Necrocracy is oil. Disturbingly short beings in yellow fluorescent hazard suits and black visors greet you. Are they aliens? Mutated future humans? Children? Children aliens? And so on. Videos are embedded in reflective cubes. I can add two and two, to and to, too and too, and it makes perfect sense but is of no help. What? So. Ever. A worm ate a leaf and crawled in an eye / Then crawled out the mouth as a butterfly. WHAT A TREMENDOUS TIME WE’RE HAVING! Mine is grey blue. The man who invented fire was a woman, actually. Every day, here or there in the world, on the edge of the ocean or elsewhere, a little boy climbs onto a chair and sits down in front of a plate of macaroni or a bowl of noodles. Authorities gang up on Harpo. One sister says to the other, “My handwriting isn’t better than yours, just more readable.” Later I would voyage along several of the dotted lines, from the Chott el Djerid between Algeria & Tunisia to Yuma, Arizona, in the wake of Old Shatterhand, Hadji Halef Omar & Winnetou. People, turn off all artichokes. Entire villages are marching past me carrying enormous Ogoh Ogoh demons. ‘They did to have not break’, ‘is so joint to yet not did’ and ‘don’t flew foregone alterior nail up.’ ‘You get triple points if you guess the connection’ might be an echo of ‘To Pollen’s’ ‘or does that tell you enough, resilient brotherhood.’ Yet for not tell is possible as cannot be in a world by zero frequency across bounded separation its fringe charge return con- tour, biplane rotation never breviate over its own pitch, or ‘there is no place void of being, for the void id nothing; but that which is nothing could not exist; so then being is not moved; it is impossible for it to go anywhere, if there is no void.’ And by the line of correction if the void is nothing, is nothing what by self-likeness the void is and so by necessity to have this field; of being; and is it full or empty or changing through time and if hardly can be spoken of this as what also is, must that also set limit to thought itself and is the limit finite or would be. If the void does not exist it must be full of non-existence, out to the brim which must exist in its location since not all is void, thus it is the void is not nameless but at its natural frequency else generic within limitless non-existence it could not be named, into its proper non-being. The song of birds that do not sing, because there are none where else would they sing, not from distance nor migrancy, the not-song is from not-being and not merely not there nor not-possible not silentness failing rapt upon attentive deaf ears. “My sunshine parlance would be donative adoring laterally, raise spirits in water egg cancelled, the tense ever deceptive never topaz febrile shift.” But where will I get the helicopter? Who will make my dress out of garbage bags? And where will I find the good-sized rock for our game of rockball? How will we climb to the ridge of the glacier? Who will dig the trench to the fuel pump? And where will we get the kleig lights? It all tastes of the jammy fingers that last handled these headphones. Suppose the sea spider in its mind always climbs a sleek ladder, but a good bugler plays only once in her endless life. Mutts older than Jehovah wield gray flags laden with garlic, onions and primitive communism. The wind chill factor measures the cold based on temperature and wind speed. Most of the workers sensed the real life.
[Note: Sources: Timothy Morton, “Necrocracy”, at Ecology without Nature, 30 Dec 012 (on an exhibit by Marina Zurkow); Pierre Joris, “ENUMERATION (‘ADD)”, in Read: A Journal of Inter-Translation: 2007; Dan Beachy-Quick & Srikanth Reddy, “Mobius Crowns”, in Conversities; Christopher Higgs, Manuela Draeger, In the Time of the Blue Ball, Wayne Koestenbaum, The Anatomy of Harpo Marx, as quoted in Higgs’ “Playing catch up with the stacks ”, at HTMLGIANT, 30 Mar 012; Charles Alexander, “Pushing Water 14”, in Read: A Journal of Inter-Translation: 2007; Pierre Joris, “Karl May (1842-1912)”, at Nomdics, 30 Mar 012; Del Ray Cross, “mdcxix”, at Anachronizms, 30 Mar 012; Nathan Myers, “Noise, silence, and violence during Balinese New Year”, at Matador Network, 30 Mar 012; J H Prynne, Kazoo Dreamboats, and John Armstrong, as quoted in Armstrong’s “Kazoo Dreamboats – why bother?”, at Bebrowed’s Blog, 30 Mar 012; Elizabeth Bachinsky, “I Want to Have a Chuck and Di Party Like My Parents Did in the Yukon in the 80s”, Adam Sol, “Note Found in a Copy of Midsummer Night’s Dream”, Matt Schumacher, “The Sea Spider Suppositions”, as quoted in Camille Martin, “Arc Poetry Magazine: ‘In the badlands of the vernacular ...”’, at Rogue Embryo, 30 Mar 012; Ivan Peledov, as quoted in “Ivan Peledov – 4 poems”, at Gobbet, 30 Mar 012; Eileen Tabios, “Orphaned Algebra (#64)”, in Eileen Tabios and j/j hastain, the relational elations of ORPHANED ALGEBRA, at Marsh Hawk Press; Rick Wiggins, “Now Entering Manual Breathing Mode”, at livedeadcat press, 30 Mar 012]