'in vibrate realm', available from Incunabula Media

 

coil turn

the rip of seedless blood &

the ache of exposed actual turning in the rip of

endless

into of in the which non-

known

collective breakage bone severance

the out-step spit into of the once till breathless

churn of white spasm light

blinding the eyeline

the nothing extant

in the blood-turn upturned

silence

return it-of of shadow &

the dregs of speech

given to vocal the absurdly mocked in-turn

specious to claim

whereof

what matter-line/

=

bones from out of which the alone as shadow

turning in depth

accord no

& the pistol-whip of null

cutchel to kill of the rip-speech petals blood’s light cast

upon exposed shit-dream nothing

embers collide

it-known

asked as if one could till redeem till turn white silence

action(ic)

till drag of soiled light across the surface a skyline

the rip of seasonal

cold asked of as if

to shed

as one could

nothing of to the devour/

=

extinction toothen

the raw teeth of mind no

no nothing of in the breakage ambiance

sunlight

sudden as if to devour

drag taste haven recollect in the breathe of absence taste

till of in the

skull of know

ache of closure nothing extend

& the depth

the rip of white blood burning in terror’s claim

it-speak as if one could

cold light

burn of what circus climatise

extent &

the burn of sands beneath bare flesh

churn of which how goes the ache to trust

shadows as if to remark upon

closure depth

what eye/

=

stillness to breach

sickless the

love that out-chase-of-response-closure nothing haven

& the exposed blood known of in the

grit of powdered shadow

the like of which

gunsmoke powder-dust

the blood of nothing harvest of cold meat

it-lock of nothing ever of the null

of the once the

sound of zero turning its silence to the extent of nothing

more

it-spit kill kick it carvage

the obsolete meat

a null & void &

the light that forever recoils to extent it ever of the kiln’s

redeem

a piss-reek of shadow

a broken lock a measurement of desire

traced across the flesh

what/

=

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A new trilogy of text & image by DM Mitchell & Michael Mc Aloran/ 2024

 

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...it says that no such utter thing should no not ever be in once thrice to begin as if to close of hour where flux of light were barbed nothing less/as was speaken yes than blossom drift of shadow(ed) light dissolve a syllabus a nothing more/as shadowed says thrice close of open hour ever should no be it trace open out of all to echo in of closure in upon what matter/as wry of eye/it blood it be to seal wound white again solace again nothing again/silence again...

'[unspoken]', (Incunabula Media 2024), reviewed by JG

 

‘[unspoken]’ drags the reader–wary or not, no difference–through pathless scapes of abandoned rooms and ruptured anatomies, through dead light and undead words. Though in appearance this text seems to be a patchwork of prose-poetic fragments and dramaturgical scraps, literary form is, as ever, a formality at best for Mc Aloran and, more often, even less than that. The relentless flux of decaying bodies and dubious voices stares between the pages’ blank spaces as if they were hemorrhaged eyes gazing through Ed Gein’s dead skin-masks: to further the already-great distance always separating the idiotic pageant of Appearance and whatever assumptions one would like to make of the impersonal, ineffable “real.”

Still, there is always plenty of room for “hyenic laughter”–that somatic signification of a communication-limit having been reached–and the voices which appear more frequently in the book’s latter half provide occasions for such laughter. These voices, even though presumably disembodied, stutter and stumble just as much as if their breath were still mounted in meat. The dialogue in itself, of course, amounts to nothing, so much so that its presentation as a “play” might remind one of an intentionally bad puppet-show in which it almost seems as if these fragments of voices were sheer babble echoing from the depths of some ontic asylum (far from that word’s etymological sense of “refuge”). And the parrying among the disembodied voices moves along with such anguish and futility, leavened with glimpses of meta-mockery, as to suggest that the inadequacy of language has always been at least as much a problem of consciousness as it is of mere anatomy. And should a return of the voice to the body be possible after such severe displacement, it bears the cruel gift of “ventriloquist illuminations…”.

