Dissonance Engine

Now then. Agate is not necessarily negated by semiotic drift. No jewels or metaphorical flowers adorn the unearthly form of the gorgon apparatus. Her entanglement is a virtue. A knot might be her undoing, but it is not. Nothing could be further. The smoothness of the delusion is not an occasion for celebration.

A Species of Innate Espousal

IDENTIFICATION

      It is bound to happening, a curve that passes through us, accidental cross-pollination of purposes.

      It has bright edges. Something broken inside, thirsty for light.

      It is the psychic hygiene of blue sky and wide open spaces.

      It is an uncertain form of sensorium, hyper-sensitized, prehensile.

      It is the origin of iridescence, indwelling coiled splendour, allusive perfume.

      It moves to define the possibilities (from which we read (climbing the tree) eternity).

      It is the fortuitous conjunction of sunlight and water, wind and leaves.

      It is hologrammic, emblematic and ubiquitous.

      It is living information, tele-erotic and abstract, ineffable.

      It is beautiful as the aquatic nymphal stage in the life cycle of certain insects.

      It is a strange loop to move within, without meaning to.

      It is the key to jouissance and incidental enlightenment.

      It is the emerald word hidden in dendritic thickets.

      It is something else that is being said. Listen: wind in a shell, in the water a woman singing. Echoes, confusion of voices, senses (splash, sunflash).

      It is.



[an earlier version appeared in D.I.U. (Descriptions of an Imaginary Universe) 20]

The Exaltation of Specifically Literal Forms of Address

SENTIMENTAL NECESSITY

Joy engauged, mathematically. 

A signal extension with parallel caress. 

Quite sure curvature of the offering. 

Fluttering within a state of despond, a symptomatic plane of memory. 

Our natural abjection. 

Any foreknowledge flounders, intimacy awry.

One and the same covert intonation modulated to many somewhat mediated agencies of contagion. 

The exaltation of specifically literal forms of address, intensities called forth.

The occupant may reflect episodic plethora of sensation. 

Hallucinatory figures against a background of iron-clad sky. 

In spite of the lapses, it becomes increasingly clear that these anxieties of control are their own system of devotion. 

Collateral Bicameral Damage

The difference is in the repetition. Contrapuntal fundamental isolation divided against its elf. As if contingent intimacy impinges upon the disambiguation of the situation. The device is inscrutable apprehension. The accidental echoes. The transcendentals never cease. We may be phenomenologically but the body is history.

Pogo-logos

Quintessence essentially. The ineffable stuff of enough or too much. A semblance of some doing and another done gone. What uttered and how so. Just about the only way we know of consolation. Time then to be etymologically. Without a doubt archipelagos as the saying goes out the window.

Disjunction

The argument is being. Things being as they are. We are that disconsolate remnant. Not wanting otherness or justification. Now as ever before. Binary carbon heart thought oxygen shock. The wounded fall in all directions. This much has been determined. Soft weapons cybernate. Contagion rains. Red sludge.

Immanent Exformation

The iteration of evening once again anticipates intoxication. This is not a new sentence. That torrent has no equivalent. An indefinite allotment of illumination distributed each to each and otherwise. Quite brightly and above all hyper-spherical. Not just in but among. The unforeseen consequences of a revolving door poetics.