'bone bite snare', (Erratum Press 2022), reviewed by Lee Beckworth

 

'Bone Bite Snare' the latest work from Michael McAloran that displays his skill at re-articulating language identity and meaning into a labyrinthine revolt against the demands of the word to be understood and in doing so he steps beyond the existence of the novel as bourgeois artefact /The vitality of his text underlines the possibility of a vertigo of linguistic masochism confronting the reader with the refusal of a fixed tyranny of predictable meaning while corrupting notions of authorial identity/it is the individual who creates art no longer art that creates the self conscious individual that supreme illusion where everything is resolved/this work reflects the darkness and drunkenness of an epoch of evil and pessimism/but he does not complain of being misunderstood/in fact he invites a delirium of mystery and ambiguity in this barren age of mediocrity/To quote Deleuze and Guattari the schizoid revolutionary pole of the unconscious follows the centrifugal movement of the desire to be liberated from all ideological positions/A form of neutrality that refuses to be nailed down to a narrative persona not modern not post modern but dominates the passion to have meaning revealed/ The rest is silence/What McAloran calls the paradigm of shit a bitter frenzy teethed to the sky/What is this text about?/What is it trying to achieve?/Perhaps these paragraphs are generated and operating under the guise of Freuds concept of displacement?/Why the plethora of micro description or rather perhaps the absence of a narrator of names of anything outside of his authorial abandonment of rules of literary conduct?/What is being described adrift through corridors of barren-toned abandon ?/Words exfoliates as a depth tide for extinction of centrality of rational discourse /Cybernetics as a language in its final transformation and bone bite snare defies the imagination to evolve a understanding of these word events unless the imagination perfects resonance with the art of confusion?/...till terse redempt nothing ever of the collision verge where coil of edge redeem spill of light/What does this mean for language?/There is a need for an ear tuned towards absorbing the maximum from the multiplicity of perspectives offered /...where to taste is of the dead light what once it will return bleak solace headlong broken../Meaning seems at first stripped from the lines of words that have no evidence of punctuation to stem the flow of images perhaps three dots being the only evidence of a pause in the onslaught of discourse/Mc Aloran as author is released from adherence to his humanity touching what is unimaginable forgotten unnecessary the displaced puzzle of the suspect narrative throws off habit and expresses a nascent state of verbal demiurgy/Will language in the Age of the post digital even use an alphabet as it is now/Will there be a flood of new words coming from a Cybernetic driven culture that dominates the paradigm of consciousness if such a state even exists/What being[s] might constitute the Cybernetic paradigm?/These are questions Mc Aloran engages with/ Consciousness is a consensual human hellucination/We are limited by our language/Just as Physics is limited by its theorems/The depth of the imagination is limited in the human/An awake dream a state of fugue drifting mindless and out of control/What happens when the author sheds his breathless haven of desire and thinks back until peeling shadows from wounds of memory coming to rest in paragraphs of confessional vapours to a silent audience?/The spoken word may disappear and all interaction between subjects may be purely desiring neural discharges/Micro seconds of pleasure but it [the gap] exists and is in no way linear/...bloody waste pass through given fleshed disaster rank with silences the final eyes of sleep forgotten merely to slumber long into ever echo where night is ever ever long/ With an ear bent towards absorbing the maximum from words linked in paragraphs meaning is stripped from the readers intolerable senses birthing the fleshed close of hour upon hour touching what is possibly unable to be known/The displaced puzzle of narrative throws off the habit of the quotidian and each phrase ends with a sense of finality then opens up into another series of subjective anomalies revealing fragments recognised from the plethora of interpretations hidden in the obfuscations of semiotic precision born of post biological thought processes/Mc Aloran is always transgressing the limit of comprehension hidden amongst the fragments between the words and the lines/...the words graze the surface dredge of corridors once forged die down in listless slaughter/ Semi automatic metaphors struggle to follow the maze of images/As the author says in another of his texts Code # 4 Texts the words must be read both horizontal and vertically with an urgent but sterile engagement/Again in bone bite snare through what dim a doorway unto abandoned landscapes all foreign/McAlorans post biological text reflects the deep contradictions in contemporary culture not by confronting it with a leftist academic ideology but with a sense of neutrality almost an anti aestheticism expressing conspiratorial language that demands the reader completely rethink its engagement with language communication a world akin to that of Beckett and Joyce/A text that attempts to liberate the conscious voice from the tyranny of pulp fiction and the overly common intellectual narratives/Mc Aloran restores the corporeality of desire to know to understand /Instead of the passive 16 seconds of focus a level of concentration is needed to grasp the reinventing of word and phoneme that generate new significations/The reader if astute enough finds themselves revelling in a state of jouissance/...null stop collision rat surfaces to forage breathe of cannot expel it is choke upon at silhouettes silent edge/

