Michael Mc Aloran, excerpts from ‘the elsewhere none’

 

‘untitled painting no.3’/ 2023/ acrylic on paper
Michael Mc Aloran

excerpts from ‘the elsewhere none’
 
 
1.
of the locked fist/ of the bloodied shards
toothen to the
extinction of an exposed trace
of cardiac sense disheveled
a churn/
                 (-ing)
a knock till breakage of scar weight a distance of light
in eye exposed to a throat-grip dark
a tuning fork excursion turn of in a coil of extent
breakage what colours
nothing as of which till rot of the ongoing of as if to close
the woundage of discolour/
                                                (-ed)/
sung aloft as the secretion of night skins the surface to the
bereft of
echo-taint of the what once was
till close of bone hours a dressage
a breathless long spoken of
silence/
             (-d)
all the while/
 
 
2.
 
till turn of grafted meat to the exclusion of subtle butchery
        scar upon scar’s redundant shimmer
breakage bone bloodless
                    in the marrow of light cast
upon the scattered blood-soaked rags trace of little distance
through winds that do not follow
        it-burn
the shit in the clogged none bled
burnt of the which in specious colours
               a kaleidoscopic
emptily
stone wind whiten
(-ed)
                        a recollect/
 
 
3.
 
burns as if what nothing of the exit-sign unto where neither close
                    (burn till laughter of extol)
turns of the blood-light wreckage
a compressed burnt shadow-it-lapse-absenteeism
 
nothing of the once
      as obsolete
an extension of nothing left
          (to be)/
 
 
4.
 
the seed of it till sharded light to the edge of pulse
    a drapery of absent meat
a flayed excursion where to of in the rip of sacred piss-reek an abort
 
cascade of
    (all what lapse)
taken as before to the edge of tidal echoing into from
        the out of reach
 
eye that stagnant of in the reek
      beyond which no in the given of
neither of the commence
 
strip the meat of it
the next to follow onward
breathe till of it it were murmured
 
colours of
            the dawn
a nothing
an avaricious abdicate/
 
 
5.
 
dead of eye in the spec/i/al knowledge of lack
coloured collision a
 
breakage of light into from out of
     given
 
nothing known no further stretch of which beyond to reach for effigy
the barren burning alleyways
 
          scattered skins a-dream
all what known that cannot in the realm of the pissoir dreaming
 
one turn till turn what obsolete
walls neither of
 
cylindrical excessive
a skull a distance hearth in which the garotted flesh still spit light
 
in colours long-breathless eye
spits like blood
 
                    (cold terse…)
 
 
6.
 
echo-taint of a skyline pock-marked with incisor traces
surface peel of dissent till
                                   rip of blood
cold as barren lightscape
    a reek of heavenly smoke & the furnace of desire
 
 
kiln of absent laughter
body burn weight
burns away the film of eye to the edge of
percept/
      dimension tone
 
 
7.
 
all what sound of the weight of null a turn of closure neither of the cold dark weight
(sickly unto reclaim)
      night long nothing as the traces furtive to expel
 
 
rot of emblem
discarded light
un-
    shadowed
 
 
8.
 
turn exposure of the realm till drift of eye into
            of the fathom null
                            coil lapse of exertion
split of stone the exposed eye coiled in a rip of scream
 
fingers that dissipate unto
cold weight
 
amber
      distances
 
 
—Michael Mc Aloran