Monday 4 July 2022

no. 11/ text 2011/ artwork, 2022






no.11-…shudder then, collapse unto thy darkness, long-stretch, there’ll be, there’ll be nothing, speech meshed in the silver light, speak again, (bone break), seethe without uttering, all said and savour none of what held, as if to swallow down breath, echoing of numb and of the lapse, all ablaze, it’s said of it, a glimmer of nothing, the tongue torn out, echoing vast from out of which no death to follow in, then, to drown the escaping fragment, there’ll be, yes carried, vertigo, haven to, a cannoning of vertebrae, of silken ashes, non-said, non-uttered, holding one’s breath like the dark sky holds its inaccessibility, stammering again, (bone snap), hollow then, back-rapture, bending of the light, speech culled, a-knock of the wind, blood to let: no not coming, searching for the words, what of them and of the sullen else, marginal, erased as soon as uttered, there’ll be half as much, shadow all and all of that once uttered, said for all time yet never clarified, in the drone there the disembowelled bodies, in the waters silver fish arising from the depths to caress the eye, all dead says the naught, the foreign silence, a cadaver’s scar tissue, the mouth revealing a sneer of sudden impotence, all said, all done, never again, (bone break), snarl and rupture, head rejoice and the mouth still numb, speech meshed, retractable none, till uttering again, never ceasing, I’ll know, I spit it out there’ll be nothing of the margin and the salient tooth, death-rattle in a head-spin of heavenly smoke, rupture held, (I’ll know), from out what stale collapse, murmuring through gilded speeches, there’ll be, cast aside, there’ll be, nowhere else but unto the air thick with marrow, seething of the burnt breath, collapse again, unto darkness, foreign naught, I’ll sever the tongue, useless artefact, speech regardless, on again and yet never, on again with it and for all lapse of vague time, from out this vacuum, there’ll be, some sudden, never clarified, what else to come yet back again nothing ever coming, sparse tines of fragments, cast, cast aside, as if, (bone snap), that will be the motion, simple as if, to start again, as if to breathe, there’ll be, non-said no not ever uttered, stay here, it says, silently, in the silence, then it has never uttered, the vapours of which, the gouged out void of the head, meat to tear, still-drowned nothing claiming, scattered lights, the fingers shattered, the silent flesh the silent tearing of the air, cluttered still, till head resound, drag unto absence, speech meshed and the bone break, (I’ll know nothing), catacomb, drool of a lobotomy’s lie, casket of teaming maggot words, delve alone, delve none, do not delve, never to commence, all then, never conceding yet never else, tongue-lock, there’ll be, stretching out long distance of silenced sands beneath the feet, till dread of speech abounds and none for else, nothing left, nowhere else, the blade glints in the nothingness like a gift, all said, unsung, alack, alone…       


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