As it seems Mc Aloran has been finding new ways to alienate the “I” via language in his other, more recent books, this text is no exception. Whenever that battered pronoun appears, it is always, according to traditional grammar, verbally mismatched: “‘I’ asks, breaking through the teeth of sudden disavowal…”. The pronoun and verb is in as much disagreement as all of the miserable traces of beings spreading throughout this text appear to harshly disagree with the illusory, though no less onerous, business of selfhood. And, of course, Mc Aloran sometimes states the matter as frankly as anyone could: “‘I’ is a dour cunt…fluctuating…obsolete, an assault…”; “I” could just as well be “it” for how much of subjective experience remains unspoken and, most likely, unspeakable.

This is yet another example of a feverishly-active poet who is thoroughly unwilling to let the reader rest on the well-cushioned though long since-abscessed assumptions regarding meaning, language and selfhood; a perhaps not-so-generally-welcome alternative to whatever trifles any given laureate might be writing any given moment…

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(iii)

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'...images of absence, eroded texts, the memory of desire,

no longer even the reproduction of our alienation, but the reproduction of a reproduction,

phantoms plucked from the dreaming pool of a machine,

words left behind by the receding tide of collapsed culture...'

no. 8 from 'Code #4 Texts' (Oneiros Books 2014)

 

8.…no blinded eye/ no set to follow on from motion unto waste here comes the blood rising in the throat/ speaking of foreign night and blank drip of the faucet/ in mesh of isolate here or there another’s bask/ till frenzy occult in shear of the benign what of yet till knocking as if it were possible/ throughout or of/ asking -no/ blinded then till gilt of skin removed guttering upon the ice of some given obsolete/ tomorrow’s hand the skinned purpose of it flung upon the table the blood-stained cards are none and void/ the bones dissolve in the vapours of/ rancour of/ reek stank of dead till once click/ horror of/ immense density of the bind/ the stitch to mark the wrist here or there another/ till fold of ash in given density/ there’ll yet be/ give or take a/ the brutality lies in the claim of blood the meat’s devour of shine/ bone/ none of the hereafter/ till sickness plundered for the weight of frenzy/ given till task given up as if to offer prayers/ three strikes then gone/ it recalls it does not recall/ the blind tint of the sagging air/ rich with the maggot asking of once or of the naught claiming the winds that drift in through a crack in the door/ the room is empty as death final/ a taste of mortuary upon the lips give or take a minute here or there of the light dense dense displaced/ as if it were said/ etched out in invisible traces/ the passage through which benign as skinned carcass/ traceless yes/ no blinded yet the eye of it/ there are sweets on offer/ cancerous the dark eats away the face the blood the bones until the edge of the night and forgotten yesterdays/ till fold of ash in given density/ what of the breathe then/ what of the beauty then/ an arced scar stitches up the fucked breath of severance tasted ever known/ as if to…sudden as if to…sudden as if to fade…sudden as if to fade from out of which/ given lest the…no nothing…rage or no/ unto the naught…

43 eneco 17102013 calibrationcode 122117400 gas 03682,643 m3 electricity 025384 kWh then

before the final recalibration,some last thoughts...."none of the hereafter/ till sickness plundered for the weight of frenzy" just this pointless spilling,seepage,leaking,chemical green riverial exhaust to measure perhaps for no dead politics urgent later these decaying records in desertificated neomono continent. average depth 2km/1.24 mile titres of irondioxide 0.7765 mmol/sq.mtr ironsulfide 4.72mmol/sq.mtr sulfuric acid 6.08 mmol/sq.mtr nowhere to go from nowhere to easily escape inner virioid plaque incidence accumulation tests biofluids viruses in the pneumomucus plateaus >100,22µ mmol/l.,toxoplasmosis incidence positive a life is lived wired within webbings of pathogens and scarcity,sparcity mental drought degenerative loss of braintissue due to toxogene environments in such sprawling evidence we see a paradigmatic shift from the antropocene to the toxicocene dipiperon bound to ritalin 77.60% high athmospheric particularized coincidence the old not forgotten dioxine some decline yet bc of its intransigentality and high toxicity it is a contingent plaque to stay found in the polar bears as well as in the hickory wood and the polish Białowieża Forest the humus accumulation of heavy metals fourhundred times as high as fourty years ago. 44,20 mg/sq.mtr while the,acetoneacrylatetitres heavily jumped to never before seen levels of 59,88 %/sq.mtr as with the toluenesulfuride the appr. density per mg. 60%,4100% higher than when first measured. "life does not live" cited adorno. we're dead and already know it or don't know it yet as how anti theatre would start a premisse without ever solving such dualities which are metastatic metamanifestations of a world,chemifying and azteced in that its heart seems ripped out left bleeding where tears lay in the past this is the new crying