The systematic delirium of auto suggestion drives the reader to maximise the processes of the imagination/a rare glimpse into a reek of silence oblivious to the commerce here there or barren ashen sunk white knee deep in shit reek there was something what was it named after/The work aims to quench an urgent desire for simplicity and banality/The Forgotten Memory of the Future/Insanity and excess of vision and sound/ Consciousness is not the seat of identity/When you have gone as far as you can you are only half way there/Reality for Mc Aloran is not enough/He dreams of the inside which is the unconscious and the outside which is the imagination/What is the connection between the unconscious and the imagination between twins/Do we only imagine in the conscious or is it a direct production of the dream of the other that we have forgotten as real and think that it is an inspiration of the conscious?/Bone bite snare is a limit experience that prevents us from remaining in the dream without transgressing its emptied out presence/Or are we permanently in the dream becoming other within space and time a rational thought or a non-thought/the unconscious/Mc Aloran improvises with a brilliant acuity of mind/...waste ground where now the closure of what given to beckon of as if to speak all days done for haven/ How do we maintain the boundaries?/Should we bother?/The process of constructing identity is creative and the creative individual creates many selves/What do you dream of and what do you dream of becoming/Is a dream a process of desire or are desires limited to the conscious/Is the dream the thinking of the unthinkable/Mc Aloran constructs the almost unthinkable/He is recording the collapse of Western civilisation liquidating the last vestiges of his intrinsic or symbolic value while maintaining an absolute integrity of creative thought/broken shadows in a collective of meat to bone to tragedy lack of it turning upon where to of if not what silence...a flight from echo into foreign echoing desire ramparts a fist to pommel the skylines teeth...

Lee Beckworth 2022 

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"In bone bite snare, the jagged necrotextures of poetics are not only anatomically exposed but let of fluids through a cosmically conscientious mechanism not dissimilar to Pollock's 'drip technique'. This raw performance of a past and predetermined doom is here recorded and thus made infinite in its recurrence." -- Elytron Frass

“this,is neonoir,a new kind of nihilism,where even the language,even if highly poetic,cannot be attested to certainty or absolutism or essentiality. everything is loose now,shifted loose by geodesic and societal schisms and shiftings. it really is the endworld,now with the appropriate acuitry sketched in a language befitted to mimic thefragments,the inconclusiveness,the w/hole.” -- Aad de Gids

"In his texts Michael Mc Aloran curates [the impossibility of representationalism anymore], the last esthetic mirrorings of these wastelands through which we wade, in bleak necessity, in machinationmechanistical catatony, our arts following sinister paths to follow the porncinema our world has become. The paradox is, and it also isn't a paradox anymore, that Mc Aloran conceives this inexplicable, indiscernable cryptolinguistic curating [holidayjob] documenting in exactitude that it is no longer possible to follow these worlds of the world like we sit on top of it but we're deeply indebted to as well as prey to its capriciocity and haunting presentism. The world over us that is, and Mc Aloran bears witness to exactly this precarious position, point, to which all end-arts and anti-estheticisms must dwell, finally, in unironic splendour of a glitzing decay." -- Chyna Blac

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From 'blood rhetoric', Oneiros Books 2022

 

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disfigur(ed) limbs of sun & the fall(en) ashen. try trace what held begun asked of density what children aspen coil(ed) till frozen bloody/ oceanic

