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luka

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could you seagulls in the high horizon, in the sea-scurf in the flecked atlantic hail, in the teal sky which is
ice on the shoulders and just that edge is mine, locked into bone as suffering. is mine as posesssion, mine.

grey anticlimax is never as anticipated hurl the bones behind you sobbing
never be the same again
fooled
that is
not again, but always, just the same way as before
 

luka

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It's too large. INSUFFICIENT EVIDENCE. No one of us can see enough to say.

Determine instead what it allows us to do, what conditions pertain, and what we can achieve NOW, in this instant.

IT RESPONDS.

IT ANSWERS US
 

luka

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i think everybody can relate to this, the pit mentality takes those two versions of yourself, intellectual visionary and mediocre wanker, and convinces you they are concrete immutable consistent selves. and naturally youre the mediocre wanker.

whereas its probably more accurate that from moment to moment you can shift between those two poles and all other potential selves in a contradictory fashion, and that your capacity to reach the intellectual visionary state is not necessarily hampered by the amount of time you've previously spent in the mediocre wanker position.

the intellectual visionary state is an imaginative commons to which we are all entitled otherwise it doesn't exist at all. its very difficult to imagine what our notion of intellectual visionary state would be if we hadn't all been raised with centuries of propaganda about what this state entails, what it really, authentically looks like, and how it doesn't apply to people like you. but most people get fleeting experiences of it now and again despite not calling it that. you often have to try and force it a bit though, do something that might make you look like a mug, definitely very pretentious. i have found posting here helpful for it.
 

luka

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It's uneven. There's some dud bits but the good bits are as good as anything ever written in English or in any other language.

 
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luka

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Now a lot of it is transmitted as pressure alone
as weight of it, as force transmitted through
it ---------**
** -----------" )))---------

See it?

degree of tenderness degree of strength
as touch, felt, at skin receptor site
maternal to paternal axis

weights and measures
where the force-locus
where generated?
how applied?
 

luka

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juicy opportunity. shattered glaze. gleeful
in the midst of all that lovely destruction.
the service industry will suffer. sulphur
sales are up. at the lip
of
the descent, sloping to the centre
of it all.
HELL
 

luka

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vision this fierce fleeting fast nerves pitched to
terrible sensitivity registering each tiny
fluctuation in conditions so meadowlark pipit
so spirit of wind so sweeping west over the total
plateau so you believe it even so you feel you
can catch it, hold it to the chest in a violent
tenderness. scupper planning permission squander
certificate injunction squall of the bounty wasted
curse of cursing cursed
 

luka

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mist pouring out the grate, along the
gutter, groping for another, searching for a second,
the condition of total loss
 

luka

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pinafore thunder said oil in the river rainbowed
in the ripples even
eventually we understand
in the breadbasket in the red pump in the wind
tunnel of the throat
in the feet upon the curve of rock
pressing the land with weight of self here we have it
here we are in the word in the threshing
language-in the forces converging forces clashing
in the word-mesh in the movement of stone
in the buckling plates of rock over rock
turning and breaking and shearing apart
still in the rock moving, muscled land.
word island here strand over strand
band over band foreverness it's actually now is
captured ever
do you did it breathing sensuous air
electric in the inside-mouth inside-throat inside
chest kinship with the outer everything brother
sister friend
 

luka

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damask rose the tiled garden the perfume held in that
retort mild fountain plashing this very lovely lie
is it

god trapped tricked into it unable to get away
in the emergent interaction
screaming
in the machine.
 

luka

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grieving for snuffed candle massed choir the specific
smudged in grand design. dainty feet
silkworms fog caught in the troughs of striated green
rain is wind is the whole turning motion of it
the fractious weave / pulverised stone
glitter in the runnels heaved into the surf
nacre prize furious return how hope here heavy
with hurting will hobbled by it haven't the heart
to carry on / TEAK REMITTANCE / castigate the hearer
razor the cheek / notary of inwit impudent design
coast condition gannet squabbling gannet cliff
black against forbidding black against the storm
ink driven into snow
ink driven into the fabric as scar
ink into the foundations ink into the building blocks
we are fictional
swallowed air
 
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luka

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appropriated earth-
resources to build a craft/body-vessel/built
and steered/in poison earth
IT DECAYS
THE TIME-SUIT NEVER LASTS

it can't
conditions here inimical to life. everything decays

the skin unstitched the heart-pump falters fails

the breath-tubes clogged this grit of

dirt of mud of mingled substance

all equipment contaminated on death-planet all

emotion made noxious and noisome on hate-planet

mind poisoned image flickers distortion of the image

garbled information ticket all fuzzy in-ordered

ordered wrong
murder in the chapel blood on the coping stones in

the blank eyes of saints in the

marble

murder everywhere violate integrity of the other

cancel this change the channel or

switch the whole show off. horror cripples the

rhythm of the heart.

the skin desensitised no more love in horror-world

compassion no more in red hell

the harlot's curse
 

luka

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view-screen offers the same grey desolation across
the entire available field. birds scream
on barbed wire, on broken glass, on black
leather boots. it has come around
again.

drugged and insensate. the nervous system unplugged
disassembled by the blank vacuum of space,
painlessly disembowelled. centipedes
look for a way in, orange legs
in terrible synchronisation

without a conscience, at the Savoy, drooling
on white linen, lingering
over the nasty parts
 

luka

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quibble over payment plan category error
tigers crouched in long grasses teeth bared
fearful in the grass all golden

death in waiting, coiled.
insurance premium primroses petals flutter
in that breeze.
SERENDIPITOUS ENCOUNTER OBERON
dewy threads of gossamer.
later, in Antwerp, we will remember
the death-drive always disguised as Eros, always as
life, leading us
to our end and laughing
how foolish these mortals be
 

luka

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when i was a bit younger i probably got overwhelemed and put off by the idea that there are millions of idiots with logic pro all over the world dedicating all their free time to making electronic music, and that there might be a problem in that, that maybe that was not a sign of a healthy culture, and that in that context spending all day on logic pro might be a misguided path. people from barnet cant be on logic! but then i realised that it was important to completely disregard that common sense and resist the idea that millions of other idiots doing the same thing might impinge on your vital communication in the imaginative commons. you are one of the millions of idiots and you have to take your mission seriously.
 

luka

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meatland operation get in and get out
don't wanna get trapped
in the matter-matrix.

rescue operative and beat retreat
the air scars the lungs
gravity reduces the bandwidth of consciousness
so that we can no
longer remember who
we are or why we're
here
 

luka

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squeak concerto all blandishments bogus
boatswain magnetic north walk this way
the night is soft
and full of stars
 

luka

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wikipedia entry is your gateway to
this knowledge, sip the nectar and speak only
sweetness
hummingbird, tilt the flower-cup, drink.
mucoid river in its trough / oily rainbows / dolphins,
seals / why can't we be happy
all the time?
 

luka

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ferns in the in-between and nettles.
beetles mind their own business pastoral nostalgia
what used to happen in the used-to-be.
a posie for the beloved, say these words to me
an enchantment, an incantation, a say these words
to me
 
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