Skyscraper Ascends

Skyscraper ascends.

Amber ambition without contrition.

The City pretends.

No need for amends.

Endless night.

Amid shadows the lingering light glows.

Sunset for the City that knows.

Mercury in Retrograde

Mercutio rising

Temperature out of control

Troll the planes of Mercury

Freddy plays the stadium

Uh, what do you feel?

Is it real that mercurial mood?

Whose mood does the brood accept?

Acceptance is a product of tense

And tense is a condition of language

And language is a the cage

From which the caged bird sings.

Birdman, man what a bird.

Venus is a penis in retrograde.

Inversion is the new perversion

Ass trological lovely.

Mercutio in Retrograde

Mercutio descensds,

Befriends the boy

Who bends thym,

Weaving a herbal wreath,

A crown for his handsome head.

Being dead without dread

A Perseus pleasure.

Permission,

The Mission Dolores.

Tears unshed for the bride

Undead her soul

Sweet succor to his grief.

Mad Mercution made many a mistake

[No taxis are in stock]

[I hate socializing]

A handsome Rake—A rakish ham his happenstance.

The chance untaken.

The love forsaken.

But in dying without crying,

In descending while flying

Mercutio restores a

Whore’s disorder to the world order.

Everything for sale.  Love can’t help but fail the test of the flail.  Whips come out to tap and touch the Forlorn Flesh.

Kisses so soft and certain they rise a curtain on the theatre of love.

[The it gets scorching hot.]

[I am like owew!]

[Can I pretend I know so I look educated?]

[Enjoy cheesier.]

On stage the performers appear at ease, comfortable in their bodies, happy to share the pleasures of the flesh with each other and the audience.

The performance is exciting, interactive and intimate.  The audience delights in the attention of the performers to each other.  Anticipates the attention coming to them.

And it isn’t just about the coming, its about the anticipation of the coming.  The coming attractions – magnets pulling them together.

Pulling Mercutio into Retrograde.  Turning him into the astrological undoing of us all.

A planetary projection against the storm of the sun flaring into the future, Mercutio becomes a kind of signifier for forgetting and regretting.  The loci for all of the emotion we cannot express.

Notes on the Practice of Practicing Writing

Debase to Rebase

The removal of structure and meaning from a unit of language to create material from which to build meaning.

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Take a sign in French and Dutch/Flemish - combine the language statement into a single narrative of mistranslation that while possible is of course completely wrong.

Deviant Goblens .  Pigeons cross here to avoid the singing trolls.

Singing while crossing the circle is forbidden.

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DE-BASE TO REBASE

An important instruction is given.  The instruction is given once.  Never repeated until completed.   the instruction sustains all activity as if it were the energy of activity itself.  The instruction's importance is understood, unspoken and absolute.

Follow instruction.  Do not deviate.  Do not discuss.  Repeat until complete.

An implicit understanding of the complicity of orange.  An answer to the colour question the colour of choice.

Choosing, an activity without passivity, establishes authority.  From authority comes instruction, direction and domestication.

An inversion of order, this disorder reveals the pattern implicit in the explicit.   The domestication of the nation renders the remains to a usable state.  Clear direction aligns the resources at hand and with that alignment comes the ability to accept and understand the demands of the nation state.

Explicit instructions, given, received, understood, accepted and executed.

A deficiency of color.

A deficiency of color.

Blurs of boys broken over time’s slippery slopes.

Describing the impossible.

The humblest humiliation.

A funeral for the future.

The witch’s familiar – unfamiliar even to her – pretends to the throne of the middle kingdom.  The middle kingdom waits for the future and past to collide and create a coliseum of the contemporary.   An arena worth of the contest to settle the matter of majesty.  And all is held a loft, suspended without time, teetering toward it when the now favored familiar ascends and claims the throne.

Perchance to Post Again

At great intervals I return to this space and think of it and the why of it.   My adoption of the digital has often been early and enthusiastic but like so many fast flaming passions quickly burned out or simply fizzled.   I have never been able to maintain a habit of writing here or even a clear idea of what writing here means to me.   It is different than my notebook habit which has been with me as long as I remember.   Ever evolving aesthetics and fetishes from tiny Japanese pocket notebooks to refillable Belgian Atomo's in A5, the writing has been a consistent mix of notes, journaling, poetry, plays and stories.   The notebooks are my playground, my studio that is always with me at the ready for a sudden moment of quiet or intensity.   This space is different, harder to fall into.  Easy to be distracted from and so readily malleable as to seem unstable or unable to be fixed.  And yet, here I am again after another year, thinking again of how to be in this space and perhaps how to make it a place of experiment and publication.