Thursday, October 2, 2025
Monday, September 1, 2025
Adeena Karasick, ZERO’S EROS
Flux Me Fast and Slow
image by Adeena Karasick
Though traditionally 0 (zero) is understood as a number representing an empty quantity, zilch, zip, nothing or absence; adding, subtracting, dividing or multiplying any number by 0 results in 0 -- for Abraham ibn Ezra, “zero” serves as a place holder, which he calls a wheel, a galgal to “save the position” in cases where that position has no value. Zero then should be acknowledged not as “nothing” but “a place holder,” between the no longer and the not yet; the not yet and the always already metonymically signifying and silently screaming for an impossible future that precedes all numbers – in a lacunaic liminality, extolling the omnipresence of a past re-patterned in a volatized hyperreality, inexorably circumbscribed within the paradox of re-memoration.
ZERO’S EROS
one should place a figure in the shape of the wheel O
...the symbol of a wheel O like chaff in the wind
and is there only to save space[i]
in the plenitudinal void
In the nothing that is affirmed in the darkness
of aching indices, amnesties, mysteries
gilgul galgal logos’ golos, gulleys galleys grids grammars
of ungraspable gaps
spurred in the surplus of ---
0
nothing’s nought, naught, nil, ought’s
[sic] cycles seychel circles
of weeping seepage
Hold me like a place, place holder / as i stand in for
supplement, like the letters for the numbers
the image for the present, futures, icons, epochs
Just hold me like a place
plaise / holder of substitutions, landmarks convulsing
in the futural unfolding
of nebulous ebbed / aberrated
erasures’ / abyssal billow valleys nihil, null
thrownness
in the anguish of unveiling thrashing in the dirty reflection
sucked back into / as night wedded to the light
place holding
in the dialectical calculus of radical fantasy fragmented
through the [un]wedded suspension, pretention
transgression apprehension
in the broken middle of disremption
0
And through zeros eros morose kairos’ borrows burrows harrows
sorrows accords succor’s coursing source
s’cœurses of thirsting aporias
hold me like a mishkan marooned
like the numb/erless number
in the monadic nomadics
of impossible reminiscence
‘n come opiate come opulent through
the aching onus undulant annulus
through the consanguineous scents / laments
of pierced palettes postulates
sefirotic zerotics
all catastrophically apostrophic
between the light of darkness and the darkness
of [ ] bridges, burgeons, burdens
crests, cusps, gates, serrates
shadows, spirals, triggers, traces
thresholds // in the madness
of mirroring withdrawal
and hold me
in the ghostly aghast
of efes, sifra sefer sofer sapir sippur sifr cifra ciphers[ii]
0
festooned in the liminal
nomos //
lacunae’s inlaid laden agon
of ubiquities ventriloquy
imprisoned indwell
of disrepair.
[ii]. According to Kabbalistic hermeneutics, the root SFR, (shin, pei reish), etymologically stands in for the “books” that G-d created the world with sofer (scribe), sefer (book), sipur (story); all embedded in sefirah (emanation of divine light); which derives from the biblical, sapir, (sapphire) whose brilliance is associated with the heavenly throne envisioned by the prophets; and mispar (number) which stands in for the all the letters, which created the world. Uncannily, in Latin and Spanish, “Cifra,” means zero; and in Arabic, “sifr”.
Saturday, August 2, 2025
Andrew Joron, A Sudden Pact, et al.
World-Spine
image by Daniel Y. Harris
A SUDDEN PACT
Essential dent or
Incident
That making is to make of accident
must be
the truth, untranslated.
Ex-
Act example: sunset’s
Red redistribution
of what
once was
Pled in place of place—
Violation
of a
long-dead ideal of land
as hand
of understanding.
The deal made, the spoken
Broken
By the next breath, & the next
along
the X-axis, as X-rayed
world-spine
Of any word.
THOUGHTS TO NO END
1.
The location of any point on a line is fixed with respect
to the line’s endpoints.
2.
The location of any point on an infinite line is
indeterminable with respect to its place in the series.
3.
The line is unable to locate itself within itself.
4.
The infinite line’s points dance & leap among
themselves, trading positions, ultimately coinciding.
5.
An infinite line can only be manifested within finitude
as a single dimensionless point.
6.
That point is as close to nothing as something can be.
Piercing in its presence.
A GREED
Each of us is in each of us, agreed?
—moral
imperative,
imperial dissolve—
There
was not always breathable air.
But once the flowers
breathed
out, we could breathe in.
There’s a name for that
Feeling
before
anything happens.
It’s thought.
AHEAD OF TIME
No peace in pieces.
All shards
charades
of the
one & only thing.
For
matter, magnified, dissolves.
To see to seed—
x
is what
peeks
through the appearances.
Sorry, peaks—
So will will err—
& in this well of air, blow
the, a,
the, a, the
Bell-sound of
Last belief.
