A Further Perturbation

So far gone and going yet. Not the unheard-of occurrence at first blush obscured by a cloud of recalcitrant data-points or the dubious utopia of a certain radiance without consequence but the ambiguous testimony that an unknowing concern for disclosure indicates. If that were to be implicit in the subjunctive light of some enchanted summit beyond the realm of elements. 

Tonal Syntax

Sentimental bacchanals beneath an effusive moon, bejewelled foliage frantic with anticipation, gathering madness in the shadows. The jar is adored and anointed with vowels. Oasis of infinitesimals within this agitated state of late. There are, of course, no actual infinitesimals. The plane of simultaneity is mainly deranged. Starlight is almost sentient. 

Interlinear Decoherence

It goes on all the time. The continuous dream-reel un-realing. By whatever means screened . . . imperturbable surface of mirrors or ritual bowls of blue vapour . . . eyes shut softly weeping machinic unconscious. Not yet the epiphytic argument of ambiguous intent but approaching post-apocalyptic dispensation. The wholly modal scroll unscrolled. 

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.