michael mc aloran aad de gids

'Nothing Ever', reviewed by Zuzana Susu

 

MMA aad gid

revieweuse luxe panthère (also haute) on this unbelievable out of order new kind of book of MMA Michael McAloran.

is this a difficult book ? well hell yeah, but if we want to read it we will. it sets all kind of parameters on its head. if you sense you're taking part of a whole new thing qua litterature, it is just exhillirating. I have always searched for this 'antiArt' and always succeeded to find it. you have to be prepared to set aside all conventionalisms. and that I was, we were (with Bas), already in the 70s. we read the strangest books, saw the strangest [non]paintings, listened to unbearable antiMusic. we even participated in antiTheater. then yes you are quite prepared to take notice of Michaels newest book: 'Nothing Ever'.

kind of a sedate title. the book is a rupture with all that came before. he doesn't like to hear it but Michael is simply the best Irish poet. and Ireland of course already has such prevalent reputation. it is as with the perfume 'Red. Giorgio Beverly Hills'. 'Wearing Red, everything else pales'. having read 'nothing ever', there is a before and after. we agreed to work against the lesbotechno revieweuses barflies. torpedotitted, they think to rule the scene. but we give them no space, Michael not with his poetry, me not with my leopard shawled, rouge-noir lacquered acryl nails. fuck the litterary establishment. well ready with the intro, lets dynamite.

"a desire for final absence colourless skyline of all sense devour -- mockery tint of absolute to claim where division is but once as scald of flesh is to taste strip night collective repetition absence -- dense weight of nocturne-in in semblance reduct fathomless collage in a collapse of origin".

the fog of text from MMA (Michael McAloran). if meaning appears it is at the same time gnawed into fragmented proportions again with the plethora of the words that, fluidified, follow. if Michael chose Beckett to cite an adage from (with 'gnawing' in it) it is because we all need to do our patricide matricide. 'meaning' is 'sense' and we see what happens where representationism (what texts often achieve) absolve repetitive gestes. Michael finds energy in the unlikeliest of places. " aglow in dead matter to writhe within in colourless speech of static execution ". "it sings along beneath a-breathe of agues buried in a kiln of pulse bulb ideation ". here I go in a frenzy of associationisms. 'pulse bulb ideation', so there is here a dimension still of something 'positive' or rather 'affirmative'. then the word hidden inside: 'agues' = a shube of Malaria; we can also add 'ages', 'aches', not all so dissimular. the accent aigue, é. 'The acute accent marks the stressed vowel of a word in several languages.' swarm of stressors. this is also a kiln, a cauldron of heat, of energy. plus this is rather exactly described. "collision absence - it is neither sun nor some entity of bloodless fathom all lock & bathe white light neither dark merely static in all centre collect ". the aforementioned affirmation is nothing but a lightblip: "all what said ever of some barren trace pissing freely upon all that once ever was to seed in some banquet some solace in an amplificatory roar of virulent psychosis". in this text of Michael we find the bare hydraulics of 'process', 'machine', 'obsidian tidality' and hacked emotions. " hollow blood to erupt throughout -- spasm vicious slash across the gait of in-dreaming ever of wreckless compress of skeletal oxide ".