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mirror lapse that ocular distinguish. colours no. long hour rot. to the fore & nothing cadaver more. eye feels the blood of which composed in depth of acrid laughter/ outpour

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last hour of no measurement call of the without scattered breath oblivion caress of none what will till breathe expels colour the lapse lack scald of once forage till drown no sediment no ghost rhythm escapade

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seizure solace seizure absence one wilt to bear of the stitch close of wound belonging birth it-reach of none what lock a cold eye dusted realm of speech reclamation spill of all sun light unto where from desire of

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one formless than another reach of what wilt till spill teeth jagged wishbone exigent despise the cold floor the majesty it triv/ ial caress of bone weight nothing rhetoric collapse density of foreign adjustment

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scarred without a pilgrimage a shadow's tooth & nail of breathless desire cold meat a nocturne a birthing weight of reclamation sudden to disavow claim lapse a bitten butchery of light

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razor blossom shoot along veined edge of papyrus extol blood absenteeism given to colourless pupil expose trace acrid shadowy expose where teeth lock shale of white till sparkle diamond crimson drench in meat curtains as if to call final lock of night where silence bind if

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empties no not of out of collapse coil closure stitch bled ashen promise of what speak we it till foreign desire of echo breakage stillness null of trace strip of skin cadaver mist of colourless ocular bruised meat flung unto hyenic jaw echoes from out of which what night

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 zero pelt design of through fragrant excise all froze what hollow dense shit in vein's collapse as ochre trace across where ancient landscape rest no worth collage of flesh till burn what haven trace of tongue across barbed wire caress(ed) bone obsolete kiss of trace/ given

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4 texts 2014/ artwork 2022

#9...

...axial pulse what haven of/ night’s bellows clearing the lungs of footsteps taken for the/ as if to/ echo-echo foreign light a-breathe till beckon of/ reductive arbitrary nothingness/ breaking from out of lock the broken light’s collect/ asking of step-step the sheared pulse reduced to the bitter end/ axial dispense/ shattered bone what step/ lightless pageantry of hyenic laughter/ the jackal tears of some aspen foraging in shadow pit of endless abortive night/ abortive of all claims for the/ none else to collect the silent ever silencing/ redundant the/ not a trace remaining but for the on-step of all/ across this/ ice-clad the foreign lack inverted/ all stepped undone/ the back-step gathering the absent of light the broken tears of it/ the flesh to reek in gilt of tint and flowering acrid nothing/ stillness to trace across terse tongue of the malignant eye/ yet non-existent the eye that governs/ speech decadent failing as the sky folds in as of a child’s ribcage smashed in to taste thin lights/ onward all the while/ onward to what of the onward shadow-like/ a taste of sour blood in the mouth from the cracked jaw’s bailing out into/ this is the dead speech/ the lie/ the lack of communicate ever leaving the lack to obliterate/ isolate of/ drunken spasm of/ the collapse of bodily in wilt of screams tracing the walls covered in traces of/ not a chance left now/ yet ever if it were/ so says the else/ the abject lie/spurious as a stitched mouth/ a deadened pulse’s retain...

#10...

...orchard of bled dry/ where from out from which/unto this/ no shelter from the skyline/ none/ the purity of lack/ like a toothless grin emaciating the solace empty of else/ absolute none of which in the scarring of without trace not given-given/ death-dreams of empty shadows/tasteless concrete across the submerged body of jaded words/ bled dry by the shit-toothen mouths of babes lacking the skull’s dismemberment/ the lie aches in every body’s aching/ tomorrow’s absence begged for in prayers from the absent deep/ within walls to burn like excrement in the flame/ drag/ drag/ the pulse all the while is the consistency redundant/ the final edge of whispering unto given back it cannot/ stray light devoured/ sing gladioli/ burning the dust-clad tomes the redundant speech the lack/ blood-spatter upon cracked glass/ the eye of zero tint through which to observe the over-flowing gesture of the dead stun gild/ ripped aside it/ shredded it/ the clenched fist and the bile to spray upon the fissure’s gait what promise from/ all along/ no longer the words the passage through has engulfed and left the stranded teeth of it aching solace disembowelled/ this is the hell from which/ the snapped spinal chord of distances/ pissoir emptiness drifting through amber air what of/ the lie aches in every body’s aching/ in the promise thought of/ pulse-white/ redundant elixir of/ the final of which/ a dressage of violence clearing across the landscape of psychotic benevolences/ in a reek of echoes from ages lost/distances erased/ in the sudden the most adamant...   