NOT TO SELF
this stuff we’re made of has a mind of its own
I ask you
I ask you
if, then if, then if
new was once
the past tense of know
with one
over one unwon
using the over-
possessive pronoun, you sing
—Andrew Joron
Wednesday, July 2, 2025
Gabirel Hibert, Six Comics Surgery
Monday, June 2, 2025
Germán Sierra, Nutcracker Variations
The Wet Box Project
Ian Margo
The Wet Box Project
Ian Margo
Nutcracker Variations
from a planet woven with the silky signs of a discarded algebra the future laughs at its prelude: our bodies on display as a cancelled prophecy. spontaneous human combustion can only be due to interactions with astrophysical particles, and such particles must necessarily be those responsible for dark matter.
what does it mean for an atom to be excited for a negative time?
yOuRfInGeRsPiDeRwEaVeThErAdIoWaVeS.
excititude. maybe dark time. nuclear
love perhaps. all time but the right-now is actually dark time. every exploding
infinipresent giving birth to sequential nonconsecutive universes. ashes of hydrogen and helium burning on accreting neutron
stars. organic dust drifting between the stars and raining down on Saturn from
its rings. fossil human skulls became spiders’ nests.
the spider that avoids the temptation of gravity by oscillating at the loose end of an imperceptible fiber while taking advantage of the subtle propulsion of the breeze to find a novel anchor feels having torn-and-sutured a constellation of fragile chords, trabeculae, Chinese shadows projected by slightly curved photiscent living lines, hyperfolded dispaces, helicodes, unforeseen connections, labyrinths drawn in the moist air each time light waves strike the screen, paramagnetic echofields, alt-chemical computers thriving in a toxic environment, fundamental analysis, ultrapure music, chronocrystals and deentangled particles—it prints a minor joy upon the imaginary flat circle—emotions are constructions of the world, not reactions to it—it is (maybe you will be too) a nutcracker upcoding new thrills for the think-in machine.
time cells that encoded temporal sequences aligned to the other’s landing
like many practitioners of reciprocal telepathy, distant emotion and neotransmission, network cohabitants, friends, animons, followers and even virtual and anonymous infatuations—ketaminocherubs and erinyahs modeled from imaginary flesh and blood, false snapshots, grisaille, interlocutors generated from more or less complex verbal instructions—all carried away by datatides, like so many other captainoids piloting drunken boats—drowned people often remain more intensely alive than the living—although we do not blame the storms because who knows what could have happened if we had met them before paraemotional electrodialectical intermediation—new types of graphic kisses, lips broken from drinking tremors—now, however, when we perceive those waves that are the skin of being, when the rhythmic convulsions of the air reach our senses inciting us to tremble, when the light hits our eyes threatening to tear out the nerves, it seems like we are receiving the blows of an immense sea of ontic vibrations, perhaps an infinity that, always in motion, is part of everything that exists and nourishes all that is possible with cement.
the focus on the developing body in relation to another body may help us answer perennial questions about the very nature of the human selfhood as being not one, not two, but maybe three and even more
stars harboring a black hole at their center can live surprisingly long—the sun’s arrivedercic nuclear pink flare is reflected on a grammafleshy wordganoid that resembles a jellyfish melting on warm dry sand. you’re bedazzled by the pheromoon flare beaming across the sea surface. your dance is a lightning crushing the night slate / bees roll inedible coloured balls repeatedly / snow flies self-amputate freezing legs to prevent ice from spreading to the rest of the body / we can start to envision a future where organic and inorganic materials coexist, creating a new breed of bio-cybernetic entities. if the quantum Universe is strongly deterministic, then there is no other path to make the Universe than the way it is—yet that’s the way you don’t want it to be.
