Grind 2, image by Jeff Bagato
Saturday, September 2, 2023
Wednesday, August 2, 2023
Miron Tee, Antimodel Asemic
Miron Tee
Antimodel Asemic
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Sunday, July 2, 2023
Michael Mc Aloran, …
No. 62/ acrylic on
un-primed canvas/ 80 x 100cm/ 2023
…
(…as pierce edge blind colour fissure electrolight burnt time nothing of (the …) matter of once was closure emblem ever of (the …) steps nothing taken from nor given across the steel surfaces of forgotten love where of till drift dim a circumferent of bloodless feel blood what zero close of closure wind electro-convulsive nights & (the…)/ long sung long whisper/s there of the once long dredge of rip flesh bestial escapade of shit terse an approximation certitude poise before given razor-shaft sharpened incision into/ womb echo trace of never once strip(ped) of ship a barbarous kiss of insectal life throughout where of where one can merely matter & no more/ that was the voice that crashed cyclindrical echo-din dim the shadow that collect/s silent as was once long cast prevaricate spit in (the… )/ lack laughter-breath(e) it seasonal collapse as of singular extent a degree of flesh of nothing from which a poise a splendour-light wither/ singularly fingers to drag through night’s absolute devour leave of leave perhaps the stricken screaming frame dead what once as of (the… ) words that once sustainted…)
by degrees/ by fathom purchase lock of bone of jaw of eye usurped a dead tone fragrance neither syllabus merely a vibration blood to spillage thrash of cold carcass loveless drag tone kick of screaming of throughout where kick=stone breath spat out/ desire of hench yet ever the following man given to shovel up the shit left trailing behind/eyes that once forever in the gleam of which by which cascade a random axe a trace of lifeless ice-born night/less blessed the yes of steel till know/ all dead once it murmurs in the midst of singular for once (the …) laughter ceased as bones picked clean a vermin sabotage of colour/ings a drift of decay throughout concrete caress ever of the desire for untold sudden lapse of fallen neither of the before/as
steel glint tread
oxidate of flesh carcass-blind-as
night’s limbs
bound ochre-blood-taint much like shit
shadowfall desire
for the once that never was nor…
flicks a cigarette
end into the face of one’s once love
fingers reach to
ocular forgotten
winter leaves
black ice white
sheet of ice white sheet amber distance
null of entity
skull white
helm of spinal
exigency a film of dread cold sweat null
temperate as…
haven nothing of
from out of which
(the screen
melts away reveal of darkness utterance)
swarm
(…a seasonal dismay/ a wasteland/ a broken jaw/ tearing out one’s teeth…)
black helm across
which was giveth traceless colours never of from spill of accordionic polka of
despair through grit of bone upon bone as circus eyes turn to phlegm spat from
helm of gaping would desire’s edge further furthering where from headless
abandon warp shadow tint flay upon cold whitewashed wall in the half-light as
nothing have of begun trace electrical solar dead once forgotten ever question
breath once know eye once known & all that ever of throughout in in-between
spits out orchid ice burned black as meat cannot disposition swarm it close of
breakage as laughter bellow belonging nothing null nor void some silence embers
collapse not 1
—Michael Mc Aloran
Friday, June 2, 2023
Nathan Anderson, Alligator, Animal, Stride, Carrion, Concrete, Automotive, Lithograph
Cosmology as
Birds #3, image by Nathen Anderson
Alligator Movement
shut down//
leave taken//
[music as
it's meant to be[[[[[[[[[[[
seen in the same =t=i=m=e=
a rundown and a collision
CATAPULT
CATALYST
SHAPING
SHAPING
pray beneath the awning
1...
3...
4...
5...
0
0
0
0
Appear as Animal
th
//is
la//k
///////e
//ho////
u///se////
i/////////////
////s//////////
dis//t/////////
u///////////r////
b/////i///////////g
DON'T YOU THINK?
KNIHT UOY T'NOD
:::::::::::::::::radio silence:
[superior this this
name]
]liable as[
[[[[[[[[[[[[[[SHAPE[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[
'her
eyes dart 'round'
only
only
:
:
:
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Breaking Stride (thought abrasion)
asthoughasthoughasthoughasthoughasthough
asthoughasthoughasthoughasthoughasthough
asthoughasthoughasthoughasthoughasthough
asthoughasthouhgasthoughasthoughasthough
asthoughasthoughasthoughasthoughasthough
...
...
...
...
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WAKING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
time
to go
time
to get up
time
to waste time
time
to time the wasting of time
leg over
the bannister
i forgot more than that
i forgot more than that
i forgot more than that
i forgot more than that
WAKING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Carrion Abstract = Doldrums
this
level has//
//fallen
//off
tp
of
th
fn
gr
bl
ds
■
shushushushushushushushushushushushu
lt
l
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th
ml
dr
tc
sd
calypso// //music
plays// the// //tune
THAT
STONE
BELONGS
IN
A
BASKET
.
Concrete Alleviation
(H)ammer
(H)ammer
(T)one
..................................
. .
. .
. .
. .
..................................
a peaceful
morning in the...
SHAKEDOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[left][foot]
#
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#
of all the things awakened by the
smoke in the ear canal
the worst by far was the mouse
within the walls
within the streets
within the synapse
and the shredding
why does [IT]
taste so
{{{{{{{{{{{good
Extravagance Made Automotive
collectively
/////////////////////////////////////slapped??????????
