Lucy switching television, falling into sleep where plays over porn and wantum random thoughts in and out of swoon ocean drifts, curse of the perched.
Agatha snorts searching for “tremors” in semiology.
The endless defenseless ramps to replete.
Lucy says “shut up.” Be gentle.
Lucy wants Hieronymus to collaborate.
Be undead. Cold turkey.
If for nothing else — to help Agatha stay in key.
A Body or Knot
A body in fiction.
Raised for signs in dark and tunnel, the wind the wind.
Where disaster burns into a grace of anger and death, at age 7 —
The fallen. The fallen again into a battle, rage, consternation, denial, Jaysus buttons dangling with sword and anguish — A ripping lolly.
Void and vacuum — Its treachery — for the part of tantrum — defending its turf?
Suddenly Lucy can’t remember what of it?
Agatha says: She loves him for helping, for lightening strike, if nothing else, it never pardons. Its poison its freedom —
Love can be a holy thing,
What does she mean? Hieronymus asks, he is painting another bird man. Sticking it between teeth.
Something brutal ruthless and intoxicating? Dapples a wing with powder of white — smiling with combinatorial ecstasy over birds as human effigy.
Hieronymus paints in metanome.
Tracks it, with lists: let it transcend — time, place, logic, deeds, distance, crime, heresy, tergiversation, penance, principle, murder, witchcraft, phenomenology, tears of shame…?
Seven times 700, for each.
Get Cost of Fierce
To die in arms of elevated suspense.
As if. Lucy had to get away. Rushes that come over in a respiratory wave —
Elements of beauty and scent of lust — lust searching searching for one of its own.
Titillation and turbulence,
From spark of lust to royal inanity.
Lucy churtles, yes yes yes. Peaking at hilltops.
Agatha asks: Dante’s fucking hilltops?
Yes, Hieronymus adds at visionary points of oblivion.
Agatha decides, lets lunch with Dante.
But Erasmus shows up. With his love frames of folly — Lucy calls the Holy Up Your Surd.
News and hues, Erasmus coos, endless love and the infernal drama.
Angels are such a havoc, still Lucy believes in sweetness, believes in cavorting.
Screams for mercy that awash over desire, says Hieronymus — sacred blood percolating with mysterious affection amid flashes of fire.
I paint to stop being consumed by terror.Continue reading
Love Poems for Lobsters
Badland thumps through brain
born of Spain
screamers tell me to disappear
into the fear into the flame.
Neruda runs finger down
the saw of fire
as slices up my anterior brain
you’re acting insane.
White goddess arises
from wan host
thats the rhythm method
used for toast.Continue reading
Middling with Meta Fiction
Presence & madness, desire & distance, alls & nothings.
His honorable, a cut-throat eidetic parvenu, Cal called Dumpy.
Eidelons arranged themselves into names of gunslingers, this one Dumpy had slid in again as between wall and wallpaper.
Like ransom for the gods abyssal and adrift — saltatory spasm of a thing strange brutal and greedy — always runs into the absurd, its beauty mystifying.
Thick hues scurried.
Pound’s translation of Sappho’s poem — aha, Cal read —
Got rejected as not in accordance with earlier standards’ — issues and fillers in. Pound’s blank but beautiful — like Haiku but Japanese.
Cal thought Pound and god: emptiness learning how to bleed.
Cal’s house was a clutter bomb. It had low-ceilings — Every surface a hostile hosting of piles — mail books glasses, plates — made it to sink, he soldiered thru.
Throat suddenly tightening — Grotesque composits, beckoning, well godlike.
Cal often felt “calling” of death like a light socket, plugged into the restless.
Death, that is, the Inquisitor.Continue reading
Essays as fiction.
Poetic holy oil and the hideous insidious perfidious sublime.
Puddling with jumpers — races after epiphanies —
a defender of splendor, with a spoon for the moon. Shadows fetch through darkness after strains of ugliness, wistful and yearning, tremblers a tyranny of honor and lust. Defiant from reason.
