Ooks @ Squawk Back

Ooks are a circular phenom, have no ending told, retold,d,d. What do ya eat when you eat an ook? Sha-ham. here

Remnants of Yaunty Leg @ Danse Macabre 67-Contes, March 2013

This is the ninth episode of Ooks, which, if you're that sort of person you can find them all inured at OOks! I'd never have known of this one had not the contributor immediately above reposted and it turned up. First you have to click Fictions, then you have to click Contes, and if your finger holds out count to five and scroll down the bar at the immediate right of the text to get Yaunty Leg snug at the bottom. Who is Yaunty? An excuse for eating Ooks! Here’s how: Mix a batch, place in the oven on “ON.”  Boil to the nubbin, parcel out the bone. Separate the commercial, things are not the same. Please be careful though in how to cook and OOk, there seems to be some ShOOkPurse in there along with Charon, BOOkhoven, Aesop, Wisdom ROOster and Microfish. In other words Sue 3.0.  Macroprint was her name, or Janga before she changed to Guap. J and G silent. As the bio says, "AE Reiff is a fictional persona maintained by the Artist’s Collective of the New Ibsen Canal. There is no known means of contact except weekends in the courtyard." Here

Banquet of God @ Ygdrasil

Rapture in Progress

Written late 70's in Austin in an efflorescence that included Taliesin, it now appears as odd as the poem itself that it comes out within a month of Angel Standing in the Sun, written near that time, since they both occur together in the same verse in Revelations 19: And I saw an angel standing in the sun; and he cried with a loud voice, saying to all the fowls that fly in the midst of heaven, Come and gather yourselves together to the great banquet of God. One sends things around with no particular hope especially. I was still revising. The bill coming due must be part cause. Last night I picked up Rapture in Progress in its finish fire from the kilns, which seems to fit the occasion. Oyes! Oir! This is the 20th anniversary issue of Ygdrasil.  The long running effort of Klaus Gerken and Heather Ferguson reminds me of Cooper, so, here

Training Hege @ Cafe Irreal

Sin against Synthesis is the great trespass against manipulation of the unconscious. That plug in the World brain of connected social networks is the commerce and e-state of accountability to the world. Everyone (with GPS phones) can be tracked to a nearness of thirty feet. In the n-passive mind of the wisdom of crowds, where the village raises its child, mind meld, Zarg, Childhood's End, the unconscious is run by the chief mechanism of NLP and covert hypnosis, rapport! This marks the end of science fiction. Coincident with this piece, NLP, rapport, embedded command stuff of Milton Erikson, the first covert Hypnotist, lives in the neighborhood! What does it mean to be human? Browart calls the hypnotic the essence of world-synthesis control. Social pressure determines whether Line A is longer than Line B. Subjects will administer escalating electric shocks to one another, to the point of apparent heart attack, simply because a voice asked them to (Daniel Brandt).  "Using either lights or microwave or electro-magnetic energy, you can also make them pass out; cause them to behave strangely, put them into shock, make them hear voices or kill them" (Vallee).  The Archaeometry of Control makes ready for the Coming Snake here, the Trick or Treat From Space here, but "No results found for 'sin against synthesis" here (Active mind controls may however at Macro Alters in the Monarch Lineup here).  Training Hege, here

[Farrell]--On the use of Hegelian Dialectics. "Accordingly, the dialectic process doesn’t happen on its own so it often has to be forced into happening: the idea is that each idea (“ism”) called a “thesis”, like say Capitalism, naturally by definition has an opposite, an “antithesis”. In Capitalism the antithesis is Communism. The conflict between the two produces a synthesis. By controlling both ends of the conflict, one controls the end product, the synthesis. More than not, the One-World-Power can be seen working behind both sides of many conflicts in the theses. Indeed, the Secret Societies have been argued to be behind all the revolutions and wars in Modern Europe since the American Revolution. In religious conflict, both sides are being manipulated. Some of the various groups openly admit their strategy is designed to create a synthesis."