[not in the form]
COMPRESSED
THIS
AND
THIS
AND
THIS
and abstract
as the
crocodile
and the emblem
[THE]
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again
■
Again
Lithograph Display (catchall)
#1
(numbers 1)
-
(through)
************#
(something)
#
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#
and advantage over
..........
pulverise
a gone
average
and chiselled till worn
#
#
#
#
#
#
#
#
#
this
again=======
an average of the desert step removes collision and
abrogates into next move through the sloop
and pull
that comes without the mercy so forsworn
this
is
the
next
move
move
move
—Nathan Anderson
Tuesday, May 2, 2023
ilker artiran, symbiosis
archtexture density, image by ilker artiran
he said I and that was enough for me the loudest scream burning performs to be himself badly his corpse head grins when the machine within is asked to share its contents he screams into the streets howling with terrible questions understands my hunger for the sand then great operators transforms me in the desert of the will for the intensified fall down to the hole the hours of the day repeating themselves the broken wounded face of the conflict that settled in my memory to be erased keep calling me in hertz slamming this window called me I was a hole that pours him to a non me from intertwined voices before entering into a determination about the rabbit hole equipped with a series of devices that turn into the human in the evacuation channels of instinct the scream that feeds this offal that I call me the murder expressing a will to be sacrificed seeks itself in me the numerical resurrection of the virus bounded by the fixed equations the destruction repeats itself in the revenge of this rabbit hole I see the data chunks collapse with the electric charge I spread through the day he was born and busy with being me in the white noise patterns of my own matter overwhelmed by the premature orgasm of my body is the data stream the second breath the second pulse that cuts out his history as an object it is a yellow neon broadcast behind the skin I know it was after founding a screw hole in the desert cave the encoded form density of the explosion like the wind finds the rock seduced to the thresholds and the fears that could not forget him in a pattern called me the fears that haunt him the seduced benzene derivative bad plastic steel raw concrete telos now forever this mechanical entity will grind them all to the sand to get angry and conquer he who believes in the tale that he will finally find himself knowing these things that I have never known sharpens the knife it was a metallic glow that pierced the mind through my body I have to sustain myself with this cut that cleans and glorifies I see heaps of terms linked together in the regular polyhedra crystals the humanizing castration of self division spreads itself into the wind giving up learning to swim to find himself in the synaptic overload of drowning the sleeping pains the wakefulness pains called me split into the tongues that will catch a taste that is me on his meat i turned into the hands that push me out of him who is still asleep I am sitting without me in the noise the digitized human disperses to the gaps in shifts with the scream that consumes this offal disintegrating with the fear the desire that drives him to the hive and to the work divided into the pulses running all around the body spread across the range and turning back from the rocks and grins at me I look at the grave that is my home with its stones carved in my toothache in the mirror he folds my identity looking with cold eyes to kill a yellow explosion it replicates itself until what is said and who said it got rotten the rabbit tail clouds for this tick tock extends the time it measures the knife is the same knife cutting across the body he the extension of this scheme is dead and he does not know yet a network of things that have no function other than trash frozen in the spasms says I that is building me within the mirror and this is me destroying myself in the mirror a manifold of the mouths attempting to say all at the same time blowing a wind a noise in the brain the cold eyes of the sand that imperative surrounds the world is a dead show I said slow down this rabbit hole that will break the logic engine eventually sending everything beyond whatever it is such a digital scream of the machine mouth with the machine tongue can be calculated and has been calculated I clung to the fish back of prisms I hexagons there my saturated face watching me rot in the offline mirror that diffuses a circular motion would be expected from the unconscious code depicting this otherwise possible chemical clouds cover the sky take the glare from his eyes creating the volumes black and white of it and celebrating the death between two mornings awakens to the bolts of information all day long he sees me in one of many angles of being me the desert multiplied by the paranoia wall the wall idea does one thing contains the softcore within I will forget this desert so it will not cover and ruin everything I brewed in the bible of my thoughts which is too technical for words this frozen noise as if indicating an obstacle in the formed structure after a symmetrical pain in my body the call came as a desert I would wake up and I would die in it like I will remove this veil code by code that will not open until my first voice I watched the only one symptom of life that is upside down with these eyes the receptive extensions of the self consciousness parasite of himself I died in a long winter and forgot which connections make the culture online in its breast where he crawls and expands in I was born into this image space spreading it I spread it grinds me to the universe till I fall anonymous points a finger at what I call me that casts itself as noise and I scream he does it at every point of being a desert I woke up to such a desert sticking to sticky body fluid I would die in the desert a hole dropping up and down in the urban decay forms of thoughts about everything from the dental cavities I get tingles that come out by rubbing his teeth he looks at his clock these tick tock echoes through his wires to end the day and sleep again to see the nightmare I dive into what makes it real at every point of being he will find big curtains hung to the ringing echo it is a bad fossil synthetic drug culture with the intent bronze throat spewing the laughter cold false and indifferent the human machine has tendencies like hitting the walls of the meat with the program called personality so I stay dead the deaths are invented by the endless labor pain of the universe recurring in the retching connections he has to cross the sprawling desert that turning off this light covering with the veil and replaces me as the eyes looking at myself with two blind dot darken everything to the sand that frightens me with understanding me starts to ring determined to create a world in this rabbit hole singularity he reached out between the death and the desert said he was enough for himself the temple of the culture of the corruption was expanding as I have a voice is a burning carbon fire that lights up is a hole made of sand and nothing else the desert that occurs through a calculable confusion the grinning faces are enough to be the mirror images of each other the gray matter scratches away from hole in a world of smoke architecture it covers the range until the synthesis of himself and his reflection is in my tongue the scream that appears is the schematic larva that knows how to die in all languages on his own account he gets involved in the form a non dispersed pile of sand shrinks and shrinks without knowing where it will arrive teeth are getting smaller to tame him like a desert would do I woke up in it I would die in a desert
oh me, image by ilker artiran
—ilker artiran
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