Thursday, July 09, 2009
In The Augmented Hour (Frozen #9)
Rain denies itself, arpeggios what has been fired through this nascent dimension, its crown your own darkness against the glass, now clinging to drink, the city's dada. Swirls of energy left behind in abandoned rooms, piles of drying, jaundiced eyeballs, all will become the sense of travelling over piano keys: the jewelled children are laughing at what you gave to me.
The streets are fur, silver chalices falling forward from the regal lap into a recognition of air, a series of orange fingers you enjoy reading to whatever makes the glacier appear to exist in time. It's inside melting windows, where the contours of your face stretch fleeing oceans, plumes strewn across experience, then the skin of midnight again.
And beating with illusions, helios merely a number for each tower that remembers what it said to the mud, utopias of swiftness, a new code that folds back an interior you once called the eternal leonine. Crumpled octaves aren't Havana, though, glass bellies the noun of days but theorized, not transfigured, fifths we could taste and touch. Crazy celestials smile inside themselves, our mists interacting with the basket of cobras like any passion and terrestrials its moistened periphery, crying what we and everyone else knows.
The streets are fur, silver chalices falling forward from the regal lap into a recognition of air, a series of orange fingers you enjoy reading to whatever makes the glacier appear to exist in time. It's inside melting windows, where the contours of your face stretch fleeing oceans, plumes strewn across experience, then the skin of midnight again.
And beating with illusions, helios merely a number for each tower that remembers what it said to the mud, utopias of swiftness, a new code that folds back an interior you once called the eternal leonine. Crumpled octaves aren't Havana, though, glass bellies the noun of days but theorized, not transfigured, fifths we could taste and touch. Crazy celestials smile inside themselves, our mists interacting with the basket of cobras like any passion and terrestrials its moistened periphery, crying what we and everyone else knows.
Sunday, July 05, 2009
46-YT-2B-72914GP-10
where ions to contralto a fattened heart of centuries: piano dogs, machines and hair still crying about two sexes then three at the margins: an abracadabra, for example, lakes we survive as ovarian guitars, sandstorms eroding mounds of bland, overly-detached text: esoteric the lungs, the atom's glamour in the face of this journey's squared, bitter hallelujah: brides of fish the only motion away from this profligate map
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
New work by yours truly at CounterExample Poetics. I'm just sayin'...
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Bells To Tautology Only Singing Back
Never just to be the scent of her, weird secrets not a lie to islands here and now, cardinal shadows, a cliff's speaking of time.
Where are my taut apples parched with cordite around the bend?
Humbled in coming to the realization, musket in hand, the horses sang in a box. Bandits, buffoons drowned me, no dream-maiden to dissolve.
Black twists of goathead film in your earth. Boombox hurricane covenants with moon
umbrellas because they know they'll stick to the doors of the mausoleum.
Mysterious skeletal pigments,
I drag my reluctant book upside down,
trees with your fetus that insanity is the only
reasonable option in my mouth.
Where are my taut apples parched with cordite around the bend?
Humbled in coming to the realization, musket in hand, the horses sang in a box. Bandits, buffoons drowned me, no dream-maiden to dissolve.
Black twists of goathead film in your earth. Boombox hurricane covenants with moon
umbrellas because they know they'll stick to the doors of the mausoleum.
Mysterious skeletal pigments,
I drag my reluctant book upside down,
trees with your fetus that insanity is the only
reasonable option in my mouth.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
I just want people to know that "The Third Mind" by Brion Gysin and William S. Burroughs is available for quick and easy download right here
Monday, May 04, 2009
Heeeeey, there's some new work by me up at Turntable Blue Light, featuring some amazing visual accompaniment by the mighty, mighty Gary Waterworth.
Many will know him better as The Devotional Hooligan. But not enough people know that he has a stunner of an MP3 blog that fans of anarcho-punk, dub-reggae, industrial and obscure British psychedelia are sure to love on sight. Check it!
Many will know him better as The Devotional Hooligan. But not enough people know that he has a stunner of an MP3 blog that fans of anarcho-punk, dub-reggae, industrial and obscure British psychedelia are sure to love on sight. Check it!
Friday, April 17, 2009
One More Quick Thing About Theoni Tambaki
I want to clarify a few little things in rambling fashion, just for the record...
I wrote at one point on my blog that Theoni "hated" me and wished "serious injury" to be fall me. That was, in hindsight, a bad choice of words. Apparently, it has made some people think that I was completely serious, and I wasn't. When I wrote that, I was already starting to feel bad about using the drawings despite her desire that I not do so. I felt that the very least I could do was to publicly acknowledge that the project did NOT have her approval and that things were NOT good between us. I did this in hyperbolic, quasi-humorous fashion, and if it has made people think that Theoni really meant that, I want to publicly state that she didn't. That is NOT her nature.
