Saturday, December 29, 2012

25 FOOTNOTES TO A BRIEF HISTORY OF HOW I APPLED YOUR TRESSES




(1) A Lovely Sunday Morning spent Sitting on your Face (-en) Face

(2) This Doubles as an Oppression that I’ll Judge as Being: “Too fucking Monumental to even Begin to End”

(3) Aye, to Begin: This would All Serve a Greater Purpose if it were to Eat the Phrase: “Oh, but that would just Never fucking Happen”

(4) Ah-Ha, So I Began with the Declaration: “By Ours in Fault…

(5) Yet the Struggle was to Wedge oneself Within, where one could still get a Foot over the Throat of a Narrative

(6) Anyway:-----------àIF You can’t See through those Dilated Eyes, you Might as well, use Mine

(7) Here, Perhaps this is a Question worth Asking: Is this the Search for an Endless (yet Circular) Description, or is it One Endless Description of the Day we Laid on my Roof, in July, Beneath the Sun, sucking on some Pops~?

(8) Oh, it was Always the Lure of Being Enveloped

(9) In Order to Rev the Engine of Force and to Starve the Process that was My Body, Flogging Back

(10) For every Conditional Statement, there Corresponds, an Anus

(11) The Most Grounding: the Taste of your Nipples

(12) In that Moment, I was thrown, quite literally, Back into the Wall which was the Exact Opposite Direction of where I had Sought to Move. 

(13) Thus, this is just to Say: “Don’t Worry, Baby-Girl, in the Blast Forward, I’ll Envelop your Ass…”

(14) I Always had the Reputation for the One that Came Last

(15) If I Must Accuse Myself, it is of Committing Continual Desires

(16) Being an Oppressive Person, Izsus always knew that one must either Use the Body to Introduce Mere (-ily) an Intruder’s Words, an Intruder’s Desires “As it Were…” OR one must Use it, Instead, in Place of a Silence, a Blackness, a Blindness Itself, to Introduce, or in other words, to “Tear Apart” some Submissive Subtlety in the Spectator that Emerges to Confesses: “In Life, it was but the Incessant Need for Speed and Revision…”

(17) And it was that Desire for Certainties that Made me Think: “Motherfucker, I’m off my Mark…”

(18) I Typed:--------àYour Ass” (I Said) || I Typed:--------àYour Ass” (I Said) || I Typed:--------àYour Ass” (I Said) || I Typed:--------àYour Ass” (I Said) || I Typed:--------àYour Ass” (I Said) || I Typed:--------àYour Ass” (I Said) || I Typed:

(19) Until I Achieved that Point where I Typed: “Which was Mine all Along in fucking Grace...”

(20) In Other Words:----------à“I Apples your Tresses in Trees and thought That…”





Thursday, December 27, 2012

25 FOOTNOTES TO A BRIEF HISTORY OF MY OPERATICS BEGINNING “I MONSTRO”



(1) Tackling the Izsus Theory:---------à“I Monstrō

(2) In Other Words:----------àThe Space IS the City where we went “Right (in-through-in) At

(3) Which Means: Supposing,---------àI Oppose the Fact that my Reception shall be Hardly Announced

(4) Where As”ß------(Precisely)-------àThe Collapse:ß-------(Precisely)------àThere Is

(5) However: that Signature, I Might have Renounced

(6) All of this Repetition is not Necessary, but in its own Odd Way, it increasingly Becomes My Freedom

(7) Thusly: I’m Paralasping

(8)Of Course…” She Might have Said

(9) For such Beauty to Exist, you have to Imagine, my Fist, in Frost: a City’s Decimation, which Occurs, while I Step, then Pause, on this Stair

(10) “A Secrecy, a Spill, the Culmination, and a Ruinous Toad”

(11) The Contradiction is to such a Degree of Unintelligibility, that the Heart Simultaneously, Splits into Two Pigeons, or Two Processions of sore (-ily) Bitten Lips folding in Succession

(12) And as of Sudden: the Immediate Desire of the Body comes to Bend in Trills

(13) “I only Wish to be your Pearly Groan Growing”

(14) His was a Face, Devastated by its own Architecture

(15) I’m not Exactly Crazy about the Chicago that I will one Day leave Behind

(16) It was that Vague fucking Concept of Conjecture

(17) There are Loves which cannot Help but take (their) Place, Rebalancing and Scaling the Irrational Will of Destiny, and then, there are Others, which Pretend to Occur and take a Root in Place but Merely (-ily) are a “Stand-In” for Something Else, Something more Sinister and Untrue, because in the End, any Emotion can Conceal its True Value, and its Exchange, and Ultimately, Become an Unforeseen Violence, which Accompanies the Deception that “Any Old Attraction” can Double, as the Game of Love, I so sore (-ily) Sought to Display in this Play

