (the tense hair)
obsidian letter gear to germinating threadbare
haucet en gly cool jaemph dray would be common
to the white trees which push up past life into the
dark and ringing dome amojamar estless ustfuel
aboard the piercing pink needle in its face
what subtle object and logic viewed in the confining
map sequence will shine its savior gold a next unsureness
wanto ముమ్మూడు
we mood you wemo woo
we mud you into whole
by finch its scarrels cole
swete musk ox along with play
acts turbinum
kickly quicksand seraphoss
the kirming oossle fed
thit findit


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sex-event-cacophony-monument

in the advent that
if it were an accidental idea
that the origin of
would the universe be thinking
otherwise or elsewhere
it is unknown
the frame can be very large
and the feeling overwelming
but much underwrought
there are several all-
expanding details as such
it is difficult
to understand
what should the idea be
of the nature of the building blocks
and their environment
let's just say we may not exist
if it were an advent
expanding to what
what would thinking eventually
be thinking there
is no question this


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in moon place

it is well known for instance that the first truly symbolic book still lives and goes about its daily business on a remote island where its body is conjoined lovingly into the still and majestic construction of the cuddstif stoonammiform apartmental neo-altar which has recessed itself into a hole at the center of the island leaving the rest of the island wild howling and bleak by ego but a disdain to any plight what empyre refer for that mid-drift is a gough and a stoa a coral stoa and a meander run up on land gradually the slow and monumentally crumbling steps up from atlantis its eyebrow beards are jellied with mermaids squellies the various ouarles (weels) to a deepstub and laying out some random emblems of another courtly dirge a sea song whose mistaken spellings know true winged tongue but ones which are lost in dreams whereby the ghostly citizens mimic anemone and do no trash to cave and are castaways all the light guts savvy into their roots and have their eyes straight down into the individual grains as the agents of the mainland are likely to do anything their mindpelf being anynought more than a sludge canon's non anon and pearl to a lumpen crooking but the kynbuk supports a snaking roof where its weird spine soothes singingly and it can slip upright from all constables of force in an instant to table its awares to the slips of atoms in the airs and to whatever gas unites the eyes to an all-sympolic pad the lest leer of an all-symbolic bad which its forced pressure has rose by in a particular painting and as all roses of as if the sound suppled should supple ruled out a reclining odalisque and took talk in a flaming starfish ruse rose rush kindled ever by the peregrine rose and in its audrey countenance an indigo with indigo lions backwards and up the saint nib to its lickerish atlantis staircase the letter in the navel of the island and what no naval stood by in the case its sharp locks lingering to wit a word is a factory two tongues for one and gifting three more souls to the jellies that rug in the divan of its nearest never could never seethe it never draw out its line to the lane where the in be to the ain what the on would stay to the inn its every out would a hoarcastle and be in two their theor thrice a nander un islands cuss out all by light like a swollen sun for they are joy wranped rup do a harvest tessle but coral retracted in their belly to the tongues that came form from the mainland they are none they are staid in gussy plight where we as one in the singular all perform daily they piss in the mist and can be glands but the we of the book in door-swinging emblem get it mad and that's atlas to a wide eyed hotel and bandicoots get their peels all glittery and they go up twisty sockets to see strange vistas and hold their peels to lickerish postures and say this anyshape would durl a do rup license and it would spread by dint of a dinty durly mane a good thing like a transparent fang leading a gecko comet and so how does a tsunami act like a fang in the navel of william blake its cynicism carving wood to a satire digging archaeology into a satyr the minimal photon is 3 o lion pillow-flecked and glittered with external jitney kidneys a starfish in the globe theater


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doving into the piss

lapidary gronkules
give out into the piss
what shoulder would i burthen with an eye
from beja to blemmye
what stream?
what rank?

and min pierced ontoids
do flow still
whatever shape is available
for you / it is the shape
of least resistance / come to
in gronkules of exquisite
incontraffattibili

circumsiluerant garz
receives the payment in hornbills

hornbills like pizzles in a screen
pixies amorous
in a gargantuan and storm-like orgy
of smooth featureless pebbles

scapegoats
in landscapes
like polished orbs they gather
around indentations
inverted and sinking cones
in the sand
and they chant to the frames
in short specific tones

consentio consentio
"i plot or conspire"