—Germán Sierra
Friday, May 2, 2025
untitled, Michael Mc Aloran
untitled
/102 cm x 122 cm/ acrylic on unprimed canvas/2022
image by Michael Mc Aloran
untitled
...ulterior oblivion/ & the life of scar tissue
wedded to the fluctuate of exposed eye-limb devour of what trace sickness as of
winds to collect in the abortive colour of extent perhaps a cracked ceiling
burning of the whittled bones walls turning in the ocular extent through
nothing gained of the elixir of night as if one could carouse the blood’s
temperature skinned as of in the appeal till trace what electro-cult of
nothingness coloured as the outstretched wings of some deserted language
curdling in the hyenic laughter of terse absences cutting to marrow-edge of
some subtle discourse spat into the frugal light the scuttled breath the
loggerheld of no what spasm-light sickened of through the out of which nothing
of the ever whispers of silent curdle of where the pit of edge decree through
of in the collect of shadowed discolourisation utter devour of the once what
will the circus abbreviate the flay of wind worse wounds till dreamt of amber
collect in the sudden as if to deflower/ it-skull it-long & the ablaze of
mockery stone the blood an amulet the extent to which is fossil as of
breathless haven till the once of echo-closure the reek of the silent lightless
pageantry sudden as if what once till cold break breathless colours the
instance fettered a slow devour as if one could throughout the skull of night
extensive amber lock of cold white distance of desolate where sanded realms are
the bitten light to caress the blood the mirror asking of the reflection of
tight air rip of lungs the surface smeared in excrement a cracked disclosure
coil within the coil of what winds to collect of the nor other if to dispel the
ache of attrition a burn in semblance silhouettes of weighted beast of stricken
rough to turn upon a gardenia edge the spit of once too the other etch of what
recollect burning from outset reckless turn within labyrinthine occurence in
the spit of night traced of in the redeem of scum division nectar of ejaculate
the long wrought solace of nothing closure depth an exposure of once turn
weight a syringe-lock dissipate as smoke is devoured by the emblem knowledge
what once known a sedentary subtle of the beneath what the razor eclipt the
solace burn the absurd fade & the collective abandon of what closure edge
the cold light etches the skin an abort of travestarial nothing as before till
cull of one thousand silver butterflies extended flings of the flung shat
distance breakage of the reflective colours the kaleidoscopic lense peeling
away beneath the edge of flame to reveal the surface the intrinsic skeleton of
what once known to be other than in the collective breach of what turn the
subtle of in the dark a flashpoint surface as hands outreaching grasp for
lights ever abandoned ever of the wheels of nothing discharge of as if were
could it-trace collective breakage null & absolute till trace of what
expulsion nothing as of which what never of the once/ once closure broken
fingers to replace where too of oblivion beneath all surface of shattered ice
what dim of solace a wreckage of recollect where sands of cold turn of disavow
echoing of the attribute all distances haven what of whereof the density a
hyenic absence where to of sickness of to dredge whereof what scattered rub
shit in vacant sexless wound the caress of bone bite breakage nothing as before
where once of null & void the flayed pulse aching of some obscene devour
where all sun taken from till taste of one pitch birth hollow a cracked escapee
taken from what night in the long distance of the arched spine the cunt exposed
to the reveal of ache what discharge breakage mould of the caress the signature
the embalm the light a tunnel of which never of what once till taken of to
travail the synergy of what vibrate of terse of tense devour aching as of once
what will a circus extension broken of till climactic blossom of exist till
dreamt of neither of the either all sense devoured…
(…taken from of the two nor three nor of the
ritornello a-bask in pit white excreta of the shed of some pupae the skin of
crucifixion asking of the once what frozen asked of never of the lapse
forgotten knowing of the blood that will not cannot endure where whispers of
the tidal excursion traipse as will of the burnt edge turn of broken bodies
lapse what of where dense as what one cannot define the taste of being-in till
of the rip that once was of the curdle of in night’s depth worship a-stream in
one’s palm the deft exposure knowledge of the in-bound falter of the disgust
that marries to the edge of next till amber-lock & the shadowing extent
taken from the which of some dead orchestration skinned of in the pit of edge
no paltry exposure of the words spilled of guts to the edge of preference the
nothing of the words that traipse throughout the flesh of once becoming nothing
of the before of the null what echo-edge of the knowing nothing given to
collect a steel skip shiv of jar upon what will in the scar tissure of one
hundred thousand pulsating lights exposed to the semblance known what of in the
devour the cold reek of of the raw teeth of extinction wreckage avalanche of
night to turn into what of in the silence the embrace of dead speeches the
collect of what once were frenzy what once what were till occlusion of the
ocular invert a song for heady discharge take from to the occult of break what
once a shard/ till the edge of haven-wind the broken bones of extent/ all
locked to the harvest of what speech declaration in an embalm of night a sudden
wreckage of what never of to ever having neither of to be…)
=
Piss-reek in a silent shadow
A burn of weight
A lapse
The occurrence of meat turning in the blood
Till the of
What worse
A traipse division
Nothing of the curdling bones
The sheet-black metallic of the coil what will
Extent of
Till breathing of
Forgotten in the harvest of fossil tears
A wreckage a break of tone
To the
Edge of descent
Where the blood no longer feeds
Of the vocal body focal
Turning of the once
A closed fist
To pummel the blood-sky-taint
It-of the bellows
Of all death-desire
Curling the coil of exposure
As one two three
All sense devoured
=
Extracts the fingernails of the denounce
Ever of in the
Collapse of blood-wing distance of
What stung
In razor-wasp exposure
Curdling in the obscure extent
To spit black edge
Into the fissure
The collect of ease by which
Once cannot one
See
=
Echo
Echo-
Taint
Till turn of flesh to the depart from ever
From the lock what once
A cold distance
A nothing
An a-breach of earing light to corrupt
In night-absolve
Ever of to be
Where naught once of the sustain
Colourless
As once
All what sung of in damage sedentary
Bleeding one’s
Pit abscond
Till close
Of
The fade
Absurd
=
—Michael Mc Aloran