Never Mind the Beasts

a new project with gnostic undertones. And sound is a priority again.

Right now it’s called Memory Swerve.

Here’s a small sample:

The question is: is there life
before death
always
a tightrope
between
innocence &
rapture

knowing through
negation it was
or could be
seen
with
the departing
train
or suspended
with the blow-away
whistle

nighttracks washed
in breathmic
yonder

tumbled out
tumbling
as from
lightnotes
hostage
strings
strung
us
along

there is, was, and iswas a scout for the abstract
in the effects of grief memory was worth
doing over to arrive again
in the fleet kingdom
with an aroused eye

in-scattered
living
in-scribed
in the nameless
book of
entwinement

seem’d reason
parted
not so much everywhere
having
arrived
at ruins
rather plucked
spoken out
of
envisaged
in the gnostic
projector
projecting
remakes
on a white screen
crazed
into
scattered
kingdoms

grief
grinds
memories
ANI MALE
UP-
RISINGS

In the sun the body bakes
in extreme heat
leftover
bones
are wrapped
in tinfoil
and disposed
in the proper
receptacle
———————————————-
there is, was, and iswas a scout
for the
abstract
in the effects
of grief
memory
was worth
doing over
to arrive again
in the fleet
kingdom
with an aroused
eye

what to be nameless
in the book
of
entwinement

in-scattered living

many shelves
and it seemed
memory
parted

not so much having
anywhere
arrived
at
ruins
spoken out
of

envisaged on the gnostic
highroad

reeled out onto
the white
screen
split
by split

A MACHINE FOR GRINDING
OUT
ANIMAL
UPRISINGS

crazed
into scattered
king-
doms
in the lightnotes
grief
grinds
memories

suspended memories in the word
gravy

cropped out
nerve centre

hardly begun
breathless
looking
up
so as to return
endlessly
on the primal
verge
wet shorts with erection- waded
halfway
in the lake
prodigal drift
with gnostic
undertow