3.30.2004

Two senses only, sight & sound resolved Media. All that was important to Master were these two senses; the others left to atrophy. Over-stimulation of these senses naturally arose as the media addict grew older, for the senses of taste, touch, & smell had become numb by the lack of use. The concept of time became an indoctrination for the media addict was born into a world where color television already existed, where stereo sound systems were common place, where children's programming created a feeling of comfort & trained the media addict to fixate on one object to the detriment of the media addict's sensual education. Two senses only, sight & sound where stereo sound systems were common place, where children’s programming created a feeling of comfort & trained the media addict to fixate on one object to the detriment of the media addict’s sensual education. Two senses only, sight & sound resolved Media. All that was important to master were these two senses; the others left to atrophy. *

3.27.2004

born bold
I wasted morning sunlight with a pitcher, vodka at the ready
got gin too, a good solid plastic bottle of poisens, some lime
squeeze o' decay, rotgut, dry wood and campfirelight, tracks
train comes through around midnight, three on a match, rum in the flask

and lightning.

3.26.2004

* Kronos dies tonight
A Hill
said it best
"The conspiracy fears us."

the conspiracy fears us. & may their fears consume them, that we may live in peace

3.23.2004

these stragglers eat knowledge
books pitted against each other
in cages, hard time, forty years
gone, still disagree on the shelf

3.17.2004

*divinity,
  retrovirally transduced?
  transiently transfected?
               inductively transcended?

  (calm yourself,
                theophage)
scent of roses, of
    flowing, of swans
     & motion, of timezones
     & pinkness & slowly
    orbiting, of passing
     through life seeing
        charity, & hope
(a serenade for a
          fragrance
          of a woman)
     mutation

as a line, a mandala,      chaos
     chasma.. rocket ship and arrows
three crescent moons      dashes
     a movement implied, a coiling
boiling away behind the surface
these repeating
   themes, these
   routines, fragmentary
   epistolary; fairly
dense, thought
through.   Knew
             tragedy follows
   these tarnished souls, creates
a conspiracy of equals

3.16.2004

affect effect
be(cause become acausal because be)come
                          effect affect

3.15.2004

Cats remember
  They look you in the eyes
     as equals, and hold grudges
     and each is as unique
     and, in its own way, profound
     as an angel, fallen into animal
  Form. Remember cats
can think, care, and remember...
             (these angels are furry)

3.03.2004

& from the center outward this broken toy spins

3.02.2004

Fox Mask

I move like a ghost
 when I'm cornered,

      Blink & you'll miss me
      fox tail bounding in the distance

(move like a ghost
 lest I'm cornered.)

      Always
            Know what you're walking into
      especially: Know what to wear.
it's a hard night, full brittle with art,
with vision raw & channeled through me
          like a river,
          like a voice that breathes through you
in grief, or in ecstacy,
     or the wind that comes
fetid as a well is uncapped, this dank, this airing out
(ov grievances, ov essences, topi-
cal or not, it rests unlight, uncon-
scious until something unforseen
sets the slow stutter, mind's eye
shudders, gives off radiance) but the etchings are far
     too frail to capture the entity,
     and made manifest are only its footprints...

it's a night like that, pouring plaster
into the remnants of a beast far too fragile, too frozen with inequity to reveal itself - only these plaster
casts, these tendrils of hair, of spit and flesh and blood and semen smeared on glass, peered at for hours
     examined, presented before the courts
     weighed out by the gram, the milligram - there's only so much momentum
          so much morbid denunciation of familial bond one subconscious can ingest
     before throwing back
blacklit spectres of senescence
writ large across a reflection of gray hair
heavy
with black dye:

*art the heart, the earth
     the theater
i am built of a crater
and through disaffection these walls brittle
yet structurally sound,
tattered and crafted in severity, in secret,
in hushed tones
          behind closed doors, thumbnails chewed*

and this resolve, this residue, this i am built up from,
up out of, up into - this is my casing
my outer shell, and within
i am built of a crater