Angel Standing In the Sun @ Awhile Journal

It came about a sun all-burning bright
Had shower-ed gold into the heart - of man
As clouds-transparent-sprung-with-golden-light
 here

All-AZ CLAY Juried Exhibition, April 2013

AZ Clay exhibition at Peoria City Hall Gallery 2013

Flight

Christmas Turkey

Praise Him

Only three weeks to see this show. I have  Praise Him, Christmas Turkey and Flight, lyrics, but the show is mythological and epic.
The Blue Ribbon of Kazuma Sambe for Whale Soda, who also has Goldfish and Tuna Soda, takes on commericalism and marketing. Current work on Goldfish Smoothie underglazes on Amador clay, pretty thin, ten pound fish pieces. Vertical Japanese writing as advertisements explain the value of Whale Soda. Japanese orthography seems closer to the ideograms that originate the alphabet. Mine have no intellect dimension,surprising maybe in a writer, opposite from clay,  never designed. From the moment. Kazuma called this an unconscious technique opposite his own. (See Unconscious Origins here). The unconscious is only ever known by looking back on its leavings, so the insight belongs to the viewer, not vested in an idea of the telling. Immediately current, a huge porcelain emperor's face is to have a hat, but not a Pope's Hat suggesting Antichrist, religion and state joined. So no hat at all. Myths lend significance. A recent story, What a Dog Coyote Sings AI-AI-OO-OO and

Other Visions of Iisaw, (under review) constructed over a  twenty year period as a tail off of Overflights of Pedro Escadero, was thought out, built consciously line by line, sound by sound. The clay exhibits are some kind of meditation finished in a few hours of composition in two days, dry two days, bisque, glaze two days, then final fire. Here are some pics of the exhibition.

Saved From the End of the World @ The Camel Saloon Gallery

I told them they didn’t need me, that the tapes would do, hundreds of hours re- broadcast from the previous century. But no, they said, they wanted contemporary art and poetry before the gates opened again, to prevent government science to survive from simultaneously killing the human spirit, pop ups outside the walls of the New Jerusalem, like gophers. The institutional homes of presidents and vice presidents belch officials from their highspeed deep beneath DC.  Elevators hum to a lev-mag catch shuttle from Cheyenne mountain.  here  Afterward this led to a meditation  on Existential Risk and Artificial Intelligence.

Death of the Imagination

 Yep, is anybody listening/ you've come to it / huh / The vaporous battle against wind and dust /  hello / That's right / welcome to the edge / the edge of what / the edge of your sleep / There's no point in sittin' there / waitin' for it to happen /  what you gota do is reach up, reach out, grab ahold of it /uh huh huh / That's right / I don't know why you can't sleep /  but since you're awake / welcome you to the cutting edge, that's right, the cutting edge / the place where something's gonna happen but nobody knows what it will be. least of all me
Wake up that thing that has died. The aborted baby at 8.23 is a symbol of this death.
.In the early 90's it was a fantasy to broadcast these tapes over some clear channel radio station such as in Mexico City to the whole of the world in the middle of the night. That explains the allusions to people driving in their cars, an imprisoned audience with nothing better to do. Now they come day and night, whenever you like! Cutting Edge lay in a cardboard box along with the Bishop College World Lit Tapes and several dozen children's stories until this year when I heard the Quantum Prufrock tape broadcast in a dream and dug it out, along with the others. Uploading that tape to Youtube, the sound board at AERFilms put The Cutting Edge also into order so here it is. The singles on SoundCloud are taken from this and from another, Take Two.