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semiotic singularities apparently only exist in 'far-from equlibrium' conditions, hence, cascading polarity arrays, including cascading shadow impasse arrays spreading memic hypo-extension camouflage conjugates seem to proliferate.. once umwelts reach a sufficient sphericity their tendencies to build and destroy become confused as the apparatchik of social transduction ie trans-subjectivity fails to collapse creativity and destruction into a single categorical nomen, ie generativity which gets pushed into transcendence.. meanwhile materiality itself remains transcendent at least from any given historicist perception of aggregates en mass.. ie we fail to accept that exteriority is always already an interiority of the collective ect,, hence sphericity remains an unconscious tensegrity, ie a game which cannot recognize its own pieces or rules.. etc.. again recapitulation of the far-from-equlibrium conditions which give rise the event in question in the first place..

varman hoot doss

(primitive mind poem)

wetiko varman
ralu ralu long chain
petro varman hootku
gong chao lo
in shallow zebra stripe
ink trough

who is your angel
which looks like my demon
who is your hudoq
is it mammon second particle beast
courting language copulation conundrum
in objects

how do you print bodies in the sea
all behaviors all logics
are protocols inhabiting
image architecture
your long house is code
your wetiko disease plague
is a shape which squeezes
the entrails of your mind
which is a hooting bird
made of leather
old shoes become a masque
inhabited by a spirit
made of old wind chimes
from foreign movies
all these people are foreigners
in the true heartland of semiosis

in the deep jungle
the wizard knows
the universe
is made of signs

but knowledge is not power
both do not exist

there is only image
knowledge
and power
are both illusions
there is only image

logic shapes
behaviors
and protocol spirits
from top to bottom

even an atom
is a special kind of dancer


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les briga(n)des des stupéfiants

random earth clean?
the tax-havens have you say
do you know marco personally?
lemon tree very pretty
in cimbrian
in venice the langoustines
are very green this time of year
moi txell gloabet
ke dar mage vinzarn

in the long langoustine limousine
its two-leg company meets marco
for the first time

what's to with it? he says
business. he croaks
i want to dance with you.

then when you are in existence
we will have done business before

something bumpy
very valuable
intanto~
béertighedich!

here are the green languostine toreadors!
the realtors are peering into the little shoe
there is flute
supercomposition
scattering

(a thin train whistle, put your hands up)

a flake whose sales are waning
upon the wax
of the gestured bust
its broken dishes meet for the first time
marco conjoined with the column

and the night lounge
that long green lobster of a word
padded
its cells germane
its noise and message united
but also untied
in the story of rigoletto
the hunch-backed court jester
whose beautiful daughter

invokes a soft martini jazz version
of wagner's ride of the valkyries
someone who had a name
h-35-40

what were his lungs?
for a start
gilda and marco
are both radioactive fictions
opium of the masses
as they say

and only rigoletto
in the end
is real

but his curse refers to something
quite alien
a "perhaps" which relates in various ways
to lost details of various kinds
the artistic crisis
of contardo barbieri for example
or the fact that
in the universal opera of molecularity
our true myth

there is a field of combination
where
as languages lost and found
for all times

it is blanche herself
who is disguised as saltabadil
and who attends
the mass of the long green langoustine
its whole mass is
guo fu
in the great temple
of supercompostion

where feeling is refined
into rhapsody
as the cimbrians confute
in their ambia

(birds, sounds, in commotion)


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/poem scene

two well dressed english gentlemen are sitting in a southeast asian bar in the 1960's they could be trevor howard and e.g. marshall.. their table has a red table cloth with a gold insignia in the center, and a rock-inflected dance band (the bikini wrestlers) plays knock-offs in the near distance. let's say trevor howard is talking about why he became an international narco agent.. his kid brother drooling for a hit, worthless.. e.g. seems non-plussed, he's blandly moral. if he were a fish, this job just happened to be the particular channel he swam up.

/denouement

a huge bald-headed asian maître d' / danceclub bouncer thug in a perfect black tux and wraparound black sunglasses at night comes to their table with a telephone and says:

which of you are senorita jones?

to which e.g. marshall replies:

we both are, collectively.