Bursts of the holy moly is a resistance to future.
Waves bathe in wonder battling with a fire of emptiness. This emptiness is space to jump through.
Soul body cut loose, meaning bursting through confines —
Glory numbers, slippery reckonings with brute gruesome. Both gruesome and hop’less still fill pill, and the cat slips under the mat choking.
Swoons against the distance — shifts into rapidly sifting views.
perceptions find clearance to reverberate and imbue, in swift. and hue.
sudden exponentials turn fizzy with buzzing cruces —
enshrined in beauty of all kinds.
rapturous negative beauty philanders deferentially with morbid exuberance —
searching sift for ceiling at edges of destruction. To get the heart climbing.Continue reading
Free from pander
free from shame
implacability of sorrow.
Chunks of tree
Hike midnight sun
over evil eye
and elute the slain
Letters to Epididymus
Negative of the Contrary
Scoops of Negative Plunder
Quivering, the vulnerable into syllabalizing — a shining vulture — feathers red purple yellow blue, high on holy prey? Wonder if Joyce ever compared himself to a vulture? On morning cliff where sits a red rock and the wind blows heavily.
We want to make pretty? Have chars come to life.
Instead, starts up on a theory of love — that is the beauty of evil. Evil is a fat word. Borderless, boundaryless, and even intermediary. Sacred refuge for the addititious — perverse, mischievous, incendiary.
Looking into time periods again, drat Spengler, those of early Christianity as to say angelic sorteriology and hamartiology, otherwise known as discovery of salvation and sin.
Or rather, what my flowers of luminous evil call: potency of love and evil. Where love is endless, elevates negative to positive. Ugly to Beauty. Timelessness to Infinity.
See pretty in others resolve. Where let love in.
But beauty is full of excuses, having escaped from prison of gently crushed banal conservative dismissal, and religious disdain. Behind which saw horror and decapitation. In dreams slaves raged and were raped — negative escape from emptiness of existence.
Love, as release from a Tyranny of Negation?
Wasn’t just clumsiness. But also being forced by emptiness around me into fighting stagnation.
Every heady book, devoured — was an opening into desecration of the stagnation, negative on a negative became a twist on what love iz, conspirational with the dead (more than not authors read, were dead). Reading books, a rage against machine, quietly in my bed.Continue reading
Yesterday wad gonna finally sendy russell agan — had this winderful focus on sense of it fir an hour — then shirl hula hoopd and versé ( verser means to pour in fr) joyce jammed against ziz and dyna aka came out of shower togetgher and split a forkwidth my red meat — hi👋 know have prob wobbles with sep her rations its like riding a wavelength blurs “rational” measures of distance on timeline into points irrational — which are factoid many more — and extensions flame permeates bileaf in freedom steeples of madness (fissures and mobius aka love and death) hex posed inny on outy but tis marm that gave “chair” enuff to sit on — cause promotion of in itself curved the feather back toward jj — kind a cometing a circle hmm — nit to lv redd out mix hat all 4 therefrom pen sued — De lila de lish — #whimperwill #halfwayhouse #backonhorse #notimeouts #left
feel like have to set up habenue for writing itself to emerge — em rem saying to get char need word nerd isa bird to alight with “cups” — its how everyone does it — started rereading finally colette peignot in French heffta finning 501 — its working reasonably well she has what clarice is after but more filmy — wheras clarice is mmiracle mud not as nostalgia de la bou but both are bodies coming out of woodwork / they both admit its what heart up to
