Friday, 29 October 2010

while I gaze from an electronic window

ancient lines made with contemporary

beauty aids

beautiful children, in ways of

untouched wildness

cracked mudded stick woven

quiet noises silent fingers

lines of age and knowledge movements of

knowing

movements of

knowing movements of

knowing from long ago the

movements of old knowledge and

growing community the patterns of

growing knowledge of movement and

history growing movements towards knowledge

and movement

of growing historical knowledge

marching bright colors as a penance to the angry gods of

spellcheck,

tribalism and beautiful curiosity of horrible social science

dances of reality, of making form from

the red brown clay beneath our feet

pierced pink and white flocks of migratory fluidity.

the power of changed perspective and flowing

crashing and bounding down lush green cliffs collecting in

ambient pools of stuttered prediction

the filtered light of obliterated river

sending the all into a spectrum of our sight

mirrored pools dotted with the remains of flight

an endless everywhere stretching for longer than I'd want to travel

and the tree

the fractal totems of natural beauty

they who catch wind and give perspective to travelers of the world

who demand odes and scream when severed

and who's torn flesh shelters us and who's blood we pour on our pancakes

screaming saws tiny life

cracking ringing crashing

crashing

connection with the all in his eyes

the implosion of sense

the scarred caverns of human wound

implications of shared thought


Tuesday, 19 October 2010

Riding through the desert with HST and GS

We're doing 120 and doc turns to me and says

"you seem uncomfortable, here."
he shoves an orange pill in my mouth and I turn to stein

she seems amused, and smiles, her eyes drooping

"what did you give her?"

"Nothing, she's been drinking absinth the whole time"

the desert is the perfect place to drive, just as I had imagined

the blurred definition of the horizon beckons us forward, towards nowhere

"These bastards won't catch us in this rocket ship, we've got too much power"

"yeah man, cosmic power" I say, doc looks at me and frowns

"What are you blabbering about, you maniac?"
"Have you read tender buttons?"

it's the fifteenth time she's asked us in the last hour

"Yes, I loved it." I say

"No" doc says and takes a swig of the rot gutt he's been keeping in his lap.

"here, drink this, it'll calm you down."

whiskey never really calmed me down, but I guess I should trust him

I drink deep gulps of fire, ignoring the fact that I thought I was being relatively calm already.

"Have I told you about Fitzgeralds drinking problem?"

"Yes" me and doc answer

"savages..." doc mutters, I can tell something is bothering him.

"what's up, doc?"

"Do I look like that cartoon rabbit?"

"man I don't even know right now, what the hell did you give me?"
"what color was it?"

"blue."

"blue, the doctrine of, docking above the melancholy dock of blue things..."

"Will you shut the fuck up!" Doc pulls a cannon out of his jacket and points it at stein, never taking his foot off the gas.

stein looks at him, calm as ever, and he lowers his pistol.

"You'd be a much better writer if you let go of some of that anger."

"I'll let you go in a minute, you old wench."

"Hah, you're just used to women bending to your will, you cantankerous stoner."
I can't take it anymore

"Will both of you shut up! you're totally harshing my mellow."

Stein looks apologetic and doc just turns around and continues driving

"I'm sorry, joe, it's just that we've both been dead for a little while now. you should probably be looking at the road."

"I thought that being near you two would be this amazing thing, this amazing adventure, but you've spent the entire time just being cartoons of yourselves."

"I'm sorry, it's just that we've been dead."

"I'm sorry too, I shouldn't have involved you in my depravity." doc says finally.

"It's ok, lets just drive, we'll get there eventually."

the car moves from warp 5 to a steady century, and the sky grows darker.

Stein chuckles, and looks up.

"Have you read tender buttons?"

Wednesday, 13 October 2010

a failure in deconstruction

i've been EDITING nonsense for so long

i've been editing nonsense FOR so long

i've been editing NONSENSE for so long

I'VE been editing nonsense for so long

i've BEEN editing nonsense for so long

i've been editing nonsense for so LONG

eDiting for nonsENSE i've been long

ediTINg for nonsense i'vE been long

editing fOR nonsense i've been long

editing for NONsense i've bEen long

edIting for nonsense i've been lONg

denSE Tine or none ion

dense tine Or None ion

dense tine or nONE ion

dense tine or none Ion

seT On oNE i

set oN One i

sEt On oNe i

toNE nO eoN

TOne no Eon

NEon Toe

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and in the end, I was lost.

about editing

what is edting for?

this is nonsense.

is there a pattern?

I'm trying

what is editing?

nonsense is a pattern

try editing a pattern is

editing nonsense I'm

editing patterns of

trying to edit

editing is trying

edit nonsense is trying

trying patterns this nonsense is

editing with nonsense patterns

what is nonsense

what is a pattern of editing

of nonsense editing patterns of nonsense and patterns

I'm trying to be nonsense am I trying?

trying to edit patterns of editing and I'm trying

trying to trying to edit and editing what?

I'm editing what patterns

what patterns edit I'm nonsense

I am nonsense of editing patterns of editing

patterns of editing nonsense is editing am editing

what patterns of editing nonsense is editing patterns of

editing what patterns of editing nonsense is editing patterns of trying

trying to edit nonsense editing patterns of

is there a pattern?

patterns of editing pattering footsteps of editing patterns

beats of editing patterns of paternal not paternal

but not but what editing patterns of the wrong patterns

of adding editing to my pattern of nonsense I am nonsense

I'm patterns of editing

I'm editing I'm editing

I'm editing nonsense patterns of editing patterns of trying

to edit the there if they where I am editing

where am I editing am I editing nonsense?

which nonsense am I editing which editing is patterns

patterns nonsense patterns of editing patterns of

is there a pattern

aammmm eeyyyeee seeing eye with patterns of seeing

seeing is editing in mind in mind keep within the pattern

patterns of editing nonsense patterns of editing

is there a pattern?

editing is nonsense what is nonsense what is nothing but a pattern?

what is a pattern of nonsense is it editing without trying the pattern but finding the pattern of


I've been editing nonsense, trying to find a pattern for so long

that I've lost the ability to make any sense of my own.