/meaning

the meaning is complicated by the existence of several conflicting elements in the scene.

one man will be forced to leave from the information conveyed from the phone call so the collective english gentleman known as senorita jones must play rock paper scissors with itself.

e.g. marshall loses.

during this entire situation, the asian maître d' bouncer-thug keeps neurotically playing the stone paper game with himself but using a white handkerchief as the paper element and his fist as the rock (of course) which he dramatically reveals over and over like a waiter revealing a ham, or a pheasant.

at the end of the scene
as the bouncer turns to go
following e.g. marshall into parts unknown
you clearly see the twin black handles
of a pair of scissors surreptitiously poking out
from his jacket pocket
and somehow you get the idea
that one half of senorita jones

is about to become
for the sake of an example
a red dancer
ala kalamatiano
cooperio
couvert

oh very couvert...


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droscony feldt

in the apocopated
earwax likeness
executed flashmop style
in the stain one finds
'little conspiracies' (mob-pomes)
drowned lovingly in the smell
its finality hirsute
jacked one eye punk tour
to which the cyclops replied
psyche in resonant
would gleam: 'no point'
and no converastion to conclusis
quotes but asp /mistake/
seethe the line upon cleopatra's breast
and then remark upon marcus antonius
thusly: wouldst a cave of demons
be more plantonic than a brane?

grow.
appressare bitáshtʼóózh

I have no ivory for your wetsill.
I have no latch of cross-hatch
for your lame path through
the sacred wood
whose map
is your only mask
only singularity known
and by which ignorance spread
unknown [governance]
how bright is knowledge
that it works its boar's head deeper
to the fumes
and gilds its wings
in britar (appalled by pauses)
for what is arisen on the horizon
this day is proud dog bull
canicula peep
from watery star jar

early on the mixture
grew its toil
and now a bastion it clings (lid-borne)
as the bastard wadstone hurtles on
cleaving its breath into more
and more (castigates)
ill-littoral primordia

ameuter beak
to commuter grazelle
fexistimo


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Bill Cosby in the Underworld

In Limehouse
Where jellomeat junkies love to play
In Limehouse
Where you can hear those blues all day
And they seem all around
Like a long long sigh
Queer sob sound
Oh Honey Lamb they seem to cry
from their bee lamb hive

Oh! Limehouse kid
Oh! Oh! Oh! Limehouse kid
Going the way that the rest of them did
Poor broken blossom sucker and nobody's child
Haunting and taunting you're just kind of wild
Oh! Oh! Oh! feral Limehouse blues
I've the real Limehouse blues
Learned from insect junkies those sad jellomeat blues
Rings on your fingers and tears for your toes
That is the story of old junky town.

Oh Dearie
Right here in orange blossom land
I'm weary
'Cause no one seems to understand
And those weird jellomeat blues
Never go away
Sad mad blues
For all the while they seem to say
jellomeat crazy i'll be a bee lamb
in a jellomeat sea

i'm crazy like a bed bug
in a green green skin
and honey you drowned me
in flowers again