#breakthru on #enemything illusion is not the same as delusion. delusion is kisses from burroughs & beckett as charms, as there is flue wherefor from yonder context originally got from Dynamite (& Sweeney bird in tree) focused on symmetries. then alice became embarked on “absurd” in numbers — like ancient greeks & the immeasurable. math must be acknowledged as something else because it is. when connection to surface got blitzed focused “turned on” – “registers” themselves as enemies — killing off “spirit venture” absurd got stolen by “rituals of sacrificial tragic” embedded in religious tartism. Alice tried blow up 1 after another cracking thru to emptiness of “freedom” at points of gesture, then finds focus at “the bends” & starts running neck & neck w/ um toirtoise & hare everywhere, la lang bang explodes any possibility for totals, nothing totals, punked by skunkwrks w/ Lowell & grapple frantically with “frontier’ — mann eats joyce! but clarice “at other level” desperately vows loves it. Marm now serves to access “clarity” below surface (where bees thrive) -er something. one finds where exists because is a vehicle for sharing in way no other quite composts. frozen forces it. as would love take out for tin as had always managed that prior to alice. tho violet loves brinks. maybe gone forever. Or perhaps there are further turnative ways of “inking” about it havent found yet due to delusionary points of trauma and how love for “it” is so crammed in thick that at points of pleasure start running any direction, see what trips over it — part of me profoundly hates. But outside of that, cog knee sense “ferry fared” is base for it is cyclical is (riotously even) superb. Gives me method better anywhere prior tried. Which I did. But they didn’t “break out” hives lockets charms marm, whim tin tin, venging nerfs agin violence dotting between genet nietzsche batailled — which sum of us swoons thru body as sensation (like music). Some is guru some is for friendship in the “mystery” some is for vue do me thinks for to manage the “intensity. hm #aliceinwonderland
Teaching doing stuff like these next up comin into view — drawing helps me paint here thru eords as textures — not other way around — #girlypictures — drawing process — syv and clarice did also — clarify cr didnt sketch she used painter girl like mann -/ cd i let go nuff hold on nuff to man age the mix masters and make marm char pynch font hold on go inder — she is bunter for barnacle and winch — hi👋 dont know — see “here!!” “It”coming closer on eork — ohhh want to push farther want bitta buck and fork — say frou and froufrou — moments terror sooths too — opens up “backside” — porn is only one register — what 3-4 — can only do with you —- all the bucks say duck 🦆 — but goyles all shake head — nono its beauty being in love however eats itself to sleep — tender stupid sifting thru heavy larva — and nit bring eaten by it — but veing able to mmm afford it — violeys outside all ur doira smoking u wrapping the twisr in hand paci g but not angry or explosive (turned out to be alie hifi tho ) dyna is fine is girls on film and vukor — light in august suddenly laughter in the pahk — gawk hawk stawks realm hi 👋 odd eye sea her ypur help at line where music meets the wave 👋 — just jotting #milkfrommorningcow
Silence ring-sting hover e vokes h untcertainty — bumble s tumbles in, h ale iss bubles up fone — fan tango whoooz and the joy jetty is slippery — infernal colonial — ail bee it burns hole in skull at skin in fin itudes riot — but is really a sadness? in fectual fugitive honhestyburns into row row ridhi coocoo(hello) lust — wired up in wrings of deth (#girlsonfilm Beth) -/ camille penseur (de rodin) of nugitivity — back on rim bow bridge wanting to “make a diff film” -/ trans forms honeyeasiness hint to as sass sins who are goddesses that cut my throat (ohh and heart comes out) #scissorrsandstrings #beginningsof #something #girlsonfilm #camille #marm #teatok #paglia #ghostbusters #makesparklers
#marm sooohepful — gave me gift of gab — to swoon like — like in becketts letters — where he mischievously works thru “particles” — Dunk drunk bunny M for marvelust over la lang bang — shame shame shame, fool for love — cares less about pubbing than meeting in the parking lot — and the egayer wysteria beauty and batshi that accompagner — marcus loopius – vousvoyer love that word #camillepaglia #kathyacker #williamburroughs #jamesjoyce #williamshakespeare #hughkennar #marcelproust #samuelbeckett #virginiawoolf
