Friday, February 10, 2012

Into Silence.

Everything in a single moment, once nothingness has manifested itself in empty splendor. A tape-loop thought; a feeling; a distant sound of repeating laughter. The sounds of breathing. This time, do not give in to astonishment! Lifeless body released into boundless is-ness. In the grip of terror, yet meditating serenely. These thoughts have been thought before. Deja vu.

This is not quite what I mean to say.

The music of breathing. A symphony! A symphony of nothing: breathing. Of the past and of the future, of life and death, of silence and sound, of everything and nothing woven together in an intricate tapestry. Touching the fabric of reality.


(composed immediately after a DMT experience)

Monday, January 16, 2012

The Owner of a Loving God


A god is a luxurious thing to own. If it loves you. The feel of the fur alone is enough to seduce you. Downy hair, smooth. A wealth of hair, better than the hair on your own head, covering the warm, palpitating body. A body so unobtrusive and bendable and adaptable. The god fits in crannies and withstands being held against the chest for hours. The belly of large gods is covered with a light fuzz which grows to full length with time, but the belly hair of a small, wiggly god stays short and silky, much like the hair of an infant, sensitive to your touch. All have urgent eyes. A loving god loves with its tongue. The tongue is alive. Warm and smooth, the textural difference in the sea of fur, like patent leather on cashmere. The tilt of the face and quadrupedal squat set the tongue as an extremity. The tongue meets the world. The tongue meets other gods in the rear extremity. The exchange is natural and honest. But if it is your god, you might not chance that type of encounter. Once it is accustomed to interacting with your nose and cheeks, your god, especially a lady god, will shun all other encounters. The god will be the object of your touch and affection. The god is aesthetic, ergonomic and is composed with irresistible symmetry. The god and its owner engage in a shared sensualism. The hand longs to stroke the god. The god longs to be stroked by the hand. Petting can go on for long lulls, only interrupted by the god’s pink tongue on your hand, face, and neck. Licking that lasts longer than little fits of gratitude is a god’s selfish pleasure. The owner also enjoys the furious lather until it remembers its personhood.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

The Mannequin Room

a moldy orange. is thrown into a sink

shredded. cloth is on the floor

there is. a misunderstanding

but intense. déjà vu


a baseball game, not even casually. watching

glancing here and there, wandering. in thought

even. when the ball is thrown

a. small child to the right

lost in a color-thought. autistic world

places a hand. to his lips

wiggles. his fingers

and vividly. grants a vision of the world

being torn asunder. by tiny were-bats

discon.necting the grotesque machinery of reality


an old-folks home, mental health facility, or. abandoned school

no one really. knows

the elderly faction laugh and play, dancing in. an empty ballroom

for they know, hear, and. see nothing


just down. the hall

there is an old room. full of mannequins

happily. avoided


the mannequin room. may be room 101, or it may be shell beach

depending. upon who enters

an old man, just. inside, guards the door

peering. through the window

ushering random travelers aside. with a smile

shielding. eyes from the horrible truth


been. here before, yet different

the simulation. continues

walking as. synthetic lifeforms

until things are finally set right.

Monday, October 31, 2011

More Youtube Closed Caption Fun

Closed Caption Interpretation of Herman Cain's Speech at the Clear Lake Tea Party:

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Closed Caption Interpretation of Rick Perry's Speech at Orange County Rally:

The unity on and is folks in there com twenty eight dollars a thank you sir for your service might be the risk of blood. We coming what I would consider to be a little bit of warm weather for a southern California and about a few believe. Uh... and uh... you know if they don't we get to live in a great country like uh.. America and orange county's bina if there's a a place in and this kind blue state uh.. yet I guess if you want to call it a rents variant of blueberry pound and here we are prod. Go ahead of time with pretty awesome it was our first debate and and uh.. speaking of first, left u, experimenting with hahaha. So live wonderful first lady etc. Healthcare spending thinks she's really focused on that small community explorer uh... throughout pedestal Socrates person and it's just which really are a lot of the American dream, and personal privilege to be here. Testers or be express United States out today. Ice that stage last night and seven other very very fine a great man it the Rick Patrick. We get into the system captain like occur respectful way I I'd be respected, but the point is, we need to have a job. The depth of moral alliance between themselves and the current president of white house. Oh monthly I helped that contrast attached hopes for Juan. Somebody made now needed planes and seventy-six Reynolds of god bone marrow. This is a president C-downgraded aircraft, unemployment at extremely high levels: we lost confidence in our country in a high-speed. This president it's there yet another state ductility other provinces and the flat fees at work here not gonna cut it. This is about an administration that these people are and that is what the Obama administration their problem expense. Mr. President, we cannot spend on our way to prostrate -- it does not work. Middle-level suit only care about jobs so that they can see expansion of more government programs. I want to create jobs so that we can create generate income for family jobs or about dignity for American workers. Family's been able to live the American dream. If you want to stimulate the economy, why don't you just eliminate the middleman man from this people you shouldn't the federal government and let the private sector keep in advance that money developing a little about that on dot the profits. Country one in six, one in six working eligible American arrogance cannot find a job. Mister President, that is not an economic recovery, that isn't economic disaster. We cannot afford four more years of behind one of the spelled stimulus this record data, the loss of our credit, induced time for change.