#11...

 ...search-lights tomes of children’s scattered bones no nothing/ dry whispered tears unfold in a sarcophagus of in-dreaming else/ as if to beg the question of what speech/ what-speech the dry bones of eclipse/ of the degraded peninsula/ the sun no matter for/ the sky no matter else/ the rummaging in shit-filled caskets of being asking of the promise of no nothing/ashen collect and the eye revealed/ no nothing of/ asks what/ what of/ itcannot no/ runs down the tidal of the arms outstretched to embrace the dead stun disguised as/ the lack is ever/ not a trace of ever remaining/ blood-stained the eyes clear arise to the surface of/ bent light cataracts the escape of love for/ no not the one/ for the all/ a given eclipt/ pulse of irredeemable redundancy/ no nothing/ as if to say/ a sarcophagus of dry whispered tears what matter shed for nothing/ oceanic blood of semblance tasted what what is/ there or/ has of/ lack to taste in the ever-flowing absolute loss of being none/ else what for the matter collective as the fact the shit flows from every arsehole/ love jack-knifed upon the precipice/ upon the collapse the spit of/ bites down/ bitten deep/ flesh what yes/ flesh what of/ the atrophic meat in given being slowly sucking upon the/ nothing to claim/ what of it asks/a tear an egg cracked/ the eye stunned into recognition/ sun what sun of/ there are shards in the dead veins of empty dreams/ this is the now not else/ the stench of it/ it cannot endure it/ it.../ silence all the while/ adrift/adrift/ not a bloody chance left...

#12...

...nausea all/ vacuum of reduct lapse into unto/ words collect the blind bones of solace/ scatter the milk teeth to the dying sky’s reflection/ sudden shadow sharp as shattered pulse/ of the in-breathe lock spilling its dead hours into speeches/ murmurs/ jaded whispers of non-being penetrating the heart’s dissolve/ in reek of pageant none what then/ shard/ discarded ashes/ else picking the stems from the meat flowers of unsolved hours/ solace as if to say that it ever/ reside/ resides/ emptily in the birthing nothing of it/ transparent birthing give or take from what can you if can it/ not a sound left/ orchestrate of blind lights permeating from vortices/ wound deep the sinew’s breath/ till spit of the redeem non-given/ in the being other than no/the being other than of not of else fragmented image kaleidoscope/ all the while the banality of death seeking out the submerged fear/ the pathetic brothel of tears shed in the dark +1/ none/ in lapse/ lapse of/ blood to lack and else to be rid of/ the intrinsic sky within the mind where once there once was/given no/ given yes it/ frozen fucked nights of endless night drowning upon the vapour’s glint/ smoke dusts/ emptied syringes emptied bottles/ scarred meat without origin known the distance traced revealing tint of/ nausea all/ blood to taste/ a throat slashed/ inverted shimmering...

3 short/ 2017/ artwork 2022

 …reaches outwardly outreaching fingers crumble unto nothing ever blind-sighted dredge of collapse sky-frag-ment some circus dreamt exigent flagellate dim sound an echo perhaps a trace none then for tomorrow ever-once cold shoulder bared meat echo-night of siren silence nothing as if sudden as if to expire where laughter once (the) skin ripped sounding off electrical frenzy clear air binding what words together collage of intake sudden ash of breathing in elixir cadaver sunken in foreign dirt eye as if to nothing a dredge tomorrow for absent calling shadowing of it-expire as if to say what of spitting out as was nothing ever not a trace of ever cold light electric bloom of…

