Poetrys plunder bunny bobs in rhyme amid the art of reflection. And some of it, always seems to find inside of me an ugly rotter — whose ambivalence/resilience allures/demurs and defiles.
There is a thirst there for discovery. But also something enchanted, indulged, misguided by urgencies to come “to terms” with existence and to purge that existence, arise, vanish, contain, squander? Plunder bunny is also squander bunny battling amid a strife of sublime —
The Scary Sane
Latest twist is called Rabies and Balm Balms — wtf why ??
Why turn something that had beauty, into essences rabid and balmy.
Madness, it turns out, was a part of the fetch, the need to go after something — as had both cosmically and abysmally (however much anyone wanted to marry me) come to believe that madness — was the only true freedom left.
To be continued
Middling with Meta Fiction
Presence & madness, desire & distance, alls & nothings.
Splendor. Cutters farm. In vested with a wire.
The slender and the burn.
Digging after dog of night.
Barriers carriers, for chins and fins. The ticklish and the fragile. Flowers belly up and blue.
Holy scares, holy scars, holy reckoning with giddy fumes.
The body of the first — and fall, and holy go go go —
Sweet infernal yoyo. Smor-guess-board of destiny of death — tasting splits the tongue.Continue reading
Essays as fiction.
Poetic holy oil and the hideous insidious perfidious sublime.
Jill the Puddle Jumper — races after epiphanies — a defender of splendor, with a spoon for the moon. Shadows fetch through darkness after strains of ugliness, wistful and yearning, incessantly for incarnate species of beauty. Any which way.
Curiosity trembled with a tyranny of honor and lust. Every scheme incurred some element that defied reason.
Powerful bursts of the holy moly resistant. Waves of defiant wonder battling with a fire of emptiness. This emptiness is space to jump through. It is the meaning and affectation of life.
Soul becomes body cut loose, running with the wind, meaning bursting through confines of forced conformity — and not just for glory numbers, but slippery reckonings with brute gruesome hopelessness, burst like a coffin that only opens at night.
And its day that slips under the mat choking with terror.
Jill has a nose that swoons against the distance — and given any sudden room to roundelay in, shifts into rapidly sifting views, perceptions find clearance to reverberate and imbue, sudden exponentials turn electromagnetic with buzzing cruces — these spiritual quintessentials are enshrined in beauty of all kinds.
Including the femme fatal. Escaping banality and horror of everyday strife into elements of sacrifice charged with freedom, as a rapturous negative beauty.
Or to philander deferentially with morbid exuberance — searching the highest rafters for edges of destruction. To get the heart climbing.Continue reading
a battering ram
and a canalizing
as heat moulders perch
like a bird
wild in worship.
The virgins of hell ring
my wasted double
rile for a pile
cheap breathless heap
of morbid flora
lets loose that pin
a blanket white out
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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
Working thru rot divide or unmodify — quiet here as mouse house with faust. Today — peace and gud tidings — mine only true one absolute weather support the work to find its own destiny in la langue — was strange to be fat way — body wanted diff life — sylvie s on dreaming into being — so many every boxtop —the imago far as can go bangs on about — low as can hoe — curiosity hingry and terror and timid — blotchy buggy soggy tiered — then reach out seemingly umbillically to other worders birders — and bounders to absorb mirror cul and meth thud and exchange rats and ratios and rations fah who boo knew ❤️❤️ — those who permet me become be livd on art part cart liberal — theres a one track hack evil button in la langue — find alone is “very” disarming — so guess seek the other to make wayway thru — not wanting to disrupt as bends my curve to breaking points which blow mouse house down -/ but black hole mmm engine too -/ new story finding chloe — let it sneek off into abso lutes ?? And others arrive to arg the vousdo back then dress in a n weave patterns glut slut means tooo seeking a grace — finding beauty and disaster and chuckles the misxmaker somebody — all but “resistance boxacrackers” want “share tea with v.”
