Luz

Rainbow. Light's parts visible encircle the full moon. Owls pass the nights hunting, silent winging, cries cutting the sky littered with aloof stars, incomprehensible and burning in eternity. Everything smokes. Smoke rises, whitish swirl skyward from the lawn chair opposite, from the ramshackle fence, from the weeds, from the dogs, who do not notice. The world is smoldering, day and night. She closes her eyes and still sees smoke. Opens them again, and still, every object has ember-glow faintly visible in its heart. There are fires burning in the mountains and the air reeks of the conflagration, but that isn't the source of this smoke, nor are the cigarettes she lights one after another. Algol blinks, tri-partate, the larger, cooler star occulting its hotter, brighter partner at regular intervals. The existence of the third part is extrapolated from spectrographic analysis. It's the third phase one must attend to. There's a black kernel secreted within the coriolis tango of red and blue. The dark heart is her beacon. She's weaponized now. Her head hisses. She can hear scales whispering against scales. Her head writhes. Her head is a scream. Stupid and smoking, smoking in a smoking and ruined world under the demon star, she is becoming what she is supposed to be.

Sleep visits only fleetingly, and with it dreams. She's piloting the Hindenburg over a forest on fire, knowing it's about to blow. There is a family of mice living inside of her skull conducting experiments in human behavior. They stare out through the eyeholes maintaining an air of clinical detachment no matter how shocking the depravity is that they witness. The depravity they witness is that which she commits with clinical detachment that the mice might see what animals these creatures be. The mice can warn the others. The rainbow arrives. Luz. Light explodes at the base of her skull and he speaks in a voice that has dimensions. The spirit of this place follows, whispering. It's the sound of layered water and the name of this place. She can hear how it was speaking to her a while back, but she didn't recognize the voice.

Television shows a clown rally. Masses of people in clown garb are taking to the streets across the nation. The hearts of metropolises seethe with armies sporting kaliedescopic hair and gag flowers, shedding glitter and mayhem while they babble America-mania. They are looting, upending cars and setting them on fire. They are tearing down government buildings with tools stolen from big box stores. Or that was how it started. Almost in unison one day in August they turned murderous because sometimes a mask is very freeing and murder was what is in their hearts when they were tearing down buildings and torching shit. The mice understand this perfectly. There is a mugshot over the right shoulder of the news anchor displayed with the image of the same man in full regalia. In the first he wears a rainbow wig and giant red smile. In the second he's grey haired and hang-dog, makeup still whitening folds in his sagging visage. He shot up a movie theater in Iowa as a gag, killing seven and wounding 49.

A song comes on the radio she's never heard and it produces a pang of nostalgia so powerful that it frays skeins previously smoothed to coherence in the weft of the past. There is a lyric. "Ragged. Skin sewn on in sheets." That is the way to make oneself anew, a bloody thing. She has a very sharp vegetable peeler. It's a baptism in air. An awakening of the dermis to the chill-pain. Sunlight unthinkable in her nakedness. Mole rat appears on the screen. It's a story about the eldest of the tribe dying in a tunnel in Texas where it lived its long life in a concrete bunker being studied.

Message in a Bottle

(If you get this message, hit me up.)                    Or click. 
That could work equally well.
It's how to contact a spirit\
using the new technologies.         Disruption of flow,

chaos is amenable to change.
 

Message

To another self. To tomorrow and yesterday.
In the web of always present our past and
future selves meet. On razor's edge.

Liber. Now.

Apophenia means finding a pattern or meaning where others don't. Feelings of revelation or ecstasis usually accompany it. In psychological jargon it means to find meaning and pattern where none exists. Occultists, magicians, witches and the like exist here and don't give a damn about the idiocy of the materialist. Apophenia is goddess. She is the feminine side of Uranus.

Hushed Violet, Demitasse

Gleam, Blue Iris

All of this to stalk the strange power of incidentals. 

Rainbow at Dusk, Immense Dawn

What We Know Now

couldn't let go

There's a secret majick password that you can only see in hindsight.
We spoke those and then things changed but it didn't yet show.

There are moments when the foresight is behind, a message sent in dimensions,
so pay attention.

Obstacles Implode

Om Gum Ganapatheye Namaha

Out of the mouths of Crowes.

Always drunk on Sunday

Paint a smile from ear to ear

Can’t you hear the sunrise crying?

Just a glimpse of what love could be.

Falling through liquid air with music everywhere

Find the beauty in the broken

Need no wing to set your mind to fly.

C-c-c-c-cold and kickin’

Hear the madam start bitchin’

See the noose still swinging

Don’t you wanna stare it cold?

I hide I seek and I find

Truth in a fable faith in a rhyme

If I believe all I see

I would hate to be around for the dawn.

For awhile I was kneeling in tears and powder

For as well I was strung out beyond my means

Set adrift on an ocean

Is the last place that love lives.

Take me home where I can dream my days away

I’m not running from anything

I’ve no past to hide

I’ve got no secrets haunting me

I just easy ride

Sleeping eyes sleep awhile

Too shy to hold in the rage

I got a head full of sermons and a mouth full of spiders

Feels so good it’s almost pain

Some like their water shallow

I like mine deep

Tied to the bottom with a noose around my feet

Sometimes a memory only sees what it wants to believe

What is a wasp without her sting?

I can’t seem to make hair nor hide of this

The scars I hide are now your business

Out your mouth a dictionary spouts about this and that

But it sounds like shit to me

I want to shine for you

I want to sparkle too

Just like a diamond cursed

If your rhythm ever falls out of time

You can bring it to me and I will make it alright.