so shave my hide
and careful the stinger
Oh Honey Lamb
I'm the Limehouse kid


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hyle kosmon do

my complexity says this is sad
and mostly preventable

it could have been more absent
more

quiet
empty
serene

but you know beauty

beauty really doesn't give a fuck
and it is
fairly absent
really

sort of a joke actually
in the scale department


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the goal of crystallization

is to produce a well-ordered crystal that is lacking

ex-gorgon lucida camera I was there / plage fetch sweeping idiom of I was there chromosphere companions looped snake multi-orifice liminal rotary vibrotron or 'hangar tongue' of ouro-bouric media content loops can you guess (field stall trial) available machinery investments idyll for organ-bearing tirades organic reformation code seizure remains enter second half-life virtualization at once remove (the second cousin of its frozen cosine) analog anomaly (touche'-torchon-toche-took-tuche) the full animal with string penumbra and fossil wave coordinate embrocation (the notarized sanity plates will not be included until your final offer) of which this none is sum (and summa to desert) for a final analysis call 1-900-ZODIAKAMI hullo this is Lesper Grundwhidthit, how may I assist you toroid hulls are composed of finite layers but gives one access to near infinite arrays of possible refraction the effects whose salvage would retain their indecile: kivála coprente and horsewhip abandon / abandon head snake arrays in indecile vector fossil arrangement / arrange zodiakam penumbra cousin hangar with(in) the confines of the recordion murmeltensphere companions yield their day-hybrid archit-ectures of protein crystallization their pearl liquid plate cascade vehicles to be stored as langue-value-sub-anomaly-patches for these meta-surface-ganglia-gliders are toporescent their pearl residue coatings remember multiple instantiation and reserve their right to feed on your data stream for in the riotized alphasphere of media their is only one gorgon camera and that is the chimera of your second's shadow's second coming with the multiple layered vehicles of the salvage rose a closed retinal society of impervious and impish design whose I was there / plage tetch fetch module accident rendered epistemic model craft at 4 billion hypo-craft-second per decibel depending on the vector of the indecile coordinate embrocation reform frame limb vessel plate with its attendant theater installations and over all 'full animal' organ signatures or 'doll-pony-seer-puppets' which power the main frame while collapsing the minor frame in a series of of tiered highly decorated ornamental productions of fame analog vectors which are actually tightly randomized enunciations of the protein crystallography with the chromosphere companion surface's murmeltenspheric analog chambre this resonant torchon re-deblossom enclosure is fully erect with synthesis and encloses the other operations by first splitting itself along dual dorsal hordiazomes with their attendant calculi of zodiakami pearl plate balloon mind analogs these are arranged at the site of the Lesper clan totem vector origination scheme where the mute butler totality of total darkness raises a meta-surface to the langue-indecile-penumbra-embrocadery resulting in a pure hangar topo-logoi a false calvinist squid peril clam for the hoard pearl to babble in this design homunculus 'naturelle' wills its shadow hoard onward by no instant of full animal along recordion lines the whole precipice is 'while' and its yield ad companion or comapnion is a third gass array shadow to the second cousines lifting day-hybrid assemblage beaker this acts as grass for the outer container and removes the head which can be covered or disguised with a variety of custom organs full protein crystal butler salesmen need apply their waitress palps to the zipper of media looping anti-gorgon memornieces feast array refraction at Grundwhidthit see its sits well in the box and makes a pleasant noise its neighbors are not worried even though its final vector is a high volume plushy manufacturing blueprint "its gives soft coprente is full spatial overload" announces the second Lesper from the last of the toxic mainframe's to come offline this bird will still hold a lot of juice. he pats the spiny rumpus and smiles. he shines in the dense pollution of mirror assemblage pollen analogs. the murmelten gives ex-lucida back its orgon to the garggoo plage there is a moment yes! of pure fetch poiesis abandon I was there. sweeping idiom of chromosphere closed retinal pearl machine eyes debauched in sacred silence.


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Confidential!

Lazarovich is hiding
among the sterling stone faces
of Mount Rushmore
and all the Goo is agog in Magog!

all the Goo
is rushing
in plush diners
in radiant recliners
in glorious Goo chairs ogling
Goo Magic!

and the sun is a bright gizzard
and the earth
an unborn chicken
rendered like an emblem
painted brightly on the side
of the warship
the Black Hypatia
whose captain
one James Ellroy
keeps madly commanding
to an empty vessel
Onward! Onward!
to the BIG NOWHERESVILLE!

that's it
cats and kittens
that's it

(...)
(to be continued)


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arcs and columns

of the brain-drubbed wandero
panpan-experiential

teutsch-vitru
suvi-heavy
a hypnowyrm to spring

from the path of this
kentish plover
no wangle to allow

the wangling in (toward)
its garb-led form
for how could it 'allow'

when all of it
reflected itself in the limbs
of all-absorbing terminus

good language of beings
to say (by their moving)
in the terminalia

of its tube face
and retracting claw chin
named as getting us here
not to mention the fasciculed

clamped shut clamshell ears
any composite at all
when the walkers are the speakers
and the spoken when the walls are born
or spoken

the metaphysical principle of subjectivity
will oncurr-cooloo
its universal mannerism
to pan experiential

mixture begetting mixture
until the mixture be admonished
and recognized
event and proteana
their joyful enslavement