…obsolete in drag of sound burrowing into from out of taken by no utterance bound by non-depth silence cracking apart (the) valves of null where once what held breaking apart no shutter collapse sheared wind fallen drift eye spun alack here there or hereafter broken depth what lacerate spitting out stitches through cracked lips break then of what dawn eye-lie clenched fist of blood warping (the) out-step colours to lack where breath expires no longing further depth retrace cold shadow bite mire wind a lapse of in-breathe where all what tremor from collapse as if once spoken not a trace of sky un-lack eating up the soil where once was abundant yet never (the) trace…

…dead what once from out of strike a match what will following on from given to inhalation expire dredge what wind closure tongue receptive a dead hand cards flung down upon blood-stained butcher’s surface closes the wound in (the) laughter eye of clasp undue of violent nothing left to trace where haven once cold colours of breaking soundless ever-abort given to expire till breath of which resurgence no not a word for it if what were as if to null the hands dead foreign abandon closes the door of which what will till end ablaze stillness of the cold shoulder’s advance shadow erasing what words in mimicry of speech ever-coloured by percept unsound…

7 short/ 2022/ artwork 2022

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coil cold dust shadow ache claim it-speak collapse blind weight of butcher's eye rot slow broke stone tide once hollow ash dense reclaim echo dream fade nothing to come sting furtherance blind tide & lock return to forget it forgotten all emblem rock of cradle of

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burn breath sudden light flash of meat reveal in pageant closure mutilate voiced sick dredge hollow blood in mouth extol where foreign if nor said what once gather of moss flood redeem nothing amber light to caress open plane of forget it nullify another want of zero dredge

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sleep origin breath what once eclipt of dissipate crack in door to spill the light of lapse lay dead play dead as dust upon silken shadow echo striate deaf till hollow redempt nothing closure learn unlearn as if to strip night's colourings were to truly ever of the redeem

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severed eye limb sliver of tidal flourish broke ashen birth cloud of what once redeem nothing of the of the before what amber colour it neither of what worship solace lightless dawn fallen cold eye white upturn of echo dead what once what none abscond till flourish nullify

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skyline etch in chalk-white dust become of fall flourish density of rind of forgotten tidal it speaketh null unto passage play of wall-smeared blood-reek distant amber knowledge teams at sight's edge break from bone travesty the mind in nothing neither of a hindsight ever

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what image speak neither longshadow asphyxiate acid tint it this neither disarray bold as ashen in wound of collapse where what turn of maggot edge what turn of dim absurdly fissure bled echoes null reclamation ice what turn to follow what follow what turn of null abound

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runs through it silent dome recurrence breathe by lack of determinate it stillness hung light overture burn white incinerate never the which of wick spoke free it dome it silent word-like abandon it nothing restless remark a colourless final one blunt it final remark upon

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5 short/ 07 - '22/ artwork 06 - '22

 

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all what then denounced cast emblems nothing's breath silent discourse edge steel sudden in outcry foreign bones ever recall desolate tide whereof null lapse worship untoward distance no end once was spoke(n) never once thrice semblance colours the like of which

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cold dim what shadow's light flay solace nothing as before spoke taken from with entity tears gathered as if forgotte(n) void effigy silence of corrupt bones ever to collide where once was yes was ever of it ever unto unspeaking spoken cast to hyenic winds/ sing where aloft

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lock held of breach cold surface blank white dim conclusive ash what winds to gather bitten marked terrain solid form relapse dusted by shadow what sunlit lapse to taken from return struck colourisation nothing burning ever what null dredge no not ever all what once

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burn white light exactitude absent of where tread divulge of distance ever as of nothing as before as what once wish all spoken collapse what null reclamation solace breach it once ever solace dream cold breath to follow on into sunk dredge nothing taste ever end of unto

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as fade till bleed once semblant colour lapse what shadow skinned till stray what claw to blunt recoil of sudden in outcry forage fallen once it done with havoc ever of till bleed what stray of ocular redempt lack no impaired light vague dim null what other than

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'bone bite snare' (Erratum Press) reviewed by Lee Beckworth

 