Its #iffanyfilms #dustneversettle #marmfarm #joyceischoice With pa king add an r — park king -/ bee wannas tink bout bunny diifisill in new ways (like it pays) — marm has invaded the farm its a thru thing, it comes thru — it comes thru others whos “beauty” re freshes the presh — joyce knew this wally says bow wow how — flip clip slip pornadorn spamcomm ninety percent from russia — tie ups on a machine like a ventilator — hack stack and wack call them rim rhymes — threesies sixies — in book on rhetoric where lists: all diff ways achever the bountful — chains i love doing word chains
Cut piece from bo8 in half and finished in fiction complete with a light lift to materiality — books are in it as la lang bang marcel popups hi👋 call them — above are called math snakez – — i wann send it to russell —just ssk ig he k iw anyehere might submit called soft dpot in acedemm ish ho✌🏽brow — even tho its a gurkin off scene — uses cones yahhhhh but are open undetneath — not so withput ex chng the bless out blissing on the “dice” = nash counters then and end ip out in virge of purge dirging to — cal from lorwl is math guy — a streamer -/ chair and molt — the pessoa curves love you for that — the squittels ate out on cook cocka doo and genet shows up for you i wont stop it now ok pilo yah its the sky is drowning thing on me so cap out to catch it — omorrow is a lot /// after that home burrowing into work its festering with ig note thank love thank miss miss again — its mudercsings its klers eye batty and i know it too — stomach twists at it — monkey 🐒 and buddhas poison arrow — immunity — ““steam trunks” in movie adopted — technology la lang — so odd and deddy which hepps me situate it here as i do t know iz — lime swift and knoves little perps — or something and fir me that is big love. 🐝 loves it — working stound it is somethinh z consating grace room to rurn over grave more than lif itself but not really that was a lie i lovd as well real here as that sanctuary cam wrestle in with angels and wanda — frightening thst it swallowed me kills and vengy hitchrd to the cock ?? — luekla taljs anout it toohswaiian —fiction winfds around pilon — workabke extensions adopted lotta lang from vous all as synth — msjes auch differencr for the eanda wannas who flam with pam // i wd pub soft spot — its tight and gas wallscevpynch pane and churchy — but that forelock morelock -/ the other working on befor — is not bad either — using sn old tool on it — the i ams extant way back snarfed of one of u //
Ohhh his dying is in my body — knocking me back — so scared will take me too before can finish anything — pisses me off — bourroughs shows up and puts hand on my shoulder to absorb deaths shock — mystic dreams it is releasing deaths want of vengeance upon me — who thinks like that anymore — makes me laff
There is horror iini my work it travaels thru it –/ always has — but it is dreamy too hallucinagenic marbled and thickly — every once in while light finds it sings thru it — beauty breaks thru the garble — in flashes —
Foot made of carrot bunny goes up to snowman and eats nose —— editing is also about working around issues that are dualities burning with flowers they compose — rims bows — marcel moves in and i just listen now see what drawn out of hose — thats a relief — to “find” itself by searching for it —marm and all
i see pilons as support so i can edit even — they edit me // kfyuuu dyuu see — sherry lovesit — gulls sink the first think “dry land” — is thirsty — help me see what am looking at — editing previous piece on cal about jetking off sort of — now split into two -/ not rewriting editing -/ char let loose as emouvant embroiders with fins mackeral lines -/ sylls have a qwal of mud — yet there can be found sweetnes in beweens where boarders hailucy nation — why then of love as a fungus always fall on my sponge — acceptance death of a loved one is grueling honestly — it must be done