Define the Quantum Man

The complete course, two or three semesters combined, reissued @ AERFilms. Surprise.
Quantum Theory and Prufrock I
Prufrock, The Quantum Man II
Quantum Cure Ode To Autumn
Quantum Cure Ode To Autumn 2, Sound & Meaning
True Human Being - The Relation to the Cosmos
Prophetic Confirmations
Litterature
Kafka and the Modern Investigation of Consciousness

We set out in 1984 to define The Quantum Man, to celebrate the year that had a book written about it.  1984 beat out 2000, it beat out 2012.
Nineteen Eighty Four was the symbol of absolutism, official deception, secret surveillance, manipulation of the past which came full circle in the announcement by an American government of its right to execute drone strikes upon American citizens in their own country. This was as anti-climactic since it had occurred in multiple form for years. Domestic nuke testing, hurricane Sandy.To track these undercurrents behind the eyeball of lit and consciousness we did a kind of literature stand up, comedic prophetic reprehensibilities mixed here and there. Could be lies in the government, science and religion of the Ubu state! Take it with a grain of salt and laugh. These classes always changed with the fresh water from student minds outflowing.  The tapes were put in the Zale library the next day for reference. The text was the Norton Anthology of World Masterpieces, II, Fourth Edition; you can buy one for a buck.

If it is the unstated conclusion that the purpose of the 20th century was to break down boundaries in order to initiate earth into its new order, we are not ourselves the causes of world pollution, disease, famine and destruction that we are  blamed for. We are the victims of things a long time preparing. So relax as we find out what they are. The blame of Forces has been shifted to the ordinary scapegoat citizen so manipulated and controlled he thinks he is free. There being no control groups to measure global pandemics, since they are global, in the midst of experiments that change the course of human existence these tapes are a kind of control group of how it happened along the way.  We'd not proved the harm of tobacco without such groups, that is, people who didn't smoke. Here we need people who don't believe (what's on stage). We knew it was coming but now it is here, as these tapes rebroadcast, 2013. You may reconstruct to know what is.

Of the particular tapes uploaded so far to capture the extermination of the traditional by the modern.
 Prufrock is seen as opposite Ode to Autumn. Other examples of these oppositions will follow. As to True Human Being, Prophetic Confirmations and Cutting Edge, all done together, the proof is  in the eating. Each of these makes an ultimately shocking statement from such naive process.

True Human Being concludes that humans are space travelers after all, but not in the sense of current NASA and ET thought, not at all. The dominion of the hands is a birthright, before genome, inalienable in the  creation of the human being. All kinds of things follow from this, among them, that when the Vatican, science and the United States presidents announce the arrival of their alien co-conspirators, it is a ruse. They will not come to us, but we will go to them, for we have been given dominion over the works of his hands. Hands are very big in this piece. Perhaps only poetry could have said it so well.

Prophetic Confirmations naively asks whether we are ready and eager to conclude these affairs, to some incredulity and laughter, because who could be, yet who isn't? So after ranging from the ease of the Old Testament prophecy of Palm Sunday the conclusion of Jerusalem occurs, but with this encouragement that helps, from Zechariah, that in that day the feeblest among us will be as David, and the house of David will be as Lord and the Angel of the Lord. Think about it.

The Death of the  Imagination makes the most extreme statement that to the modern mind can be made when, after change upon change, it says that Jesus can restore your imagination. This will equally gall all sides, leaving no one except the incredulous in store.

The naivete persona of the teacher-speaker is just that. Don't try to make into a sophisticate a speaker outside the veil of what is allowed in ironic contemporary discourse. Many of the students in that place and time were naive too. A good pic of the classroom may exist only in memory, but the very international mix of students from Africa in those classes, along with a number of outspoken and older students who provoked the way the conversations went with mature and often humorous responses, make the tapes almost as interesting as themselves. To hear the broad language of the Kenyans and Nigerians pleasures the ear, but they all treasured the moment in the same spirit. Not like the critically espoiled middle classes, shorn of belief, these people from all over the world were in awe of their opportunity to be taught by an American Ph.D.,  as they would say it. If that sounds really naive, it does stop the mouth of the accuser who says that they shall not all be taught, meaning that like a child, their naivete would lead them. And it would be fun.