Closed Caption Interpretation of Mitt Romney's "Corporations are People" Speech:

To make sure that the promises we made in social security medicaid and medicare are promises we can't keep. Endeavors ways of doing that; one is really raise taxes on the moon. Bhai Sahab, Perry says people write passes. Porcelain everywhere reserves the right off the leaders of these, a with bells on -- aas have here hondacarland delays that since it was that that's at the approach that other things members the reason they surrendered promises we made a promise. Is that we can keep in my view of the reasons that it's in our hearts higher income people receiving rapid growth in their benefits and privileges you don't agree with that you want to get wealthier people bigger portion has a right, and I think we should have what's was billed as progressive index and I think we all subjects are considered on their retirement age. Those are things that should be tried excited about how I disagree with that as well. Five years, yes, they did not make promises. We can't even get his allies say this: I appreciate that capital finish Dennis don't.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

my mouth is bad for you

speak of stink ranges. vocal volleys. its hot on your bad.sex

like hounds braying a donkey warm citrus surge


finger itch

body scribe


internal turning. seething teeth


like feet

everything about feet

smell lint clinging fungal folds cites of skins


homunculi tending invert steeples \\\\////


on face, on grass,

blood

rare

tunnels////////////////////////////////


real wet look


mouth is wax for moon

hands up, panties down

its on to you

newspapers on soles dragged lakes wrong type blood infusions


too rich


your weather


gots

needs



heads

wants


fors

yous

Saturday, July 16, 2011

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Sunday, May 29, 2011

New poems; New layout (Matt's Images)

DYSRHYTHMIAS

hurricane spray
flow meter
tongue blade
spinal needles
razor tape
safety anal chords
hazard meter
dragon test equipment
valley lab pencils
cod man irrigator
stopcocks
salem pump
tegaderm
crash cart
patient pack glass
yanker suction
waterproof tape
smoke compartment
diablo saw
shave tray
transpore tape
micropore tape
kangaroo spike
kangaroo pump
feeding spike
eternal substitution
ted hose knee
ted hose thigh
bovie pens
adapt powder
metal talking tracks
saline bullets


*

fistfuls of mouths
and dirt
and the indelible guilt
wells up

there's nothing more to smile
under a splatter of stars

some light seems dark
fake
a lot of time
also a tear

in four ear molds
gathering inside
worth
and shame
and control


embryo


flitter
fling out
stretch, slant,

terrible knot
associated with throats
spools of blood tighten
nerves & verge
verve
hurl wicker
thoughts,
springtime ragas

Surely the heat will pass up as the breeze
hotter bludgeon
burgeoning stone
wet, whetted, whistling
proboscis

mere headfuls
of mercury

decide to vanish,
or vanquish
or grow in spasms in froth
ghosts of silence

Monday, May 9, 2011

Conversations of Festival International 2011

How are you?
You'll just have to suck at a bar.
Men in hats love cold beer.

That girl's from Ireland.
We're gonna see it.
I know you, and you've got a feeling.

Orangutan, a baby gorilla.
We've got a dog with them.
I think I took two.

Oh, you got a rat, that's awesome.
I know you said the meat kabob was good.
It was a bowl of fish.

Me neither, I knew brown.
No, you didn't.
Everybody got family probably.

I lost my shoes last night, so I was walking everywhere barefooted, and then finally I found them.
Hey, you know, I messed with the wrong mechanic.
He got tired of walking after he traded his Mustang for an eight-ball of cocaine.


method: I walked around the festival with a recording device, picking up fragments of people's random conversations, usually no more than a single random line. After listening to the recording, I arranged these lines into a poem that is significantly less dark as compared with my previous Festival International work.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

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Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Happy Birthday Emily & New Layout (and poem)

EMILY! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! THROUGH AN ENTITY OF LOVE (bruit.flow), I LOVE YOU.
Also, new layout (thanks sam, for images).
Also, poem:

I circuit bent Bukowski I touched
his insides wet fingers
There wasn't enough room.

No wishing for wishes; lick sucking sick lips
Turned me metallic.

Dream falling waste
to try and upwards die,
Forever fall.

Infinite is always zero
in greater than prolapse,
Portcullis churns.

The best You ever had
momentum none
Dinner at last a candle,
Tablet last at.

Memory storm layers
Lair of liars (supposedly).

An eye for a feather,
Counterbalance Icarus, feather in the sun
Son for a father.

Orchid trails heard a long
the bald path of the lord of the lies.

throat orange fire
Garish whorls silver etch
Her dream disemboweled wet
world high.

Words happen freely
Jitter skitter
leapt a void perhaps synapse intact
Conduit intangible apropos.

Pigglass and razorblades.

What holds true in the land of doubt:
arid acronyms sacrilegious diction
whirlwind comatose in mirror,
Yes, yellow
feet membranous sheer
symbols-----
A lot has changed
In the empire of ghosts.

Monday, April 11, 2011

Friday, April 1, 2011

Found Poem 2011

Frigid bike
Ride away stillborn eyes
Legs yearn to touch ground they ache
After a night
Of tossing and hard dreams
Huddled with the elder apes
Fists coiled in their bellies
Or clutching bowls of bean mud billowing steam
In complaint

Slip into the area behind sleep in front
Speech erupts: I'm not here, really, how is
This happening
Without me?