Movement + Mood, With & Without A Vengeance, Link to Brownings Sordello

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8 10 Cutters and Endings

Keep on doing new endings on this poem. Its working its way through. its a cutters. Gonna leave that as it is for now.

Novel online is jutting close to Cioran, a lot at times. I dont mean in the cath path as he does acutely, but in terms of beauty dour and death. There is in it a glazing of a brittle light glowing through the incendiary.

For ways out of the bohemian blight — ? as a poetic in carnation. Right now it starts as Baudelaire flyblown.

But no I dont think that section is going to stay as opening. Tho is some way, I dont know how, seems to travel close to Houellebecq —

Beauty arises out of a surreal somewhat belligerent dementia that is allusive unmitigable and torn.

Movement and Mood

Fourth version Universe of The Narrative, has the char working for a living. And moving from here to there and here to there — movement creating a condition of humanity char has to deal with. There is in version 4 mountains. for beauty to alleviate contempt. That means I can do moodies. intersperse across time line in a way that is flippant, slippery, flip pip lip rip crypt jumble sale.

I had needed help with the cartoons who were reducing my work to sounding like baby talk, nonsense rhyming has a certain enchantment relating back to cartoon death sequences. One of the first things I brought up was how to take myself seriously… when the language itself turns on the obverse…

And the poetry never leaves shakes behind. ever. ever wont refuses absolutely lets him vomit

Out of Order

Out of order! A lot of that stuff — ghosts in language — comes up Out of Order. Like in Empson. Which is why I fell in after, to some extent, all that free writing, to find where it dines. Cutters is a form of glorious greed, graced off of computer mixies. Why I dont denounce because its at point of infinity…. ha.

Thats where the real work comes in, finding order to the melange, what did dyna call it, my repetoire — shakes just threw a bottle of ink — Now I have to do research. fuck. I have to figue out a way how to fall in love with research.

I am naughty paula somewhere out the old way who used to vomit — the char is a drunk and not — at the same time, even the drinking and druggie dabbles is really about movement, the drunk is a skunk not unlike Lowell but dallies with Brautigan

Blight as a tyrannical devotion to beauty. with a crack into bataille…! where dirty arises from the madness in love for an escape to the real from the real and back again and aback again, that is in dereliction of obligations, where dirty peels back the dirt and eats it, eats the bloody tarnish as an unholy garnish, as a ridiculous empressement, keeper of the keys.

But closer to Cioran, my LA BOU

So entries the grotesque, which is not what it comes up as, comes up as beautified grotesque, from Catullus on.

Alas, pleading the Impossible, how I love to steal.