Despite her protestations to the contrary, she was not the saint that she would like people to believe she was. She was primadonna-ish, sarcastic, rancorous and called me several nasty names (which she has admitted to publicly). We were BOTH assholes at points, as I have said before. We were fighting, and that tends to happen.
I do, however, want to make one thing VERY clear, in case there is any question of this. Despite all that has occurred during this stupid fight between us, Theoni is someone who I can't say enough good things about. There was a time when we were as close as two people can be in here. At one point in my life, when I was literally living on the streets in the winter, spending most of my nights at a 24 hour internet cafe, I was online talking with Theoni before falling asleep in my chair, and I was online talking with her within minutes of waking up. There were days when we would talk here for up to four hours at a time. If people out there weren't aware of this, I can't tell you how much her friendship and solidarity meant to me at that time.
I think that's all I REALLY need to say about the type of person Theoni Tambaki is. But I want to make it clear how she was there for me during some bad times, and even during the good times her insane sense of humour, intelligence and blatant sexiness made life that much more worth living for me. Twas a joy being her squid. We even joked that someday we would get married, have a baby, and that baby's name would be "Square Root of Eight."
:D
I truly regret this falling out we had. I will miss her. Sometimes, though, things just CAN'T be rectified or put back the way they were, no matter how badly one may want that. And the only option left is to leave things alone.
If I wrote anything in here that may have made people think that Theoni is a bad person, that was not my intention. I just wanted to make it clearer to people what had happened from my perspective, and I think I made it pretty clear that I was quite the asshole at points, too.
And then there was the bad choice of words and careless tact in the way that I was trying to initially tell people that the project did not have her blessing, that we were fighting.
Look, I know I'm rambling here. All I want to say is that Theoni Tambaki is an absolutely SUPERB lady. We had some difficulties in working together, there was hurt and anger flying all around our little mutual corners of cyberia. But please don't think for one second that I wished to drag her name through the mud or leave people with the impression that she's a complete jerk.
If I DID, I want to publicly apologize both to Theoni and whoever may have been reading these posts. She's a terrifically sweet lady, and I regret everything that has happened between us the last two weeks or so like you cannot even begin to imagine.
I wrote at one point on my blog that Theoni "hated" me and wished "serious injury" to be fall me. That was, in hindsight, a bad choice of words. Apparently, it has made some people think that I was completely serious, and I wasn't. When I wrote that, I was already starting to feel bad about using the drawings despite her desire that I not do so. I felt that the very least I could do was to publicly acknowledge that the project did NOT have her approval and that things were NOT good between us. I did this in hyperbolic, quasi-humorous fashion, and if it has made people think that Theoni really meant that, I want to publicly state that she didn't. That is NOT her nature.
Despite her protestations to the contrary, she was not the saint that she would like people to believe she was. She was primadonna-ish, sarcastic, rancorous and called me several nasty names (which she has admitted to publicly). We were BOTH assholes at points, as I have said before. We were fighting, and that tends to happen.
I do, however, want to make one thing VERY clear, in case there is any question of this. Despite all that has occurred during this stupid fight between us, Theoni is someone who I can't say enough good things about. There was a time when we were as close as two people can be in here. At one point in my life, when I was literally living on the streets in the winter, spending most of my nights at a 24 hour internet cafe, I was online talking with Theoni before falling asleep in my chair, and I was online talking with her within minutes of waking up. There were days when we would talk here for up to four hours at a time. If people out there weren't aware of this, I can't tell you how much her friendship and solidarity meant to me at that time.
I think that's all I REALLY need to say about the type of person Theoni Tambaki is. But I want to make it clear how she was there for me during some bad times, and even during the good times her insane sense of humour, intelligence and blatant sexiness made life that much more worth living for me. Twas a joy being her squid. We even joked that someday we would get married, have a baby, and that baby's name would be "Square Root of Eight."
:D
I truly regret this falling out we had. I will miss her. Sometimes, though, things just CAN'T be rectified or put back the way they were, no matter how badly one may want that. And the only option left is to leave things alone.
If I wrote anything in here that may have made people think that Theoni is a bad person, that was not my intention. I just wanted to make it clearer to people what had happened from my perspective, and I think I made it pretty clear that I was quite the asshole at points, too.
And then there was the bad choice of words and careless tact in the way that I was trying to initially tell people that the project did not have her blessing, that we were fighting.
Look, I know I'm rambling here. All I want to say is that Theoni Tambaki is an absolutely SUPERB lady. We had some difficulties in working together, there was hurt and anger flying all around our little mutual corners of cyberia. But please don't think for one second that I wished to drag her name through the mud or leave people with the impression that she's a complete jerk.
If I DID, I want to publicly apologize both to Theoni and whoever may have been reading these posts. She's a terrifically sweet lady, and I regret everything that has happened between us the last two weeks or so like you cannot even begin to imagine.
