In the House of the Hangman 1117

January will open the horrible threat. February will break off a few of the wicked. March the winds will blow and frighten everybody. April will break my heart. May will come whisking through. June is hard to decipher. July will never stop to say hello. August is jolly and happy for people like me. September is hard to take. October is full of joy for very few. November marks the worst that could ever come. December pimp-rolls wasted into the torture block. It is a piece of slate – it is yellow sugar licked from the palm. I now confer status on you. As in, everything is as good as the next thing. Is all the world just guts, then, packed with neurons, neurotransmitters and proteins that learn along a complex circuitry like and with the brain? As in, assess the difference in complexities of action with the Surrealist poet, Benjamin Peret, yelling his hatred for the church at passing priests on the street versus Fini donning a Cardinal’s scarlet robes to walk about Paris in sensual fashion explaining how she ‘loves to wear the clothes of a man who will never know a woman’s body’. I’m busting my flange. Dragon nectar, dissolve my atrocity! I have hummed the wrong God. The substrate must be the chaos emerald itself, which at world-scale turns out to be the eyeball of a catalytic add-on to the Jurassic spirit, a pair of silicone kidneys, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba,  ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, this is no arrondissement of flatulated scree, it expects and waits for and follows symbolic imports with invigilated sensibility, only in the counter-offer of invited intuitive integrity does it copulate unbound in foam and flowers of chromatic intricacy, downwashed into a cicatrice of screened object relations. The world only appears before my eyes as a solid “landscape,” lustrous like plastic.

[Note: Sources: Stephen and Barbara Moore Vincent, “The Months”, in Bad 5 Proof 2, at Bad Press; Tim Morris, “Deuce”, in Bad 5 Proof 2, at Bad Press; Bhanu Kapil, “A Line”, at Was Jack Kerouac a Punjabi?, 15 Oct 012; Amy King, “Paint Is the Abyss’ Law, Living the Accent: Marginalia on Absorption”, as quoted in “Amy King on Leonor Fini, Leonora Carrington, and Frida Kahlo”, at Bright Stupid Confetti, 15 Oct 012; JBR; Jefferson Toal, “EPYX FASTLOAD”, “Poem, 8/7/2009, in apology to MWH”, JK (& MW-H), “On Jefferson Toal”, Peter Manson, “The Elfin Knight”, RD, “ON PETER MANSON”, in JEFFERSON TOAL / PETER MANSON / FRIDAY 5 MARCH 2010 / JUDITH E. WILSON DRAMA STUDIO / FACULTY OF ENGLISH / UNIVERSITY OF CAMBRIDGE, at Plantarchy; Takuma Nakahira, epigraph to Alberto Toscano, “The Equator of Alienation”, as seen at wood s lot, 15 Oct 012]

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[Florian]

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