hail terminus
a seed and a horizon

its ward design (that infinite child)
become our final sacrifice
and no likely solution

hail terminus!
no equation does
its matchless justice


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gable hend minkoy

undulant roof book spine
the furred lantern which sags
drooling dowlen arowlen
of wheat grown grilleworks
pavements frames
its guitarre' garden moos
which thwelf hand wouldst
string the lunar lacunae
lao coo nay

emerald crusty nostrils
beach sun house lizards
their throbbing sunglasses

attack the scene!
its frozen gables mute
the columna arrow wine
its bashed glass kata
combapostrophe all a hend

their white mink halos
buff your mighty chins
these steps
these round spillings
where the incantation ground
puzzles its prey madefacienti
and something upchucks
full grande
red armor and trembling catkins
to the tolkáč ordenarren ne'

mink flavored lao tzu
prison hose house sprilling
these word segment cages
pushed out on conveyer
to eyes of wind
kissed by a rotary baler module
the wire wrapped spinal token dangle

an arabesque griddle
we hang
as the rich art of memory
where the curved and rising wall
meet the wail
of the unaccustomed pello

dubious all
all dubious
and yet
green tea lives
feat earthenware
in sweetly innocent

sun-dumb
gatunar
by the radar station's
hide-a-bed
erwünscht


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The Player's Power to Change the Game

ludic mutation
comes in many forms
subgum subgum
my dear sweetwater
lathio enconundrumdread
naught fie by nethy gum
drum naught dread them

them relgrame
in pieces loo
fooloo hi in country be neth
honkule

honke for fab
and honke in honkule
this methy tut cube boat
lakes a hyle grethy mote

sustain the mote of dread markets
hole
and buy thee a whale connote
the gunshy bread madame image
bread descending a staircase
in your nude bridesgroomsmenzoonomens
omen

homme in
home in
on what liffe gadfly deep drunken cunklangue
will do for yude
glisten nith by siddha hith its hiss
the powers of fiction to provide
its inkle ningle nethrens
homme in
on what the crooking cross noozes
by dee heth angel language made a mirrer
platyuniformablepus
this eucalyptabust papyrus
viewtropia

insolent indolents will make a revolutionary
faucet
trapped by day in taints
the skin bars cold in warm sweetwater
come thee hye
to chevrolet

take emage bee-heath-righting-grail
and gall ball hume
the hottentooth rub heiney vespers
then all gruel saints my vicar bed

this bed is alive and digests me!
he cried seeing the sheets as a stomach lining
and the dreams as a chamber
of the uniting of that which is
and that which isn't and that which should be
and that which shouldn't be

and the mulled gullion of that
willy winking albatrosper to your neck hanging photos
they i suppose decide to kill each other
inside a balloon where everyone is watching
and they all go singing a tune
much much symbol mark-ed stick you lounge

you belong to this canyon
here in the meandering longhouse
the corrall where the peritoadhorsestingle
i delphi you in lizard horse riders with wreath crowns
their long dragging glove fingers
catching sage pollen
for their sad but fragrant
weevil wings

wit electric ark to the tomato
an electric emblem works like a club
and dragging the symbol back to your cave
by its hair you rest

aghast
in the hot muggles sandwich
glassine tentacle bile for which we bonne
stuck in the whale's blowhole
a torso leaking ground
i snicker under your wetwings
for the dumb whole broths
you willt besty in your bunting wagon

romantic agony egulls a wry odd
a flat tendency
for the slow unguiculates
to irk wiggywiles the kandelflamme

lithe transparent bones
willthemselves
to archer grit
spirogrammete

its dick will be long
and will be
a golden microphone ovary
foaming with old hats
speaking in mercury
and radiation teeth
to a scurvy butterfly native


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it nose you know now.

it occurs to me to attempt in some rudimentary way a thought experiment whereby something of our fraught human natures might be exposed for further discussion. and although the themes contained may be familiar, it does seem as if there may be a way to unfold some of these themes into a larger and interlocking manifold. normally i would call that manifold 'the grotesque', but for this synthesis i would eschew that moniker in favor of something less historical and more plain. let's call it 'the local creation'. now 'creation' is a good labrys of a word as it has both materialist and metaphysical connotes, and is used by multiple communities in various and often opposing manners, and of course 'local' operates in a similar fashion. in a view from space, earth alone, or mostly, is our local(e), but often it seems mostly to be used as a synonym for home region, or near environs: local weather, local customs; all self-evidencies present and accounted for.