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Na knot ankcore — but flow t twas 2 stay a flo te — naught pulled all wayway under again ana again — by waves of the sw eat hell o of m add ness — peace enuff in heart to “see” as a general way of perceiving purr suing ex changing litter n fill — tho still get caught in patterns of mis tea rious reasoning — on hole humor serves thru process of “finding” the serious — in laden and loaf, and peaches in trees —
Cud not have gotten pie to piece of peace on this without leaning towrs of pizza — mindbidysoul roll in the “hole” — looking fig out maintain mid grnd ( instead of yaknow burning man grnd zrro) endless love online works perfecta emmy pammy saus gd2go vousdo ruespew hippped make out a motionless meadured and absorbing caze para wick — now in the fic ?? Make up own version what fic is — ?? Hmm now is whispy moany inelegant — starting back on fiction — raise under surface to a dimension of what hmmm
Just did a fa$h sketch from agent s bern approved — tooooday way heavy dev/y hi end drawing class prep sat at 1 -/ also about finding line – focus pocus — that round 1000 pie hi happy fingers number sum in can with fannand pans collecting nuggera — the knocks the pix and the fizzies — to the slippery edges of wipperwood — i know its frig it fright height bite night reading a la rob the bin hood — tooooo also do fiction — something go back for ? // please says the beez blet bluzz earotic nuts and way the doodle noodle hoody poodle canoodle and nuts for guts — peepoe ddeafylocks pox and frisson and say hello for real as a V — edgr of gorest always waves and yells yo join her at the milk bar fizz wizz and hup comes the resistance — loopp fuck rrrrttt /- hu go not but -/ jack the riphuh pulling petals off poppy — oh hate city oh are wars between screamers // who cross dada pts with marcel -/ hate pushes back hate isa great pocus focus -/ yet/just anutter moon flitter with death — and make way gor day — which due too heavy river syvvy heloise in church — betty lost ton of cup cakes in garbage of golden ruins — is a bird born wasteland happiness deformrd — still living faithfully on hump over at circuitous dump -/ collecting presh tin — hmm – to take from proncess to dimples on the dump in 666.Continue reading
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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.
102 Do you ever look back at your anthology and wish you had been more overtly politically outspoken in your art? I love your music and its ability to relate common suffering, as you have discussed in the past.
100 If you would have a gold ring made that your son would inherit one day, what would you have engraved inside the ring? I am currently having a ring made that I want my son to have after my day.
099 I FEEL THAT OUR IDENTITY IS A PATCHWORK OF DESIRES, CHOICES, AFFILIATION, ECCENTRICITY. DO YOU HAVE ANY THOUGHTS ON HO LET ALL THE BITS FIT TOGETHER? What do you personally look for in an artist?
098 SOMETIMES IN THE MORNING IN ORDER TO ROUSE MY SPIRITS, I NEED TO PLUG INTO MY AMP AND PLAY VERY DISTORTED GUITAR AND DROWN MY WORLD IN SOUND. However, the cat that sleeps in my room is very put out by this.
097 I RECENTLY STUMBLED ACROSS YOUR INTERVIEW IN GQ “THE LOVE AND TERROR OF NICK CAVE” AND WAS IMPRESSED BY YOUR BRUTAL HONESTY WHEN ANSWERING SUCH PERSONAL QUESTIONS. Are you that honest with yourself? Are you that honest with yourself?
096 Last evening I spent some time watching the mesmerizing Bad Seed TeeVee and I learned that the Night raid line “I slid my little songs out from under you” was actually written years before. Could you write something more about its origin and how it found its way into this particular song?
095 After the sudden and tragic death of our beautiful son, brother recommended not to listen to ‘Ghosteen’.Found it comforting and consoling but am still struggling. I am 16 weeks and three days in at losing my child, how did Susie and yourself find peace with your agonising grief?
094 I recently read that the band Rising Signs believed ‘Palaces of Montezuma’ plagiarized their 2005 song, ‘Grey Man.’ I think one of many reasons I love ‘Palaces’ is that it reminds me, if anything, of the intro to ‘Theme From Mad Flies, Mad Flies’ by The Laughing Clowns from 1982.
092 A Prayer to who? Mystery that exists at the edge, Tears and Revelation.
091 I’ve been listening to Bob Dylan’s new song for most of the day. I can’t shake it. I think it might be a masterpiece. Do you like it?
090 What are your plans for the corona pandemic? What do you intend to do to fill the time?
089 What do we do now? Our new world ‘a ghost ship.’
088 Please give us a hint on the tour in regards of the Corona virus. What is the latest you know?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