Bone bite snare the latest work from Michael Mc Aloran that displays his skill at re-articulating language identity and meaning into a labyrinthine revolt against the demands of the word to be understood and in doing so he steps beyond the existence of the novel as bourgeois artefact /The vitality of his text underlines the possibility of a vertigo of linguistic masochism confronting the reader with the refusal of a fixed tyranny of predictable meaning while corrupting notions of authorial identity/it is the individual who creates art no longer art that creates the self conscious individual that supreme illusion where everything is resolved/this work reflects the darkness and drunkenness of an epoch of evil and pessimism/but he does not complain of being misunderstood/in fact he invites a delirium of mystery and ambiguity in this barren age of mediocrity/To quote Deleuze and Guattari the schizoid revolutionary pole of the unconscious follows the centrifugal movement of the desire to be liberated from all ideological positions/A form of neutrality that refuses to be nailed down to a narrative persona not modern not post modern but dominates the passion to have meaning revealed/ The rest is silence/What McAloran calls the paradigm of shit a bitter frenzy teethed to the sky/What is this text about?/What is it trying to achieve?/Perhaps these paragraphs are generated and operating under the guise of Freuds concept of displacement?/Why the plethora of micro description or rather perhaps the absence of a narrator of names of anything outside of his authorial abandonment of rules of literary conduct?/What is being described adrift through corridors of barren-toned abandon ?/Words exfoliates as a depth tide for extinction of centrality of rational discourse /Cybernetics as a language in its final transformation and bone bite snare defies the imagination to evolve a understanding of these word events unless the imagination perfects resonance with the art of confusion?/...till terse redempt nothing ever of the collision verge where coil of edge redeem spill of light/What does this mean for language?/There is a need for an ear tuned towards absorbing the maximum from the multiplicity of perspectives offered /...where to taste is of the dead light what once it will return bleak solace headlong broken../Meaning seems at first stripped from the lines of words that have no evidence of punctuation to stem the flow of images perhaps three dots being the only evidence of a pause in the onslaught of discourse/Mc Aloran as author is released from adherence to his humanity touching what is unimaginable forgotten unnecessary the displaced puzzle of the suspect narrative throws off habit and expresses a nascent state of verbal demiurgy/Will language in the Age of the post digital even use an alphabet as it is now/Will there be a flood of new words coming from a Cybernetic driven culture that dominates the paradigm of consciousness if such a state even exists/What being[s] might constitute the Cybernetic paradigm?/These are questions Mc Aloran engages with/ Consciousness is a consensual human hellucination/We are limited by our language/Just as Physics is limited by its theorems/The depth of the imagination is limited in the human/An awake dream a state of fugue drifting mindless and out of control/What happens when the author sheds his breathless haven of desire and thinks back until peeling shadows from wounds of memory coming to rest in paragraphs of confessional vapours to a silent audience?/The spoken word may disappear and all interaction between subjects may be purely desiring neural discharges/Micro seconds of pleasure but it [the gap] exists and is in no way linear/...bloody waste pass through given fleshed disaster rank with silences the final eyes of sleep forgotten merely to slumber long into ever echo where night is ever ever long/ With an ear bent towards absorbing the maximum from words linked in paragraphs meaning is stripped from the readers intolerable senses birthing the fleshed close of hour upon hour touching what is possibly unable to be known/The displaced puzzle of narrative throws off the habit of the quotidian and each phrase ends with a sense of finality then opens up into another series of subjective anomalies revealing fragments recognised from the plethora of interpretations hidden in the obfuscations of semiotic precision born of post biological thought processes/Mc Aloran is always transgressing the limit of comprehension hidden amongst the fragments between the words and the lines/...the words graze the surface dredge of corridors once forged die down in listless slaughter/ Semi automatic metaphors struggle to follow the maze of images/As the author says in another of his texts Code # 4 Texts the words must be read both horizontal and vertically with an urgent but sterile engagement/Again in bone bite snare through what dim a doorway unto abandoned landscapes all foreign/McAlorans post biological text reflects the deep contradictions in contemporary culture not by confronting it with a leftist academic ideology but with a sense of neutrality almost an anti aestheticism expressing conspiratorial language that demands the reader completely rethink its engagement with language communication a world akin to that of Beckett and Joyce/A text that attempts to liberate the conscious voice from the tyranny of pulp fiction and the overly common intellectual narratives/Mc Aloran restores the corporeality of desire to know to understand /Instead of the passive 16 seconds of focus a level of concentration is needed to grasp the reinventing of word and phoneme that generate new significations/The reader if astute enough finds themselves revelling in a state of jouissance/...null stop collision rat surfaces to forage breathe of cannot expel it is choke upon at silhouettes silent edge/

