Picturesque tropes of wonder and mercy, fitfuls pitfalls, asunder and the blunder.

Whats doing with language, directly and indirectly.

I consider my art on sub — kind of perfunctory — does its royal toil job, it is a hoot for me to manipulate pictures I migrate off of the web for fun, fun for the do or die bunnies, too bad too sad it runs ripples through the fester and neg. If I can bring death into it, I will. Like a knot in my belly.

Lester Bangs is in my head… Chatty Kathy. Tho I am kind of attached right now to Emil Cioran…. I dont write alone. If I am writing I am also reading. And let it fumigate the lark.

My artwork here is disguised in fancified high dungeon. Its both morbid and arabesque. I know this. And that here, sometimes, on substack I let myself drown in it, testing language eclipses and elipses. But not in the Novel. There everything is edited into what travels fierce and forlorn in exacerbations of beauty.

Examines areas that engage in picturesque tropes of wonder and mercy, through language.

I think of my “char” Beauty — as somewhat like Genet thinks about his char/ Darling, that freedom to transpose into a Queen, if ever you have read him. There is some gender bending in my book where language becomes muscular? I think so.

Stole that from him to open language toward the French…