Buoys — in sea of hunger sorrow and what taint and smelled of madness — caught like feet in tar —mind staggered at time falling through to “emptiness” without bottom — had to create a kind of structure for it -/ not beckett not fishface kisses to head of migrating dead but but but here — among us — could would possibly get around “sharp corners” “come thru to” — as a kind of clearing — the knife has always been an “easy lay” — in plume hates vitals burning with shock and dis may affray — stuffing down another dick shin narry free the cube but comes up cornered and endless love -/ again brother was warrior too — 7 and fighting over his weaknesses and mine asleep in scitland — yesterday imploded with the unforgotten -/ mourning vis sis i tude rage against time head a walking wound polly reading wharton for brothers eul ? — home nxt week — sherry thinks of vousvoyer protection its instinctive i am a polly anna panda Holding horses yell out horses love shade — without it i am impossible — need every thing its imposdpble what ?? death smiles — mars fars bars scars puddling i yhink pyscalls call it — my head is shrinking — something loves it — languor of fear umyum vampires issue is screw with tendrils turning stop ho back go lizzy busy Fizzy fixed on thro flo to narrow at pulling head up i couldnt my switches snapping tripping napping — nothing real anymore sticks to it — its oceanic and thats what should horn in on scratch face see me as forgotten face breath out — little knives but smaller now strange absurd how dwarfs against sun wind like safty pins i know yet with humor init it sublimes the flame into listening this without not laughing i hold dear to leashes — pecher has from the french three distinct meanings — sin, peach snd fishingContinue reading
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130 How do you know when you have written something worthwhile? What is your process?
128 What the fuuuuuuuuuck????? Cancelled tour noooooo.
126 Hey first I wanna say really like your music i have lost my beautiful wife in cancer and my dear brother in covid 19. My question to you is how keep you going on after lost your son its hard sometimes to keep going on with life.
125 Do you like haiku poetry? What are your thoughts about John Cooper Clarke?
122 In this time of illness, cynicism and cruelty, do you receive many mean or vile messages? How do you cope with that kind of negative energy?
121 In an interview from 1997 in Los Angeles, you introduced us to your “pet theory”: your creativity could only flourish in a state of loss and longing, and that it needed catastrophes in your life. Do you still believe that?
120 What do you think about NA? As a recovering heroin addict, I am having difficulty getting into the Narcotics Anonymous scene. Do you have any more advice for a recovering heroin user?
119 I was thinking how much I wish I could write this story to you in Greek, my native language. In June one of my best friends suddenly died aged 46.
118 I’m thinking about having a child but everything looks so grim right now. It looks like your website is censoring people who ask about Israel.
116 Nina Simone once said: Freedom means having no fear. Sometimes on stage, she added, she would reach that kind of state. How do you free yourself from fear?
114 If, for decades, an anchor served a ship, which one day decided to cut its chains and sail away, can the drowning anchor grow wings? And if so, will the anchor always be burdened by the weight of having been used?
113 On The Lyre of Orpheus, the track Breathless moves me beyond words. In the intro every time I hear it I’m taken to a 14th or 16th century style ensemble. Is that the intention or can you explain where that comes from?
112 I spent the day watching Bad Seed TeeVee and the fan cover versions of your songs are amazing. How will you choose a winner?
111 I think you’ll be touched by this story, and the part you play in it. Please take a look.
109 What is mercy for you? What do you think of cancel culture?
107 Part 3. Why don’t you just buy your own fucking piano, you cheap c**t.
107 Part 2. No more mails to Fazioli please.
107 The piano you played for Idiot Prayer was magnificent. Was it a personal instrument?
106 I lost someone in the last year. I thought it was fine. It was a gentle passing. Now shapes and echoes resound. I feel a presence that comes and goes. How to understand the experience of loss. It’s not something I could negotiate with.Continue reading
Phrase Hunting, Notes & Sketches, Translating French
Ugly as an aesthetic category. Gradual abandonment Unity. Das negativschone, negatively beautiful —
Sublime and the ridiculous, how one rubs up against other —
Overwhelming ugly becomes monstrous, can no longer be sublated into sublime –
Definitions of monstrous – as a badge of ?Continue reading