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David,
This is what I have right now, I can get you more,
soon!
The next time you see a painting, pay attention to the
approach.
Pay attention to how your eyes move around and through
on top of and into the painting/image. The movement of
eyes could be another shape or image or connection
revealed, like land mine constellations. It can reveal
heirarchy, or doom or etc ad infinitum! The mistake of
our day is that a relationship to a painting is fixed
from one point, like a camera. People are not cameras
but we pretend to see like them!
Also, the icon is important when looking at paintings,
or images or what not. When something becomes so
recognizable whether it is a shape or image it becomes
flat, we fail to see it because we have seen it so
often. At this point a the image as it flattens
imparts space all around it, the image turned icon
becomes a portal, a space where the painting/image/etc.
tries to even itself out with the
world, it tries to breath the world in. But like our
lungs, we cannot breath in all of the air, but the
point is that we try to.
Pay particular attention to the nimbus or halo around
medieval figures.They are always flattening and always
opening up voids and holes, trying to breath the world
into the figure who is represented.
The figures can also be like the halo or nimbus, but
it must be someone we recognize intimately. Also, a
shape be so recognized. A shape may not/does not need
a representation if it is embedded enough in our heart
and eyes. The golden rectangle is the start of it.
I think of : The stars are the pinholes in the curtain
of night.
Sic Semper Absurdis,
Bradley
On the nature of the anti- prophecy# 13
There are certain things that are held.
An instant or a green light shakes free.
A skin like a drape is peeled.
A skin like a grape is peeled.
What is needed to peel this?
A swampy murk is most telling.
A slippery fall is most telling.
A foggy doom is most telling.
A drowning pursuit is most telling.
Please, allow me to describe a nature:
Six hundred thousand pillars choke a dusty,
Muddy ochre landscape.
Umber earth slop underneath sky, defeating
Steps
Positions
Beliefs.
Underneath these pillars rest one hundred million bones
Murmuring through dirt and water and scarabs.
A perilous buried
Down deep
Dirty yellow plaque encrust hard to hear words.
Above these pillars jest one hundred million words
Screeching through air and clouds and buzzards.
A perilous hanging
Just above
Blackened water scratching scraping soaking obscuring shouts.
Inbetween these pillars shifts one hundred million eyes
Darting through dirt and air and spores.
A perlious suspended
Exactly inbetween
Wet slippery lenses burdened by deaf veins.
Those certain things that are held tremble waiting to be let loose.
Do not look down.
Do not look up.
The Anti- slips through
On the Nature of the Anti- Prophecy # 42
There are a tremendous amount of calamties.
Indigo eyes dart rapidly, urgently.
Termites burrow deeply in.
Leeches seek with secret purpose.
How much light do we need to see?
Speaking through rotting Aurochs seems fitting.
Let me make myself clear:
One hundred million men strapped to tables
Discuss how their skin has been removed
With knives and teeth and vigor.
Their one hundred billion nerves sing a twitching chorus.
Rejoice.
One hundred million women strapped to tables
Discuss how their skin has been removed
With razors and hooks and care.
Their one hundred billion nerves sing a twitching chorus.
Rejoice.
One hermaphrodite strapped to a table
Wonders how their skin will be removed
With words and thoughts and hands.
His/Her one hundred billion nerves sing an anticipating chorus.
Rejoice.
Imagine this:
Two hundred million people skinned on tables
Sing with teeth liberated from lips
An unending chorus of difuse
Lapsing into vermillion.
One person both sides mutters with anticipation.
Singing calamaties drown endless ear drums eagerly.
Rejoice.
Manifesto #1 On the Absorption of the Anti-
There are several things happening, I should make myself clear. Of course there was an event. This event was akin to a half digestion. There ceratinly was fluids in jars. I certainly counted ten toes, but then nine, but then eight, but then seven, however I began at seven and stopped at seven but somehow arrived at ten. This is very important. However, I should make myself clear. Icarus and Oedipus exchanged skins. This made them very hard to see, but they were still there or here or around. Bacchus was certainly a mediator, temple like and disasterous, but really quite innocent. This too is very important.
Let me explain clearly: The Anti- is a shudder, a green doom, a sliding dolphin skin draped, inverted teeth, a confident hermaphrodite, scarabs in toes, a drowning sensation, a pillar pit.
Also: The words of parrots are really quite dangerous, please do not misunderstand me for one of these words.
Listen closely: There was a meeting when everything was cleared up, there was certainly a discussion which covered many topics, these were:
the nature of columns
allegory as a doom
skin sundered and reversed
the repair of wax wings
the birth of the hermaphrodite
Let me Clarify: I walk in a world of bridges, there is nothing below or above these bridges, but the bridges are certainly on their sides. Vapors and spectors and poltergeists and dreams also walk in this world, but they too are very hard to see. I spend my time walking upright and sideways mediating mumbles from vapors, spectors, poltergeists and dreams.
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