(18) In Broad Daylight, it was my Face Caught in the Suspense of some Monstrous “Chance of Losing

(19) The Moment Described is Always a Regurgitation that Seeks to Attain Me

(20) So these Two Movements: Destroy the Momentum of Love; and they Destroy too, every Desire that might Ravage this World

(21) The Body that Contradicts itself Draws upon a Commonplace Contradiction

(22) “…He Retracts, He Shatters…”

(23) It was that Unnerving Intuition that the Great Scandal would Ultimately come in the Form, of a Bastard, that Horrifyingly Resembled, my own Features

(24)Oh My Dear, but of course…”

(25) She Definitely Fucking Said



Friday, December 21, 2012

10 FOOTNOTES TO A BRIEF HISTORY OF SLEDDING RIGHT THROUGH THE BODY


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

(1) The Body, is Now, is Before, is Accursed, is what I Will Sled right fucking Through

(2) And as for in (to) You: Our Desires are always a bit Further from what is Present

(3) in other words:---------àSoon, we will Transform, into a Strategic Redefinition of what we Preserve inside our Peculiar and Pleasureless Object of Desire: its Faults, its Accidents and all its Fuckinations that Consume us into this Recurring Sign: that of Something Indefatigable and Drowning in the Excess of what might Finally, Relieve us, from all this Beauty

(4) There is no hump if not for Want of a Composed Composition

(5) However: there are a Remarkable Amount of Those who Warrant an utter Culmination of an Ecstatic approach to a Performing of this Disaster

(6) Or: Wandering (in) || these (is) || Hells all || (in) IS Alone

(7) From Where I am Standing, I can See all the Boys, Watching me Watching You lift your Skirt “just so” as your Cheeks lower to Project that “All too Human” Fantasy of a Naïve Rapture

(8) If You Question Me, Know that the Answer is (in) This: “My Dear, I am, Oh-So, so Wearly

(9) The First Encounter could have Began: “Oh just fucking Touch Me already…”

(10) But let it be Known: I Will Conceal the True Nature of this Allegory until we find ourselves on the Ground, Teeth to the Curb and Beaten before we even can fucking Begin

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~






Wednesday, December 19, 2012

In Chicago, the Refusal of the Endwhere








“In Chicago, your Face is not a Face, but rather, the Grandest of Impressionistic Strokes.  A Stroke, whose very Gesture, is of the utmost Purity: a Monument to my own irrational Seams which Refuse to Assume the Position of a fixed Subject; yet how I find myself fixated, Daily, on the very idea of *this Gesture, of *this Remembering of your Face in my Face: is a means to not make Meaning, per se, but moreso, to Object to any Object that might fix itself upon, and Transform your Face, and thus, my own Remembrance of your Face, into a Subject, in Stone.  In Other Words: *this is the very Refusal to allow your Face to End where the Endwhere is a Life rocked by Death by the Desire to never say again: “How I Wish (in) *this to be yet again.”









Friday, December 14, 2012

16 FOOTNOTES TO A BRIEF HISTORY OF THE DEVELOPMENT OF AN OBSCENE GRIN





(0) I Would like to be Beautiful when that Remark Signifies

(1) Today: I Followed a Sentence away from the Limits of my Obsession. 

(2) If you are thinking “soap” then you’re not Leaving, but you Are, Coming closer to a Language that we both have the Hopes of Penetrating. 

(3) Which Means: I Observe Two Fat Pigeons at Play, but in my Thoughts, I am Continuing on my Conversation with one of the last Remaining Elevator Conductors in Chicago, about my Desire to Close Myself within some Mirror of Caligula

(4) My Essence, was Active yet Negating

(5) “Lock Up My Heart”------------àNo More, No More…” She Might have Said

(6) You Body thuds over What it Cannot Contain, yet would so Greatly Desire to Contain

(7) The Phrase: “But I Have Nowhere to Go…” Must, this very Minute, Leave my fucking House

(8) I Step Through Pleasure’s Stimul, as one, who Might Step Over a Widow

(9) “…like Coughin’-On what Wither (it) to Be…”

(10) And Sometimes: The City’s Pulsion is Problematic

(11) This City always Bests whatever Else Attempts to Resemble Suspense

(12) The Guttural Function of a Speculative Sigh

(13) Which was Meaning to Say: “Let us Fuck (it) Slowly…”

(14)Well, and Yes…” Even if Absence shall Ultimately Rule

(15) In Other Words:-----------àWhat Kiss does your Body Inhabit

(16) This is Becoming, at the same Time, the Culmination of my own Ethics, and of my own Development of an Obscene Grin