these texts may resist against reading. then it is rather an 'experiencing'. the book is sliced with intruigueing illustrations by David M. Mitchell, who is also instrumental in the publishmachine that facilitated this book: 'Oneiros Books' in collaboration with the 'Black Worm Media Kollektive'. his illustrations have a kind of resemblance with some of Bas's. maybe thats why I find them rather acute and outerdimensionally. then now comes the moment to cite extensively out of Michaels book, otherwise you'll never sense the change his book really incorporates. "broken it opulent / else as of which reclamation of unto in lack of distill rip to shreds to shadow lock of night irredempt colourless thankless space a blockade yet no nothing of that what as if to whisper traces no speech no all forgotten mimicry of some vague distillate no no longer wishes to a foreign absence of sound lack in all its cannot lapse light leapt closure no/ of wound bled out of tidal weight collapse deft breath devour no hope in hell grace as if to ever no nothing there a hand that clasps eternal as one is not second to go is first flog of some lack what over then of some accord all spoke once more there goes it tidal no yet given to speech reclaim in laughter of some hung light far afar that never of where once to be or other than as of have of it yet what yet of waste ground where now in closure of what given to beckon of as if to speak all days done for haven no what of till colourless maxity stray says no yet of what origin bulk of which weighted what of till tidal as forgotten nothing of see another there appear to be hours without wonder a drift of cloud across pupils long absent of skyline all what sung as if to know barrage of silence bone deep sever an absent frenzy of night & all that it obliterate ". this is language hunting itself. we can establish that it is nice to read the words as the words and throw all expectancies overboard. just also think of those last two years and what vomit and inpredictability, endless streaming of journalist chiffres and halfconclusive texts were spoken to us only: I wasn't listening. if there is similarity between those contoured morphologies there is, yet in Michaels case it is also critique and not only restrictively so. think of the laTrumpes' blahblah. than MMA's book is rather critique and has a metaposition, poetry, prose and philosophy and....DADA. here we also find the malcited Derrida, but then with his malcitation as true: "Critics of Derrida have been often accused of having mistranslated the phrase in French to suggest he had written "Il n'y a rien en dehors du texte" ("There is nothing outside the text") and of having widely disseminated this translation to make it appear that Derrida is suggesting that nothing exists but words. Derrida once explained that this assertion "which for some has become a sort of slogan, in general so badly understood, of deconstruction [...] means nothing else: there is nothing outside context. In this form, which says exactly the same thing, the formula would doubtless have been less shocking." ." I hold steadfast to the 'misinterpretation' because I feel that we: the 'post-post writers, the antiPoets, the EndtimeWriters, celebrate this Wortsalat. it is the same as with Beuys as he says: 'Jetzt brechen wir den Scheiße ab'. so we do not upheld anything. that there is the paradox of needing a book to express just that, that is something already Adorno and Horkheimer tackled in the Critical Theory. Index Falsii, the totality is wrong. 'the big works of art are waiting', after Auschwitz. so it is no surprise to find in Michaels book concepts of Place, Time, Space, Absence, Repetition, Sense, Tidality and with great majority these concepts are now GONE. "where to recoil breakage no what term of dislodge collapse shudder shatter wordless soundless broke never answer tidal atrophic lapse what long & all what sung from derelict absolve lack of intake desire for once that never other ever than obsolete devour colourless in laughter of which a collision bathe in black waters closed shores where flesh abides all fallen forage no all forage fallen nothing to remark upon lapse all to having in dread of hour upspoke forgotten of in of else some distance none no there what of once never as what yes or no cyclic as solace ever in what else of which given to recoil where once was haven of disclosure never of yet of where once all spoken no yet yes as bleed it all from severance severed to bone ". then detritus, debris, accretion of coral and marine nanoplastics, are more described than (not) nessecarily supportive of antroposcenic hyperurbanities. we can thus find 'unforgotten forgotten' right next to each other, as such excluding false positivisms. "tasteless as before expound of bleak white waters to caress where to unto unforgotten forgotten ever