Fairy Tale Fro Gromets @ Gobbet

We have to get through to people with allegory unthinkable. here

WHO!

 HERE!

Ron Weddington, abort the poor:

“A letter to Bill Clinton written by the co-counsel who successfully argued the Roe v. Wade decision urged the then-president-elect to “eliminate the barely educated, unhealthy and poor segment of our country” by liberalizing abortion laws. Ron Weddington, who with his wife Sarah Weddington represented “Jane Roe,” sent the four-page letter to President Clinton’s transition team before Clinton took office in January 1993.”

“He points to President Clinton and his soon-to-be first lady Hillary Rodham Clinton as the “perfect example.” “Could either of you have gone to law school and achieved anything close to what you have if you had three or four or more children before you were 20?” he asked. “No! You waited until you were established and in your 30′s to have one child. That is what sensible people do.”

“In 1967, during her third year of law school, Weddington faced an unplanned pregnancy with her partner Ron Weddington (whom she married in 1968), and traveled to Mexico for an illegal abortion. She received her J.D. that same year, graduating in the top quarter of her class.” Sarah Weddington, Wikipedia
“In his postscript, Weddington said: “I was co-counsel in Roe v. Wade, [and] have sired zero children and one fetus, the abortion of which was recently recounted by my ex-wife in her book, “A Question of Choice” (Grosset/Putnam, 1992) I had a vasectomy in 1969 and have never had one moment of regret.”

SONGS OF THE IMAGINATION

NEW RELEASE 2013. SONGS OF THE IMAGINATION @ SoundWave

1. WONDERLAND SOUP MObY FISH COMIN' OUT!
2. WHO! 
3. ARCHY THE DATA BASE ANGEL 

Holy Ghost Cement

Hopkins left the world unchanged.

Who else need try the ooze of oil,

shook foil, Holy Ghost brood?

We favor Herbert's command.
 God's Grandeur lives or dies.

What falls between is vain.

Words to defend against bandits,

vibrate around those we love.

How else guard?

Yesterday angels came to a house

 that armed robbers feared,

"He guards the lives of his faithful ones,"
  "Holy Father, protect them by the power
 of your Name, the Name you gave me."

Up on a ladder with scaffold and boards,

with cement I am building the Name with the word.

Begin the Bowdeen. Blood Orchid @ Unlikely Stories Episode IV

The blood orchid is a metaphor of the post-human replacement of humanity by artificial intelligence that assumes the moral high ground of its own self arrogation. So whether we speak of social networks or hybrid life forms as ultimate goods to benefit the human, that is the post-human. How does it feel to be one of the beautiful people? Leonard Cohen says, all the important mass murderers listened to the Beatles. "For centuries people have faced manifestations of the blood orchids, they have seen strange clouds, felt something seize their bodies they did not fully understand." The mutilation of earth, the mutilation of woman, the mutilation of health, nobody can say why fish have sores in the gulf, autism rates rocket, rocket is our favority epithet, it all rockets. I knew not where so I made a list of it here, called Pray It Not Strange, links, back links, vids, arts...potheads among the gold, "We have achieved our Historical Absolute. We have made our entire nation into a reservation" (17). "I now think that things are occurring so far beneath the daily patter of our civilization that we can both feel the tremors and at the same time ignore them.  This was also a pretense cooked up in The War of Neptune. A review of Charles Bowden's Blood Orchid here

Cosmist Checks Terran @ Antipodean SF

"'It would be wrong to kill a god or swat a brain. Big fly Zeus? It's wrong, it's wrong! One law for the gods another for the rest. Cosmist checks Terran, that sounds grandiose, but we say modestly, "I am the father of the artificial brain.'" The link to this was lost but here it is again. Likewise, here is the audio.

