What I said to him was: "now in this age of self-publication and the endemic appeal of describing to others what's inside your mind, maybe the most radical thing of all is to not tell your story ( Read more... )

At the corners of laughter, the faded edges, the fray, revealing in and of itself a disingenuousness, sinister, a touchstone for the reality principle, a mindset of sunset, rot-wet, jeering, conjuring no thing, cynical satori, self-hidden, edging toward Babel, insubstantial curio, holy man, worlds away, another secret universe ( Read more... )

Well, I never knew
I would know
this deep

young mother's ribs swollen
with life asleep

.

My sleepy palms inch toward
a stormy sea

my sleepy palms
stole
the seed

.

Hoping I was hoping I
can't see clear

singing self-debasing faces
steer the sailor
near

.

Widow on the water
godhead on the mast
coerce a brand of anarchy
built
to
last

.

Time to time I invoke your name
just a ( Read more... )

He makes me believe that my wanderlust would be more suitably called wander-perversion, as if I were a wander-voyeur, jerking off to the thought of remote spaces and times as I gazed at them through naively half-shut blinds. It's been a long time since I've wrote, a lot has happened, I picked up all the pieces and then I scattered them again, I ( Read more... )

I've got the "trying to be a person in front of other people identity-homesick blues." It's the classic story of heart-meets-sleeve, falls in love, runs away with etc etc 

But conflict will furnish the walls
on which we write our vows
And tiny hands will deck the halls
of the piecemeal master's house
And
And
.

.

.

"And I write, / [because] nobody is as nice as the things
they write"

Weapons deployed in service
debase their trenches

Who'd venerate the programs
pumped clockwise over the layer of
L's liver where organ regards
bone

Conducted in
the absence of instinct,
paradigm
in the guise of a
failure

Conjure ease, vanities
fortune of the living

Perfume,
the wind,
and the breeze

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Mimetic Crisis = Emetic Vices

AUCTIONEER'S HALLUCINATION

- the bile's blackness self-dissociated from its ability to corrode
- the snake swallowed its tongue
- marionettes boycott puppet master, tension, subsequently perish
- do I hear fifty? one hundred? one thousand?
- once, twice

.

( you be the judge )

Eloquence nauseates me, I'm losing the will to live because you can bring yourself to demonstrate crassness and exuberance while i cannot stop challenging no-one with my gaze

which is to say: our reservations will undo me, inch by inch, silence by silence, until I toss myself on the fire kindled by the pages of our exchanges, voices in the air, ( Read more... )

A CONFERENCE OF QUALITY

At
the penultimate moment
before self-identification
With
factors of personhood
it is stopping
Under
the conflation of
desire to measure the rate at which its desires change

(with)

inclination toward reduced wholes

.

GENUS CLEAVES TO SPECIES

It seeks form in the contours of empty frequencies(the protoypical quest of modern heroes)

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A ( Read more... )