Sea Pictures

Not playing the cello is a choice,

not being able to play the cello is the result of unspoken civil war.

Letters and words turn into long galleries,

vats of acid are now stored underneath the living room table.  

Parachute material identical to the carbon make-up of  

the slowly dying population is being packed and shipped to storage.

Certain surfaces are erased as a sacrifice

to the gods of oxbow lakes.

Underwater palaces swell up,

clusters of the population are streaming towards

what exists beyond

the beginning of this particular

thing.

A series of occlusions now made apparent.

Make no mistake; no poetic liberties have been taken.

This is a very coherent flow; this is physics.

The movement itself is one that scatters and casts off.

Fuck off if you cannot fathom this.

Not playing the cello is a choice, coming up for air

in the malls in the Western Lands is the result of unspoken civil war.

The funniest joke in physics is

the equation proving that the time it takes to travel

between two molecules of gas in a sealed chamber

might exceed the projected age of the universe.

Zones of frequency

1.

“Let it be told

to the future world”:

We will still be able to breathe

        when the air turns thicker.

We are learning from Doctor Moreau

         the codes needed to assemble new faces.

2.

Summer soldiers

twilight zealots

homes turned into barracks.

All these are echoes of previous years:

“We did not make proper use of

last winter,

                     neither could we,

while we were in a dependent state”

3.

Play Grand Theft Auto.

Lay on the ground.

Don’t cause trouble.

An invasion, described in a once familiar language:

“If you are not contributing to (the) movement

then why are you here?”

4.

Give (your) body

to what does not resemble you.

You might think otherwise but

Psycho was never about hygiene.

5.

Instructions:

Sit still.

Displace the mirth.

Break the meeting.

Occupy all four hemispheres.

Repeat something that did not exist until now.

6.

A map for a new respiratory system.

Nitrous oxide replaced by tear gas.

Our head and face boundaries collapse.

       Now: cut across the canvas.

Sinn ist da

1.

The changes

occur in constellations         spread

   inside the skin

familiarity                   replaced by

                          razed earth

a space-occupying mass

                              scarred by

mirrored thinking

             a glass tube portal to the

                          outside world.

2.

Reciprocal altruism as a possible strategy –

recognise and inhabit the world.

The change of definition of boundary (n.):

that which once required

no thinking.

3.

Confrontation of self as

a set of mistaken            responses.

Cheating and/or retaliation:

a cycle of forced departures

broken by

                                                a new error.

4.

The introduction of a cut-off point

          imperceptible              microaccelerations

this is               evolution: unilateral defection

versus

           mutual                     cooperation.

A solution stemming from science and its

         fictional application.

5.

The substitution

of the autonomous self

by a dependent         body:

memory as container of collective experiences

the calyx as signifier of absence

                a repetitive violation of cooperation.

6.

                                        How can you not know

what everybody knows?

A saturating spatial existence &

the discovery of orders hidden in plain sight.

   Complete immobility carries its

own semiotic coordinates:

“…it seemed to me that I

must be the same person”.

Contrivance as an after-effect of

unity?

   Or as apotropaic ritual?

It is apparent that recognition is not mutual.

7.

Dense rosettes giving rise to a sea of purple,

an inverse decoction.

The silent redaction of oral,

photographic & digital history:

the evil eye digitally applied.

A tiny fraction of the world

appears as the result

of a permission issued

out of nowhere.

Let’s thank all those who

made it possible for me

to be                           here

              tonight.

Magic.

Perfusion

1.

Yes –

perhaps in utero

     but it was in another machine

I became this:

the result of a thousand

mechanised eyes.

2.

Laura Mars

furiously click-clicking

her way into endurance.

A riot scene like magnets colliding:

the result of high population densities expanding

and then imploding across minute distances.

3.

The perfect grip of a hand

that is no longer of any use

landscapes the present.