How also relates to uses and abuses of logic
shape shifters
Took on another class. Color Theory. Drawing again. Gonna chew colors with Baudi l’air —
Lynched by the pynch. Was a way of getting. Rims whims limbs oh the famous bread basket. Dont slow down. Yes dying die ing diving — pushing words and sounds to where can wander around the chop chop looking for meeses species. Head Heart and Stephens Green. Prone to pigs and looking into certain aspects of the delusional. Which starts so young…
Good cause, needed difference, sublit —- a collection of layers in word time — to keep us busy. Yeah. Drawing too — letting go of studio except for prints. Need to compile book.
Book has several different kinds of entries along the way. Some from different eras. Floribunda poems are horse meat which is strange combination, the absurdity of it. And yet somehow they work. I trust my t’each ers.
Lady in Lake. Narrative, some of them are tight as Lispector. And loose too in usage, of course — loose but tight (is application of multiple simplifications…). How also relates to uses and abuses of logic, in the figure! OHH stole that, art and vehicle, picks up on the animated side of it. Moviementi —
Learned from the burner how to work thru. To say I love it is to admit defeat ? No.
What’s it about. I dont know tell you when it’s over. It’s about connection misdirection and the imp possibles who are a cartoon frisk of death, and the fall into languid abjection? Sure. I gotta get in after the sacreds that pull me into the broom with the Mary Fairy el desperado. I see all gods as mine. And also aspects language that visit upon as, yaknow, shape shifters.
I am glad I did what I did what I did tho not what I didnt. Or at least tried. H’air of dog. Passed to me the log. Only later did I learn how to share really — got kinda forced on me — why went after. Badly and gladly. Had head up ass cutting strips of bacon killing off the bat shitter, I needed help to stop doing that. Bat shit is legit.
Kept on trying somehow anyhow — to get out of knot foisted in throat cleft me struck milking the how now. And it took over my life. So necessarily as it started tied to this it remains so! But I want to kick the can down the road — want to get out of the Narcissismas and her Rope. Sacred Goat and the Presh. Just call it Presh — The Precious.
I abbreviate, Joyce does prooochyus or something, switches and doubles out vowels — I just love the freedom he takes as a poet — being a maker marker parker hark the angels hear them swing — Mild He lays His glory by Born that man No More No more may die Join tryhurumph of the sky With angelic host go pro clam —- Never too early for a christmas Jam.