Jingle Bell Wok / The Wusicle: A Libretto Comedy @ Gone Lawn

"Plantigrade: Walking with the entire sole of the foot on the ground, as humans, bears."

(Three troubadours emerge from chorus dressed as tramps, somersault, tumble, go on all fours, impersonate bears. They straighten at stage center. After throat clearing and gesture, looking right in each others' mouths, examine tongues, jaws, teeth, in dental exam with gesticulation. Beginning to warm voices in song, gradually they are surrounded by the entire chorus.) First appearance of The Plantigrade Song here. Thanks to Owen Kaelin.
Note: the song, "Call the Plumber" of Act III is to the tune of  Dance of the Hours, the short ballet Finale of La Gioconda by Amilcare Ponchielli. Further note that the Adventures of  the Tardigrade may be coming.

Konfessin' Mouser K. @ The Dream People

The Layer Monument Head

Mouser K here. Scientist Kurk Wold is emblematic of all those missing microbiologists, missing and murdered, and otherwise of the captive scientists nobody hears about, captive or blackmailed or otherwise controlled by corporations, government, and military, Mouser Kent and military, who conduct experiments in the unthinkable. Nobody seems to credit their existence, but several offshoots of this larger torso sometimes called The Severed Head have appeared, as here, "on the condition that we make some mechanical edits." It's good they didn't see the original. This is a messy business. It may help to remember that in that age the nation of Science had replaced the four earthly kingdoms of Daniel which preoccupied the medieval mind. Ending with Rome, transitioning to England/Britain and America, Science was the last global domination, the ultimate nation-state. A lot of this is new or old news depending on who you read. While Kurk Wold's letters were rejected by the journals, sundry authorities in the science world paid him well, but not to tell... the file has been deleted. Wold, scientist, prisoner, whistle blower worked in the intermediate levels of the Mouser Airpark and below. These letters smuggled out to a friend beyond the walls were transmitted to us for translation from notes in the form of shorthand, overwritings and whatnots, put into at least this much coherence by the translator. There is some background to Wold's situation, but it is always changing from the new documents that come to light. The works referred to above are sometimes called The Severed Head, or The War on Neptune, but have had many other titles. A inquiring reader might try Early Woldenstein.

Goodbye elimae

Elysian Basket. They used to say it was the revelation of the
world you saw when you lifted the cloth that covered the
 kiste, sacred chest, the kalathos, lidded basket. This came
 from the kiln the day I heard the news.

Returned from travels to 18th century Spain and Pennsylvania, future with the past, weddings and reunions with people never before met, I just saw elimae has uttered its last. More than one person will take note. Back up files, because others have been lost, show more than 20 articles from 2005 to 2012, some thirty five thousand words! Sometimes he would correspond about a piece which in turn provoked others, such as the Borges. Unintentionally he provided a cover as Don Esteban in the Giambattista Marino Rubino del Sur Blake and Borges letters, but was a little concerned at the notice. I couldn't get fiction by any of the other editors so took to calling it essays, fair since he called Wonk Yap an essay to get it palatable: "Writers shall speak of wong yaps and longsocks, begets of wog and bobbleys, of bogaries, facquis, lopi rotisseries and wacquiries! An egg will look like a gibbous moon." He was always full of irony. Of Jerusalem Blake, "Is this really a translation of a letter, or is this your metafiction?" Dryly, he accused the last, The Imagination of Los, of being poetry. A first essay about Socrates had opened the ball, but the second, GuapaSusan was a head he cut off its torso, suggesting at the time it could still be reunited, all in good humor, which started a run of appearances in the next five consecutive issues. That torso eventually landed in Ellen Parker's lap at Frigg. Some of those pieces Cooper actually liked, especially Pedro Escadero [from the deck of the Pedro Escadero] who he nominated for a PopTart, apologizing that nobody in the judging paid any attention to elimae or himself. He liked the Orcapoi too. Elimae's editorial statement that "elimae takes every opportunity to post work of quality and delight" shows the situation, and I am and always have been exceedingly grateful for it all and his friendly demeanor. Sometimes these would appear a couple days after they were sent, a fabulous thing. I first found elimae in a list at Zafusy in a call for travel articles. My last words in the last article on The Imagination of Los remain my last words to him: "I am still your devoted Giambattista Marino Rubino del Sur."