The systematic delirium of auto suggestion drives the reader to maximise the processes of the imagination/a rare glimpse into a reek of silence oblivious to the commerce here there or barren ashen sunk white knee deep in shit reek there was something what was it named after/The work aims to quench an urgent desire for simplicity and banality/The Forgotten Memory of the Future/Insanity and excess of vision and sound/ Consciousness is not the seat of identity/When you have gone as far as you can you are only half way there/Reality for Mc Aloran is not enough/He dreams of the inside which is the unconscious and the outside which is the imagination/What is the connection between the unconscious and the imagination between twins/Do we only imagine in the conscious or is it a direct production of the dream of the other that we have forgotten as real and think that it is an inspiration of the conscious?/Bone bite snare is a limit experience that prevents us from remaining in the dream without transgressing its emptied out presence/Or are we permanently in the dream becoming other within space and time a rational thought or a non-thought/the unconscious/Mc Aloran improvises with a brilliant acuity of mind/...waste ground where now the closure of what given to beckon of as if to speak all days done for haven/ How do we maintain the boundaries?/Should we bother?/The process of constructing identity is creative and the creative individual creates many selves/What do you dream of and what do you dream of becoming/Is a dream a process of desire or are desires limited to the conscious/Is the dream the thinking of the unthinkable/Mc Aloran constructs the almost unthinkable/He is recording the collapse of Western civilisation liquidating the last vestiges of his intrinsic or symbolic value while maintaining an absolute integrity of creative thought/broken shadows in a collective of meat to bone to tragedy lack of it turning upon where to of if not what silence...a flight from echo into foreign echoing desire ramparts a fist to pommel the skyline's teeth.... 

'bone bite snare' is available via Erratum Press

short text/ 2014/ artwork 2022

...of the given replicate/ simulate of/ bitten ash of the hardened artery of silence(d)/ drained dense/ given forth as if to have claimed it/ settled non-settled/ dust blown across a final mouth/ collectively of the want the lack of breath/ spurious to touch lights/ drain-dreamt of/ no traces but for the/ walls of sands and the ache of the in-step in a pool of congealed nothing/ carried forth/ as if to mock the lung/ the marrow’s else/ dreaming all the while of shadow/ exhale all done/ nothing no not a claim/ distances to inhale/ spoken of without clarity/ long night of the dead airs/ nocturnes/ for the absent

Excerpts from 'bone bite snare'/ Erratum Press/ now published at Var(2x)

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An excerpt from 'bone bite snare', published by Erratum Press

From Section III 

…crack knuckle bleed exile trace of bedamned meat a sarcophagus of lightless smoke in veins a-dream it-shadow specious cause of what once aglow nothing much lest viper close of wound bedexed absentee so writ(ten) was the word clear skies an abort of sunlight cascade of the below whereof silent travail throughout never of the beseech of neither of the absurdly broken solace saturate in blood cum & shit of redempt nothing of the weight to follow it is a lie as was uttered hollow spat frugal taint tight travail where to absurdly mock of syllabic laughter the locked jaw of the bone bitten salvation snare that coil of neck-snap defecate deter where the shadow’s internal organs turn to vibrant dust as if to worm throughout whereto of as onward broken bodies ruptured scattered nothing of the remaining of the collide it-depth nothing barter seed to scatter(ed) once was abandon all what words all semblant traces of the obscure the marrow’s landscape a reek of acrid shit that carries through the vague light’s distant effigies never knowing of the once twice thrice repeats after nothing on the commence of it to bleed one final asking of cold taint it matter broken nothing as of which till terse redempt nothing ever of the collision verge where coil of edge redeem spill of light to replace the internal collapse of having abattoir kiss taint flowers ever of the shadowing as if to density is to reduce to dusts nothing as before where once eye coil in desolate devour subtle as to of & which of out of to the…

