Friday 21 November 2008

5. Swamp

He was naked in the swamp. Filthy and writhing, moonlit and camouflaged. I found him by following the screams - of agony? of ecstacy?

His hair was dark and dank like thick strands of algae. I was taken over by an irresistable urge to kiss him. He bit me, very hard, a little under my right ear. It felt like leeches, or as if I had decayed very quickly under layers of mulch and brackish slime. It was painful and exquisite.

I have often wondered about localised...well, spirits doesn't seem quite the right word...more elemental aspects of places. My friend had become the swamp, the stream, the leaves and roots and bark of this place.

I backed away, to watch and to learn. He was trying to climb the river bank. He stopped to grip and furiously rub a root that was extruding from the bank. I know masturbation when I see it.

I left for a while. I wandered, in deep reflection. I was struck by the crystalline perfection of the trees in the surrounding area. I was drawn back by the same ambiguous screaming.

He had dirt in every orifice. As I knelt a short distance from his head I could hear that he was ranting, almost chanting, near-incoherently under his breath. As I leant nearer, his vocalisations resolved into intelligible words - "the toothless, nameless desire under the feet of everyone". It seemed like the litany of the non-human world; the aspirations and thwarted desires of the swamp itself; its transmuted feelings of repression and neglect.

Tuesday 4 November 2008

4. Creation

Creation?
He doesn't know the meaning of The Word.


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The Learned are in great Perplexity.

Thursday 30 October 2008

3. No Comment

I've appeared in elaborate costume, in sly disguise, in heavenly nomenclature, in true metaphorical getup (GET UP), within and without these Instruments with which those with the power of Governance misunderstand exactly the arcane recordings and manufacture a news disguise to clumsily force order from chaos. [To play these holy records, carry a carved stick (as stylus) and create a turntable of your own imagining, to be designed and fabricated by spinning around on the spot, with giddiness and inspiration fused.] I wonder if even my intensive training could prepare me for this this this most distasteful control thought feeling?

It was all I could do to work an elaborate "No comment".



//with thanks to WSB

Monday 27 October 2008

2. Connection

A connection opens; I find myself governed by symbols, governed by the moon as thy harbinger tonight, o universe, o one that is what is. And when we make eye contact, two whirling galaxies meet, you into eye and I into you; we swap roles and shift smoothly into (non)communication in shimmering languages without alphabets, they and us each moment made and remade.

As hieroglyphs we met once (and will again), as runes and as brushstrokes, as algebra and by chemical reaction we spell out the unspoken name of thought.

The great coincidence of matter; in rocks and plants you reflect me, revealing the everlasting dance of energy that joins us forever together.

Over rooftops I seek you and down blind alleys you elude me, disappearing without effort... Onwards, then; into car parks and forests, atop scaffolding and trees, from mountain top to underpass and from future to past, we creep stealthily only to scream with abandon, we discover and rediscover our love for each other.

I go joyously anywhere with you, o one, toward the realisation of union.

Thursday 23 October 2008

1. A New Thing

So cook me up a new thing. Make me dance. Make me smile.


A black cat crosses the courtyard. two paces behind and to the left is his pale white double; a ghostly mimicry takes place and I am left on the outside, inhabiting a very human world... I am unable to follow; like a slapdash intuition of the whispered words between a couple (seen and never heard) on the other side of the room, I know that I can never inhabit their world.

'Why should I be denied access at the door?' 'Who controls the guest list?'