On Can’s “Halleuwah”
Parallel procession
Hallelujah and the mythological neuroses don’t rise
Spiral Fortitude
What are we going to do now?
Now that we understand that the center of life, a bangle of stars that circles in this Cosmic Echo
This blackness
where in which life is emitted
but also that there is no escape from this primordial choreography
We’ve all been dreaming
Of Mother destroyer
Mother giver, of all things unpromising and uncompromising
Destroyer, that everything must be accounted for whether there is the absence or presence of
light
Blackness after all is absolution, and the speed of light must reckon its path to accommodate its
expansiveness
Motherfucker, shut up
How many lives to live for the taste of sunshine and liberation
What will we do now with our talents?
Do we sell those along with future or is this message brought to by a corporate sponsor that
guarantees to rid itself of guilt that
that captor is made human at the site of violence visited upon the captive and not the other
way around?
What will we do now when the organizations and institutions and states understand that change
is not encompassed in identity reificication but instead to be stamped with liberation?
What will we do now,
Now that we understand that the reading of trees, landscapes, caverns and pillars has less to
do with their existence and more to do with managing our own obsolescence?
I am Eddie Hazel
Here to set your synapses on fire
An electric spirit speaking through
Electric shadow
Moving upon water in the dark
If you hear any noise,
It’s just me
And the boys
Bundling hope into a burlap funk sack
Mother Earth is pregnant for the 7th time and has decided the birth can longer be decided and
to encourage us to pass on the future enthusiastically or
Be eaten whole after getting caught on the after birth’s teeth and grip
Here I stand
Sonically informed
What if I let go of this attachment?
Life is not to simply suffer
But the point is to
be made and remade
in the practice of reaching an image
Nefertiti, The Beautiful One Has Come
Come into the Black
Turn to Blue
Leave burdened for the dawn
Leave sore from the muscles intricate movements of days past.
When did the tongue ever utter a sound against the hallow Tao? Moving with it the goddesses
and demons that guard each movement. I am in, in reproach
In between
Betwix. Moving with vowel, consonants, definitions of encephalopathy. Grey matter as holding
space for political struggle against biological determinism. The unconscious is real in the series
of:
1. The embodiment of self and self within others experiential discharge. Oneiroi. These
pleasures come twinned.
2. For the slip of my nasal cavity, to the slip of the rays within the band of dust, this circlet,
takes the tongue. If you see your inner child on the road, feed them.
3. Within the haze, within the room, the Blackness of Darkness is staged: Whale enters
Jonah, Jonah enters Bartleby. Who has time to bear the guise of saint, when it is man
that is made indecisive images.
Marble marred with bullet holes is where run off time is laid. The beautiful one has come to the
valley. Alte. Neue. Alte past misgivings. It should be considered ill-fated to be worshiped by
banal evil.
The beautiful one has come. To the valley. Between two rivers, veiled forest, whooshing
stumbling. Birl swamp,
Enter,
I
Enter,
I
Historical monolith
A beauty has come
along with the topography of deserts
and promises of frankincense and milk
Let arrows rain from Robbie Shakespeare’s bass guitar
Your private life is wearing me out.
Resist document
A Beauty Has Come
Put di spotlight pon di devils.
And see their luminescent wings glow under a neon moon.
Search for The Reason Why
I should have known when I decided upon the muddy path that there be hooves following after.
Odd-toe family is the name we have given to Equidae family. Hooved and bathed in the luminous eyes of an inverted black hole. The light dances around them but it is only the blackness of the pupil that provides containment for such marvel. Hippo morphs is the mother of the family, where well-furred rotund beings dwelling. Afro. theirs is the Holy Spirit. Beasts of creation from the land where time began to beat. Eutheria.
UTAN UTAN
Ancient holy god names for man made disasters dealing with our obsolescence. Can’t feel it in the heat of an unusually warm afternoon? That the shift in the patterns of sharks that 400 years old have forgotten their meals, grew fat on consequence of precious life and now die prematurely from natural gas?
We have found the cure for primordial immortality.
Agonized Historical Tuesday Mornings
The inflated sense of sense of these mortar hollow baroque buyers of flesh
The main flow of human behavior flows from three
As pleasurable as semen pools in the belly.