and so, it is often that i turn my thoughts to the weakness of language, or rather, the paradoxical strength of the weakness of language, and how we not only give ourselves over to language as feeling, but language as reason, and language as faith, but one detail about language often escapes the mind, is that language as a form of apprehending and arranging reality must have a finite set of contours, and of course we do know this. some languages are better than others for discussing certain elements, 80 words for snow makes snow a much more articulate phenomenon, and we could i suppose include mathematics in language.

so to begin the thought experiment, let's say all our human language, our collective human mind is a human nose, or let's even be more generous and say that human language is a canine nose which you must admit is a very discriminating organ, but a dog's nose is still just a dog's nose, good at detecting some things, and perhaps less good at others.

now consider that if the human mind, all of human history really is the product of being a dog's nose, that is really a fairly contrite state of affairs. yes, this music, this art, this social organization, science, it is rather what you'd expect from a dog's nose..

so now i imagine an alien species with a much more advanced nose, not because they're smarter from education (though they are), nor from the construction of their abstractions and their own deployment of those abstractions, or in the way they contextualize those abstractions not as wholly concrete or wholly metaphysical, but something more fundamental. what if in the great organic diversity of the universe, their organs contained something that ours lacked. it could be many things. for instance a dog's nose can detect all kinds of things we cannot, and though a dog cannot name those things or posit their structure, it can be shown that a dog has a great and intuitive capacity for understanding a complex set of stimuli which are completely outside the range of our perception.

now of course i've mixed up some metaphors here on purpose. is a dog's nose our language, or is it our bodies of which i speak? and here is something to consider. our language is a product of our bodies. i don't want to belabor this, but plenty of people have. language as technology extends our bodies' abilities, ie our constructions of abstraction which arise from the construction of our physicality which appends and augments and countermands our bodies, etc..

now if you were a member of that alien species and you came here, and let's say you were from a telepathic species, or rather a chemopathic, or rather an electropathic, or rather a spectropathic species, would our species seem rather deformed to you? you might think something like: these poor creatures can't detect each other's minds and feelings and histories, nor can they detect the processes of their own bodies or the purity of their environment or interlocking structures of all the molecules in their little environment. how sad. well, they've done reasonably well for cripples i suppose, but how hideous it is, i mean it is rather beautiful in its strangeness, but rather awful all the same. i really couldn't bear to tell them how far off they are about everything, how completely blind deaf and dumb their strange little world is.

but i have to wonder, even after we had seen "the great nose" and by some method even gotten an inking of what it could do, how could we be other? could we? would we want to? would we reject the culture of bodies which come from a planet which contains maybe a only a handful of extra molecules, or naturally occuring proteins, or protein-like components? would we worship it? adore it? hate it? be jealous? what would we do if we were confronted by our own fundamental deformity in the face of an other so obviously better off in every way we could even imagine and then some.

would we sniff it?
would it smell good?


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vernacular philosophy is endangering the world

i would pause to discuss
vernacular philosophy with a tree
or a wall the sense that
apostrophe's guide echoes
to no locations in secret
what if

pyramids older than the pyramids
deep blonde holes of hollow
special delicate membranes
ruins that exist in the development
of the shape of an eyelid

i cannot tell you
if their cities had cars or trains
or if purple gumby centaur dogs
with bright opaque yellow
cyclops diving masks
resided above grumbling
golden crumb beards
pink lips where a pale
blue cloud grub (also in diving mask)
leaked out
into that which they called

art

their sly jokes about the long
slender hairs of the grains
clustered about the stalk

maybe they went on for awhile
until their vernacular philosophy
took a wrong turn

until their admonishing muse
laid succubi into the hymn
of their favoriting backward

bendy canyons may flux
the string in spring
abstract random images in stone
when you cut into them
geysers
digestion

the cup runneth over
but strange
and small
and broken out
of a larger
unrecorded series


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