I’m only halfway to everywhere

Windswept stars blink and smile

Horizon behind me no more pain

I see the forest for the trees

Learn or teach

I feel so alive today

That’s all that I wanted to say

I hope that it stays that way

If not, I will be okay.

A grace in a loveless time.

Out of the mouths of Crowes.

Always drunk on Sunday

Paint a smile from ear to ear

Can’t you hear the sunrise crying?

Just a glimpse of what love could be.

Falling through liquid air with music everywhere

Find the beauty in the broken

Need no wing to set your mind to fly.

C-c-c-c-cold and kickin’

Hear the madam start bitchin’

See the noose still swinging

Don’t you wanna stare it cold?

I hide I seek and I find

Truth in a fable faith in a rhyme

If I believe all I see

I would hate to be around for the dawn.

For awhile I was kneeling in tears and powder

For as well I was strung out beyond my means

Set adrift on an ocean

Is the last place that love lives.

Take me home where I can dream my days away

I’m not running from anything

I’ve no past to hide

I’ve got no secrets haunting me

I just easy ride

Sleeping eyes sleep awhile

Too shy to hold in the rage

I got a head full of sermons and a mouth full of spiders

Feels so good it’s almost pain

Some like their water shallow

I like mine deep

Tied to the bottom with a noose around my feet

Sometimes a memory only sees what it wants to believe

What is a wasp without her sting?

I can’t seem to make hair nor hide of this

The scars I hide are now your business

Out your mouth a dictionary spouts about this and that

But it sounds like shit to me

I want to shine for you

I want to sparkle too

Just like a diamond cursed

If your rhythm ever falls out of time

You can bring it to me and I will make it alright.

I’m only halfway to everywhere

Windswept stars blink and smile

Horizon behind me no more pain

I see the forest for the trees

Learn or teach

I feel so alive today

That’s all that I wanted to say

I hope that it stays that way

If not, I will be okay.

A grace in a loveless time.

Out of the mouths of Crowes.

Always drunk on Sunday

Paint a smile from ear to ear

Can’t you hear the sunrise crying?

Just a glimpse of what love could be.

Falling through liquid air with music everywhere

Find the beauty in the broken

Need no wing to set your mind to fly.

C-c-c-c-cold and kickin’

Hear the madam start bitchin’

See the noose still swinging

Don’t you wanna stare it cold?

I hide I seek and I find

Truth in a fable faith in a rhyme

If I believe all I see

I would hate to be around for the dawn.

For awhile I was kneeling in tears and powder

For as well I was strung out beyond my means

Set adrift on an ocean

Is the last place that love lives.

Take me home where I can dream my days away

I’m not running from anything

I’ve no past to hide

I’ve got no secrets haunting me

I just easy ride

Sleeping eyes sleep awhile

Too shy to hold in the rage

I got a head full of sermons and a mouth full of spiders

Feels so good it’s almost pain

Some like their water shallow

I like mine deep

Tied to the bottom with a noose around my feet

Sometimes a memory only sees what it wants to believe

What is a wasp without her sting?

I can’t seem to make hair nor hide of this

The scars I hide are now your business

Out your mouth a dictionary spouts about this and that

But it sounds like shit to me

I want to shine for you

I want to sparkle too

Just like a diamond cursed

If your rhythm ever falls out of time

You can bring it to me and I will make it alright.

I’m only halfway to everywhere

Windswept stars blink and smile

Horizon behind me no more pain

I see the forest for the trees

Learn or teach

I feel so alive today

That’s all that I wanted to say

I hope that it stays that way

If not, I will be okay.

A grace in a loveless time.

Thunder. Perfect. Mind

From thought to being,
 Reflection to reflected,
  to object. Thunder.

 Frame to break,
 to the thing itself.
And then dimensional, Perfect.

 Framed by the frame
of the window,
 streaks of dirt, shadows of leaves--
 surface.

 I'm looking at.
 infinity.
 (mind.)

Cast

Symbolic action with intent-- To be midwife to metamorphosis, bend the imagination-stuff commonly referred to as "reality," to invoke.

Suitably Weird, Strangely Deep

filigree of trade winds
and the horizon awash in ocean
scent clouds white as lace circling
the pepper trees
even as the universe continues to expand,
galaxies, speeding up toward infinity
the film is finished. Never finished.
This far into the river we may as well continue
This is the end beautiful friend
This is the end my only friend
The end of our elaborate plans
The end of everything that stands the end
No safety or surprise the end
I'll never look into your eyes again
memory died when their photos
 weather-worn points of
billion-light-years-old light of dead stars
reflected in polluted water under the trees
in the mist shadow of boys by the daybreak
 in the peony fields cold lost marbles
 in the room carnations little blue-eyes-
twilight grins rose tornado,
the dogs are quiet.
Strange you never knew,
I think it's strange.
All of these voices, I've been
speaking to the dead for days,
it comes on slowly,
life, though, is for those who
can. burn. brighten.

Bowie on Cut-Ups

Burroughs on the Cut-Up

The Brain is Wider

 Than the Sky...

Peyote, Dark Earth, Cosmic Sky

Looking for the time, when you're close to me,

When it's neon night and rainbow day, 

It's best to pay attention and burst into flame, 

Burn in each moment, complicated, by

your many selves, especially the ones you've forgotten.

This is how you send them messages, and

how they answer. You'll be a witch yet.

The other approaches.