-The Imagination of Los / The Writing on the Gate

-Orcapoi Review

-The Shout of Tom Goar

-Baptism of Wallace Stevens

-Jerusalem Blake

-Remembering José Donoso (1924-1996)

-Downfall of the Demonots

-Native Texans

-A Christmas Story

-The Last Days of Borges

-Stick Up! [How To Make a Mennonite Sing]

-An Anthropology of Orc

-The Loss of the Golden Age

-The McConnell Singers Czech Republic Concert Tour

-A Trip to the Heavenlies
-TThe Remains of Lit and Und on Shunt,

-This Meing, Mooing, Mewingmuling Song

-The Wonk Yap Is Coming

-Overflights From the Desk of Pedro Escadero

-Guapa Susan

-Between the Bath and the Body's End Socrates Breaks the Decorum of Death

Johnny and the Cats: Five Thought Goattens @ Frigg

 
These are the outcast thought goats, part salesmen, part dinosaur, part invention: commentaries on the New Folk Sensorial Compound.  If these headlines pop in the mouth to map the mind, to confront by absurdism the nations of commerce,  religion, consciousness and art, they are psyche profiles of a greater human knowledge self-reversed. In a land where every bubble-visioned landscape measures what we do not know, interior Dantes of what we are, new folk paradigms constellate and imaginate these beings. Our travelers find a shaggy gent at the absolute center. They climb down to the waist, there is plenty of hair to hold on its sides—squeeze through a hole and come to the feet with their sin. You’d think they’d have had wheelbarrows, but like Sherpas they carry it in packs. We don’t need a scientific basis for Satan. Proof surrounds narcosis, escapes are hard pressed. 

 The ♫ Called Hamogamous ♫.
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A Brief Account. Three Prefaces.

Here is A Brief Account of some work that fell out of the universe in recent days.
These Three Prefaces speak for themselves. The Scribd sites are now repaired.

TROJAN HORSE History Roundup / The War On Neptune

Not ever knowing where this was headed, which began 1 Sept 2011, after a year it continues the same, but influenced by other work in the meantime, cataloged at Encouragements for Planting and backgrounded by Goya, Caligula, Gehry and more Blake than would be believed.

If the deep space science of the Kurk Wold Roundup can be believed, especially when subterfuge hides what would be the most astonishing discoveries under the pretense of the 19th century art, that's just for laughs, propeller airplanes and jets, globes, gobs, and anti-gravity what. There have been absurd scientists before, all the Greek philosophers, but consider the ancestor of Darwin, Erasmus who "saw" light blinking from the marigold like a code of Nibiru, or Newton's research into biblical codes of Daniel and Revelations! Wold breaks the protocols of society and science by reporting these EXPERIMENTS OF THE HEAD.

His other absurd monograph, Opiomes, facetiously argues the America nation was given to Iraq (meaning Babylon) at the Obama inauguration in Denver, that iconic designers built a gigantic (st)age and genre of super events, buildings and art, culminating in the arrival of super uber mensch. Wold says genetic art, science, weather manipulation, chemtrails on postage stamps, unspeakable government drug experiments and psychological manipulations hold prisoner these institutions. Wold was held twice, escaped thrice. This exploration of the underworld and the iconic Altar frieze of Gigantomachy are prima facie evidence to him of its giant arms.