from emblems stretch of from beyond of where sudden to downpour once distance forage in an elect of skull sudden to avaricious nothing of which what matter as if to convey it where ever so spoken was of once as if to burn in black light worship of as if to travail see dim from which in ever less what as flux of breakage point skull shadow shale of lapse unto as if to graven nothing of until devour by". not in, not out, not alive, not dead, death unnamed but a wrap. then the syntax isn't also safe: "till obsolete haven of null void misspelled from outset lapse ". Michael also said that they left 'glued words' in. I love it all. here still a meta remark: "as all flesh subside a birth a step a vantage point ", this is kind of programmatic observation of putrefaction yet also a choreography of seriegraphic cartographies. fading as affirmation. we're now also not reading anymore, from Plaza to Plaza, the reader = the writer. we meet an exoticism as intimism: "…was the taxed parameter of skyline breath of once intake exhale in foreign drag of corpsal light through the vacancy of ever known forgotten in an instanced breath haven of what which spill of the drag what purpose final as composure stillness of eye & out of which what fallen shards of frozen meat in cavalcade redress wild edge of night to embrace as abattoir silences ". an energy as entropy. I see that I have to clip my haute review somewhat, otherwise we have another thick booque. essentialism as it now is circumvirates Michael thusly: "the else of essence spectral". as if aside Michael defines litterature, linguistics, language as mass. Michael writes in a pulsative, eruptive, an inintermittent stream of language unbewillst and poetically threatening to throw up meaning through holes in the textist waves. an endless open stream of words, here more adhering to eventual quasi-meaning while there a hauntingly icing against any pop-up boutique of meaning. (meaning was always overrated.) now we see in his language nanoparticles, molecularisation, multiplicities, dissipation of corpuscules. "silenced nocturnes of corpsal devour what edge from which to follow thankless chance : insectal crawl through fleshed night capacity : lack to : haven spell : danse of one thousand fragments unlimited expansion whereof in kaleidoscope is to shatter of in pupil gaze where sound dies down : fingers that reach for nothing of given to wilt to recoil to dissipate in bodily time : excess of bloom where to breathe of is the lightless passage through one sequence never of before ". here we have the veritable tanatography, teratomatosis. "this is nothing" Michael deadpans. "a useless whore of unspeak of soundless restless blind a dance of whispering winds caress the skyline’s promise no it remains unseen untenable ". 'whore' here not misogynistic, a torchname radiation, all the previous and thereafter; "of unspeak". it is precisely articulating her possibilty of many speeches, of speach and spurs. I will end my review (while there was a lot more in it,because I wanted to cite at least one page of Michaels staccato onslaught of language, words, lexicology, the instance of the reader, the attick corner of the writer). "elected to this a broke stone tragedy of cards cast no await of dawning into to become of some never having been or otherwise decide it otherwise decision nullfeeding frenzy of hyenic final laughter as if to mock what tread is of nor other claim or no what from/ why from distance no rooted to given to speech declaration a bloodless night collapsed into of which until tidal opulence of blood come to shores of till dread of which haven lack all shadowing devour colours of which of absence tidal oceanic spillage of breath where to embalm is to nothing ever waste wounds terse where to closure space lack of definition one singular edge to caress a razor silence all at once unsaid to drift whereby cold drift of broken amulets seeketh from as night impenetrable bite downcrest to fall upon where to shiv is to breathe spectral as given in shadow timescale of desert clime absent ofsky no linger taste of ashen promise where of in now of which flat-lined eyes that seek to utterance collect lime quarry of searing membrane a shattered glass pane of transparency inept as ever once of other than cold weight to lack other of through which dispel seeketh solace drought of echoings traces burnt to dust…as if to/ all but once never favour of adrift skull compress a sequence of riddled flesh meat to tear throughout…cauterize of once cannot neither of in final as seeks semblance to taste nothing of being-in emptily drag of pelt across absent landscape stone clad as burning of where flesh to be is sickness of where to nullity bankrupt veins a/ motion lack of absenteeism where to having birthed once in absentia in reek of blood’s tidecalls cards they are spent as rotting..."