…nowhere if/ return from broken blood asked of throughout the redeem the solace mutilation given of the burn to touch grace through the majesty of exaltation of absolve…light run low of dim reclusion…body a-mask/ denuded it is of the echo stone of the absurdly locked spat in the face again of from the before of the commence forgotten nothing of as if to claim of it embers embers null & voiceless…voice yes vocal yes words nothing vacuum tide & the shit in one’s shoes a harvest of disclosure breaking from fever till fever unsensed…on no…rotted…rooted...vomits once more...what once more the origin of…all that can be sensed is the reek…& the perhaps twice or thrice by the second & third remark of it…skin the body whole…nothing ever of to the amass of it to nothing ever much of it is echoed…

…in a heaving stun of steaming organs slap down tryst sick bile etch of broke limb orifice collision electrify slapped down upon stainless steel skyline opulent silence give or take one thousand windows screaming their vault of tidal blood effortlessly obscurity solace a kiss of blade across the throat ejaculative devour staunch of woundage silver coin a-spin upon the navel frozen waters the depths of blood-rage fallen to crucifixion tones the like of which silence to repeat it merely of to get it over with it was once then enough of the other climb dead tense waters flowing let it bleed let it falter signature erased nothing of to mimicry dense as what once of the haven from the dug trench climate of rat pulse parameter see of in the once was fallen known of no more…of no more the gilded complex of fallen obscurity breathless longing for in the heave of this or other given to expire dusted realms of derelict rooms poisonous only of where nectar dreams of denounce it from the other scar of the lesser more than blood to excise skin upon skin to turn from demarcate breathless avarice a void of emptily expose of meat’s devour of flourish regalia distant shadows to come closer closer damage nothing as before of the silt-traipse syllabus a mockery of teeth to snare through bone black bite to unto bitten reclusion in dirt whereof to cold stone dredge of corridors of aftermaths never of the detritus edge of the serrated kiss white shock light a forage a nothing a…

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A new book by me now available from Erratum Press

…bone bite snare is a post-Beckettian series of fragmented yet interactive experimental prose poetic texts. It stammers, glides & bludgeons its processes through landscapes & visions lacking either redemption or hope. A hallucinatory cavalcade where linguistics are warped & erased in frenzied, vibration tones of lacerated subject & abject, textual bodily eviscerations & evacuations. This is endworld writing feeding at the jugular to the point of abort, decimating lights, cold cut, breakage bone, snare feed bitten thrice shyer than what hold of dust clogged veins a pissoir, a vantage point erase…

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"In bone bite snare, the jagged necrotextures of poetics are not only anatomically exposed but let of fluids through a cosmically conscientious mechanism not dissimilar to Pollock's 'drip technique'. This raw performance of a past and predetermined doom is here recorded and thus made infinite in its recurrence."

-- Elytron Frass

“this,is neonoir,a new kind of nihilism,where even the language,even if highly poetic,cannot be attested to certainty or absolutism or essentiality. everything is loose now,shifted loose by geodesic and societal schisms and shiftings. it really is the endworld,now with the appropriate acuitry sketched in a language befitted to mimic thefragments,the inconclusiveness,the w/hole.”

-- Aad de Gids

"In his texts Michael Mc Aloran curates [the impossibility of representationalism anymore], the last esthetic mirrorings of these wastelands through which we wade, in bleak necessity, in machinationmechanistical catatony, our arts following sinister paths to follow the porncinema our world has become. The paradox is, and it also isn't a paradox anymore, that Mc Aloran conceives this inexplicable, indiscernable cryptolinguistic curating [holidayjob] documenting in exactitude that it is no longer possible to follow these worlds of the world like we sit on top of it but we're deeply indebted to as well as prey to its capriciocity and haunting presentism. The world over us that is, and Mc Aloran bears witness to exactly this precarious position, point, to which all end-arts and anti-estheticisms must dwell, finally, in unironic splendour of a glitzing decay."

-- Chyna Blac

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