February 2012
20 posts
too much to sculpt
not needing just feeding
the energetic center from which all art beauty, passion electricity emits burns reflects glows simmers shines all these hellbent ideas from the den of energy pulsing our realities, how can anyone be bored, too much to sculpt, so much, i dedicate myself to it all
letter clatter word jazz
revieuce renoose recycle recluse reuse resnorkle refuse rejuice resparkle reglues repluse refarkle who reads that crap anyway, grapes of plath…. starry antidotes antipods and the splatter of antimatter letter clatter word jazz
inside the shoegaze
is it sandy soil, opposed to clay? the longest shortest first and last day?
vocalised mimsy best enunciated by a long stringed violin trio doing a double triple duet
not yet not yet Hold On Linus
where’re you taking me? inside the shoegaze, inside the hollow tree. is there room enough for two in a tree? come in and you’ll see the me full of tree the sea in a tree for thee
time capsule catapult
we channel quietly pink rose to red rose to iris blue to pink white yellow purple irises, magenta peony pale pink white peonies, lavender, and chive flowers also fourteen other kinds of things, absorbing these aromas as a time capsule catapult sustaining into an echoed ever reverberation
surrender surrounded
a man’s personal pantheon of goddesses, multitude of muses, and the aching distraction of late nights
surrounded in clubs surrounded at traffic lights surrounded in online forums surrounded by persons you’ll never really need to meet
fulfilling a script to be used elsewhere, not having the conversations carry through via a tin can and a string kind of thing plus listening thru...
where was the how was the
were not the questions we were asking when we stripped the typewriter of its ribbon in one ghastly gesture, gods gasped as if i’d just stubbed out a cig on your pinafore dramaturgical unease, sat still in squeaky pews unglued books broke before our impatientest fingers as if there was some miracle to do about it before we learned to read revising all the while
when then we wake up
Turkish smoke swirled in the shadows. oblique cases tucked under the shaded designations of feeling, several members each of an opposition party and another party at a party, chosen as counterparts of the government in power, representatives, us, twas us, was it not. via wandering we spied flickers of the Shadow of Death, which scrawled pure mistranslation into intense darkness. Shadow-boxing the...
because of the way it was then
REFLECT the cloud of smoke from the mirror of your heart when something seemed a certain way because of the way it was then, it is now now now now.
after the aftermath
god did not want to disappoint anyone about their appointedness: let it unfurl like a snowball in an avalanche unrolling itself after the max capacity comes the surrender deflate after the aftermath comes the great empty where you go outside to go inside
January 2012
26 posts
alongsong longlonging dingdong allwrong
these fragments and fractals of an existence past thru opening corridors then closing with a vwoomp, vwommp. inside a world standing there and spinning on the energia alone, a close tempestuousness despite the earth’s entire atmosphere
halfsleeping in a fog roll
driving thru deluge in unfamiliar terrain in the dark but intuitive like you lived here once a long time ago or passed thru on a family trip halfsleeping in a fog roll you woke to see out the window why mountains are smoky in cloudcover
in the daylight i've got a head full of night
dreaming of attainment and then knowing you can have it is an impossible contrast the anxious in me doesn’t know how to wait desperate to create and create all hallowed miracles empirical spherical joy toys at a foolhardy party
swallow
my confidant word chaser milk eraser time out solituded i need you to be my echo chamber bounce off my sound make me swallow it back wash
timorous flibbety gibbet
oh dont you go there and star in her movie i will beat you and it was untimely, hermes ever awkward, busting in my rooms gently ignoring snoring snoring tripping heavily along the pavement and i bust my eye to try to eliminate thirteen dozen halcyon never-remembereds. sister please do not be a sourpuss it’s all still glee it happened like tomorrow as seagulls rode cloud ...
masts v. waves
is that when we fell, swoosh zoom there you have it creeping habit slippy limelights talking from mindcorners over the buzz of the egomaniacs, schitzo voices, litterbugs i met the king of pentacles calmly walking cross the sky as gray branches waiting for aphrodite to kiss all their fingertips, watching for the exit you will bloom past stretching the pinwheels as long as your eyelash fighting...
deeper i move into my own machine
marching toward enlightenment on an escalator going backward nerve bundle swarming into a lawyer’s drawer of palindromes weirdly wet i waited all day at the cafe for word slop somnambulists crawling across my moonbeam pages flowering sages and visceral rages the creative need thrives in bone homes and guts and groins the beatpulse of humans to do doing to do, requiring expulsion word...
“Forever calls the sea—”
– Gottfried Benn, “Songs,” translated by Michael Hofmann (via the-final-sentence)
without love but with beauty
welcomed to simple ease no shopping bags with tags and talktitude so circular tilted into spray water spray stray and lay so you say so giving the ecstatic notion like man in relationships with love and beauty or beauty without love or lust without love but with beauty with lust love without lust is a dynastic must
“A cold lucid indifference reigned in his soul. At his first violent sin he had...”
– James Joyce; from A portrait of the artist as a young man (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
“We got quiet. The garden was combing her hair and putting on earrings. The house...”
– Wasteland by Francesca Lia Block (via moonbrains)
eulogies to our past selves
near the corner of the poet’s throat we sat under the moat and wrote eulogies to our past selves that can’t help but be changed by each other
December 2011
30 posts
One with All Beings
Isolation naked but for perfection She wore it like an iron-on eye smile Infinite ice beaches outstretching inside Colder than Shockwaves melting to make humans collide We are not wanting Only Notice this Alarm This Allegiance of “One with All Beings” Only Notice The Sounds that surround You in the Waves of the day
-from “TO AND FROM THIS POSITION IN CARBON,” Wes Tank
counterbalance for the solar system
Stars and moons rejoiced, the sun waiting patiently for the man to show his true face. She was a star too, but of a different broom, mother of wind, she was responsible for Earth’s gravity, and acted as a counterbalance for the solar system, she was something everyone could revolve around. She was light, heat, presence diffused by clouds.
-from “girlcrazy,” Wes Tank