54

"orchids adrift in some foreign breeze settling in distance obsolete breathed to un-sky trace of lock-a adrift speechless as of once ever of some shadowing collects in din refusal echo to trace reverberate of skyline sieved by fingers cold dust of voidal exigency of bereft light end till none lapse of throughout a shimmering of halo tread of limb warped colourings bite in darkness overture vault to breathe of effortless to crush in thin lights subtlety of blade to caress in fleshed abandon eye see eye sees once or other a scattering of embers in shit breathless of to burn of it a knock a silhouettesilence bleeding out where once was of sustained as of in which till of what of in or less than as nothing of obscure distance no longing for to burn as of blackened meat dissolve spasm tread throughout gild of absent razor slash eviscerate to the hilt of ash an evacuation of piss of shit-stained dusty sheets blood to lack as of some colourization as limbs once foraged die down in listless slaughter mock of stitch of some reclamation taste of desire in haven of where to flesh is to absolve is to breakage subtle cold light as if in which of uttered blank space a point of light to fade as a pupil’s invertinter-spasm of line drawn white chalk through spacial lack of definition a mercury of shimmer bleed dredge of in nor of a gouge of mouth stretched before unknown clad in pelt of nothing ever rind of breath scarred without longing for to settled within of spoken unto where none of being is of else in dreamt of spoken of what shiv to trace throughout where to of abode blackened sun light absence of sky corrected if yes or of breath shredded of purpose other than through"

55

I have remarked this before, but we're near Linneaus, the Linnean 'listing' of all plants. if often the connecting words are gone we get a new sensorial KGB CIA MOSSAD texting module. it is inescapable. if Michael summarizes: "extract broken terse obsolete words prayers ". theology without theology. I'll have to leave it at that, not because cursing is Verboten but I shall not leave before I have given this lemmatum of absolute admiration and the testimony of Michaels substantial geniality

Sample #3 from 'nothing ever'

 

(-/+)