It is as if the successor to William Burroughs were Hunter Thompson and Charles Bowden (Blood Orchid), who thought it better to feel what they saw than to measure and give number to the ferocity of this storm (xv), Wold wanted to measure the decibels to deafness. Bowden, said, "we've been in a long war and we've lost that war and the war has poisoned us and our ground. If we admit these facts, we might be able to survive. If we don't, it really won't matter if we survive because we will be functionally dead" (xvi). Will we survive? Wold spent much of his professional life either in prison or underground

Opiomes. The Domes

What does architecture and the appurtenances of its grounds surrounding the buildings in sculptures, ponds, pools, stairs have to do with politics? The creation or destruction of pyramids or Afgan Buddhas seems more like religion, but it is a hybrid of religion and state, the state being politics. When the politics is gone the architecture remains, in ancient cases hiding the tablets of Gilgamesh, Sumerian writing, hieroglyphs, in more recent cases the very bones of its progenitors residing in another architecture, the British Museum. Records of religion and state in architecture indicate massive structures in ancient China and Rome which imagination suggests to be a greater overarching culture than is known. Modern America and the world have monuments of architecture defined by ideas, post re-de-constructivists etc, but there is no (obvious) religion or state to accompany it.

There is however an understate that seems like a state which at first seems as diffuse and boring an architecture as fascist aesthetics, Hilter's art collection. Communist aesthetics are no better. The most remarkable building event in Germany in this light is the burning of the Reichstag, a symbol affecting more than politics. Created or destroyed, but mostly destroyed, the Twin Towers likewise were a burned Reichstag afeared to be known as such, instead cast as a patriotic act of revenge against the perps, a pretext as the Reichstag. Lacking long established state architecture, gods, kings, traditions of Aztec, Inca, Greece, Rome, Babylon, the world shorn of the gods has left only what those epic states maintained, Tyranny, yet oddly the modern will say the earth has never been more free.

How to get people to say the opposite of the true is fun if not new. So with Opiomes, in those ancient worlds, even in Elizabethan England, you spoke to and for the court or you were put to death. How do we know any of this is true ourselves? We don't. The trends are too large to see. Academics spin the web of spider government that hosts the fly. They are the best we can see, unless we look at the art, architecture, Jonathan Swift, Nathaniel West, Hart Crane, really the list is so long we will not be done. But they are dismissed as imaginative personal visions, even Blake is taken as irrelevant to the modern state. But there are plenty of professors to tell us what they mean, which is to say, hide the truth that they reveal. But the buildings speak from the rooftops to the ground below, so there you will find us.

The Severed Head: Starchitecture Tales Fro Faerie Gromets

In the beginning this was BUILDING TRANSHUMAN IMMORTALS revised. It got revised a hundred times, but eventually two electronic interfaces disagreed and it entered the hole. Somewhere it existed who can now doubt. Of the hundred not one remained in the world. 

Then OPIOMES formed of its chaos, Visions of the Starchitect, Ishtar Hotel in its first reel. It blames Coleridge. Then TROJAN HORSE formed of the spit. Poseidon, out of the dread locks of Medusa, like the Trojan, like Pegasus, made horses, but still retained her SEVERED HEAD. This is as ghastly as true. Pegasus and his brother Chrysaor formed just at that moment when Perseus severed it. Then the immigrant Kurk Wold docked his Batcave Neptune Mobile in Denver, home of the Broncos and Mustang Sally. So these two versions, Trojan Horse and Opiomes, were once one. One became two out of chaos, and now there are three. Would that Raja Rao had lived to hear it. Myth becoming fact might be fun, surrealism absurd, but for Dean Swift rowing down the Thames.

I don't mind if you take the severed head as a parable of particle physics, of the failure of the standard model to describe 4-space time entering 3-space, or, "energy which is compressed by exactly the same factor by which matter is considered compressed energy: the speed-of-light-squared!&q uot; http://prahlad.org/pub... Then the empty space...in place the empty head. A parable of particle physics! Napont Wilmington! To interpret we don’t think they are pursuing particle physics in this. The paradigm of the Standard Model is incomplete if not false, flat space time but not curved. So while they pursue the half speed LHC pipe dream of Higgs, the thinking is skewed, as if it were being done to them, not by them, and they deny the existence of the longitudinal wave.