…in asphyxiate of terminal edge cold dredge from it commence taste of bitter ashen of broken lights collapse into given tremor forgotten bled from once sensed till foreign trace of shit upon meat no longer forage for in or of inactivity silence as ever as drag hence taken as before from out of reach given to redeem lack lapse of all once saying now none ocular roving colours simulacrum visage trace of distance lack where to have is to dissolve landscape nothing absent breath as all what fallen ever of some nothing once sought finality of excursion as if there ever given to unto as if to never once lapse in thin light scars to cast to flame of which what or other of forever night from which to null & voidal collision into passage from flesh to liquid traces swarm lack to caress taken from what speech dies down it to of which nothing of what better of excursion into lapse longing echo-faint as blood to raw absent shadow cold silence as of butcher’s blade nothing to feel for no nothing there in shades of crimson night forage follow breakage of neither to speak of cast aside as of debris scattered words upon barren earth tones of which that clamour for half-light birthed from breakage point of haven merely an end in sight it cannot be advance where to sculpt of night cuts shadows upon bare fleshed desired of spit of broken laughter to terse nothing of it what claims to behold through shattered glass pane secrets to set to light in voidal incapacitate whereof in lung set to light cancer flowerings gather in denuded eyes till dress what dawn in rags of disappearance claimed from hence it bleeds unto throughout in or of silence tangent nothing of to broke is to stun dark haven night where all is lapse lack of some design long forgotten an outset of long distance throughout where fury pageantry closes its fingers as if to choke noose pilgrimage of scattered petals of frozen blood upon rind of snow long distance absent of presence of  upon confetti of lack upon nothing ever was from outset yet belonging to from commence of it silence in ever of in wishing to be no more than was in silentium of outset forage for dead tides burnt blossoms colourless appeal where once naught is to be in other than what realm soundings upon where to of no morrow absent of till speech dies down nothing of where else is to follow meat gouged out empty skeleton carcass syllabus design as if from having in nor of close of wound wound’s outcry is to be in of what matter foreign sun no matter fingers to reach for as lens fades to erased nothing to then of in throughout where to of is no matter hence all is dead as final black tar to ever know of it in closure of what lung’s desire for cessation all yet nothing for taken of/ of/ upon/ light to rot as of in throughout to trace where to have neither of nor either if shaft closes in mind as all what all that once was soundless echoing in blind space in cataract design where all dies down elixir tidal of motion lack taken from dischase given to electrical fury a kiss of cold stone artery dressage of fallen sky upon where flail upon flail is to elected to burn blackened as pares away throughout cold solace absent reaching for of some nothing of in void dissolve spills blood of vocal eye never of throughout to reclaim what matter of some wishbone trilogy absent longing for it all done for says of it in or of in final echoing from future tense as tears to brim in eyes that have forgotten hands dead by sides of it to never have ever once neither of some reclaim colourless appeal psychotic winds caress where to fleshed is fleshed merely sickness of to thrash in shattered membrane terror at/ at pitch bleak haven asked of no not a nor of nor else nothing of which to lay claims upon salt in wound of headless attrition another pulse another escapade of bedamned lights in an escapade of shit where only of it to be redeem of solace nocturne closes it hyenic flows freely what hence till known silent as was came it alongside nothing of matter sheen reflect in mirrors of bite eyes to burn of throughout where once was little as before demarcation in silence carved upon reveals some flesh some meat some blood where haven dispel is to nor of in that which cannot nothing where locks in of which where once a colourless apathetic broken as of stone to divide nothing ever for tomorrow ash in veins ever as before till of in else breathed as of sky’s pelt given as was once till taketh away all locked to echo’s dim forgotte(n) seal of eye there another here another in vacuum chamber undefined ever to of nor naught reclamation distance of which till close of hour slashed through given to expire nothing of it of in what else to follow in drench accord close of hour to sever once again it long dead as of ever said once then thrice distant all as nails dug into flesh to grip to vulture tearing as all in weightless flow of eviscerate of nothing where to of closes wound drag of heels throughout as if to in an obscure end of flight what locked to meat long shadow fallen to nor if in out of fury pageant closes burns of ending in an effortless disregard where to strip from lock of eye trace of electric pulse not a till burn what of there is no trace of want for better excursion taken by maggots what they are not nor of which all what gripped throughout a vellum parchment drags alongside where to dense weight lightless abort all sung for some stretch of spe/cial never to be defined as floweth counter-throw taken by non-sight unspoken hours to claim whereof till bitter pips spat out in gait of unrefined stone decree all solace never once breaking from hilt till shattered glass overtures made to unto if at all nothing more never of whereby what of cold light to rot & ultimate disintegration spill of innards a throat slashed ever of to/ not a word not a trace where spoken by is of some corrupt blind effigy whispers in utter null what or if no matter of it till close of wounds for some syllabus reflect given to