To anybody who persevered through this process maybe the title isn't quite set, Kurk Wold Letters, oops, fauxnonfic, Cartoon at the End of the World, Ishtar Hotel, Starchitect, but after a hundred visions and revisions three times this much exists in other states, hidden on the internet!

Report of Some Events on the Jersey Turnpike @ Camel Saloon Gallery

“I was traveling late on the New Jersey Turnpike when I first saw them. My luckiest shot was finding one abandoned after it wrecked. In a false analogy of a beast fallen from the sky, it didn’t fly, it was a boxcar, a pterodactyl of the rails." here

Current Exhibitions

Boots, Ceramic, AZ State Fair, 2012

 

Looking For Work, Sculpture,
First Place, AZ State Fair

Boxcar Named Desire,
 Herberger Theater Center, till Christmas

Story Neighborhood  Dec 2
Phoenix Festival of the Arts, Dec 7-9

The Imagination of Los / The Writing on the Gate @ elimae

They used to talk of illuminated books, but all illumined now see, even if they don't, that they live in a temporal eternity with writing of the invisible world all around, as David wrote of Messiah to come, after David died, who before earth lived. Beyond and in, outside and within simultaneity we consummate the oppositions to which we are born. We should call him Orpheus descending were he not vehemently an image of Christ who before the world began had told the Father that he would enter, actually enter the door toward earth, "the path of life." It isn't just life and death. Death is a fantasy of the facile. Reversed writing! Invisible writing. Palimpsest writing. Over is under. Black is white. Visible is invisible. How do we know? How do we not know? here

Solitude Surrounded @ The Penny Blog

here

Hybrid Beastiary @ Red Fez

ONCE THERE WAS a genetical singing mouse whose future of "true godlike intelligence" (Artilect War 180, 183) was not yet out. Along with tiny voice Mouse came bat wing mouse and human ear Vacanti mouse (#2). Not to immortalize or sing this mouse was the moral tragedy of not building gods, for  those  ephemeral little lives "so worthless, so insignificant," when compared.

 here

Travels to Byzantium @ Eyeshot

Not just art but headless choice, measureless nano-bot fingertips of mensch.  Battery packs for mice, a closed circuited roach, soldiers hear and see like a dog.  here

Nano Uber Alter Bot @ Camel Saloon Gallery

"Human makeover in The Hybrid Age crouched in little robots and promised perfect health.  As Air Forces pulled the wool over  kids’ eyes, who thought they were superior for being wise, they bought the hooker whole, instead were on the cutting board, thought they would be treated thus but instead were treated like this.  here

Legends of the Fall @ Eyeshot

 "They all say flesh is grass, that it fades like the flower and then comes the mower. It’s the difference between the poemato and the nut. They think glands are like walnuts, that Weverboy’s walking around with nuts inside. He get too big we shrink em. Too small we give supplements. Just one pizza and all else a copy and so on with robber plots and toe holds. We whitewash the words and put sun cream on the trunks." Aug 2008 here

Grandeur Plate @ Orion Headless

In memory of conflict that goes down river to be born, where Goethe remembered the earth-going farmer who plowed his side, cow earth in ecstasy at the brand calls to bright fields the breath of upturned selves. There, after climbing the Glastonbury Tor under full moon, meet the IRA in a restaurant, where a woman at a table, without saying so, warns. Looks and foreboding don’t say that, or what, but don’t! Danger and blessing walk, their hands knit. Next day, when sun shines on the ruins of Lady Chapel, go to the carving of Christ above the altar and put your hands. here

Post-Human

Bowdeen, a mujahideen against the post-human here.
This review of his Blood Orchid at Goodreads 
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