distance no nothing ever was taken from what given as trace alongside closeth no contract breathless harvest collapsed into as dreamt of less than of through gutter tread whereof till obsolete a scrag of excrement of nothing child’s toys broken as of which as neither remark upon cold shadow of eyes upon through silver haze unto nothing claimed from nothing to reclaim through silent winds terse as blood is stubborn until bloodless final mock of itch stitch of redeem throughout what spectral desire to final weightless sung as of for neither of/ in drag of caress of absenteeism & all that what once never of throughout attrition wastage tidal ablaze as if to echo of it fades out null void & silent gathering of winds to collect ashen footprints observe of eye alone neither of remark given to trace throughout some dense or other fragrance ever of as spells it all out in a mock lung traipse gilded light eviscerated by final listless ever of some nullity factor of breath dim quantify of light that emanate from stitch of wound to burn of it fade of out of view utter utterance of tidal remark neither of whereby unto foreign as of exile breathless devour of entity knocked from ‘sunderstray till vault closed fist a transparency devour of which till nocturnus breath all colours to meld before as of flesh to disappearance nothing less than collision breathe where to of what matter given taken from till dislodge of silenced silenteeism reduct as if to/ cold shadow of tread where no structure to of which redeemed in lack of blood throughout breath emblems nothing as before where to warp of sheen cast before as kicked of shit veritable knock upon all said what longing for never having been yet other of throughout where to motion throughout distance trace eye alone & a bitten of throughout whereby no place for it in or of what matter close of wound to acclaim sung aloft from indescribable lock of stone closure what realm of which where to be is of nil & ever flames of which gathering in the pelt of sky alongside trace of lapse of none spoken haven to destroy as if it kicked up dirt a frenzy a reek of  birthed from out of which ever as before neither of nor passage of amputee of caress through ghost-limb tongue some savage desire for utterance yet cannot in a pageant fury of which all what lapse of which into of given eclipt as echoing to leak from every porous exclamation turning aside or of flies upon bloody waste pass through given fleshed disaster colourless appeal yet rank with silences a gaping mouth a solace of mesh through which bile escapes ever of through which some collapse of/ a skinning pit of never of where to rock some cradle of a graven thought to opiate sleep is in neither of nor breathe eye seeks to settle never as before as fixed of gaze upon where sky is of abortive wound of sun as of/ flies brushed aside no matter as if from ever dissipation of collapse into frozen yet of ever of longing to weep from whispers language of forgotte where to by what else of fade of out listless desire close of nothing ever of where to lock is of to ashore knocked upon where to vertebrae sickness of to dredge frozen wastage of night glorious paralysis of dust fury pageant of marrow ablaze until it final ever extinguish of eye of body vocal edge neither of some lacerate through whispers dead tones collect of blood beneath butcher’s fingernails echoing laughter of some damned reclamation in dim forgotte(n) silenced of in allwhile other than process of reclamation bile to cast upon shit-deliverance of through skin’s absorption little what of in a wastage of unsaid knocked asunder stray breath(en) flux turned to whisper warped womb of white heat sarcophagus of froze white tears ashen promise of all of forgotten ever of what traced before through warmth or otherwise lack lapse given focus of intent upon where to of is to fragrance of elected to this a broke stone tragedy of cards cast no await of dawning into to become of some never having been or otherwise decide it otherwise decision null feeding frenzy of hyenic final laughter as if to mock what tread is of nor other claim or no what from/ why from distance no rooted to given to speech declaration a bloodless night collapsed into of which until tidal opulence of blood come to shores of till dread of which haven lack all shadowing devour colours of which of absence tidal oceanic spillage of breath where to embalm is to nothing ever waste wounds terse where to closure space lack of definition one singular edge to caress a razor silence all at once unsaid to drift whereby cold drift of broken amulets seeketh from as night impenetrable bite down crest to fall upon where to shiv is to breathe spectral as given in shadow timescale of desert clime absent of sky no linger taste of ashen promise where of in now of which flat-lined eyes that seek to utterance collect lime quarry of searing membrane a shattered glass pane of transparency inept as ever once of other than cold weight to lack other of through which dispel seeketh solace drought of echoings traces burnt to dust…as if to/ all but once never favour of adrift skull compress a sequence of riddled flesh meat to tear throughout… cauterize of once cannot neither of in final as seeks semblance to taste nothing of being-in emptily drag of pelt across absent landscape stone clad as burning of where flesh to be is sickness of where to nullity bankrupt veins a/ motion lack of absenteeism where to having birthed once in absentia in reek of blood’s tide calls cards they are spent as rotting orchids adrift in some foreign breeze settling in distance obsolete breathed to un-sky trace of lock-a adrift speechless as of once ever of some shadowing collects in din refusal echo to trace reverberate of skyline sieved by fingers cold dust of voidal exigency of bereft light end till none lapse of throughout a shimmering of halo tread of limb warped colourings bite in darkness overture vault to breathe of effortless to crush in thin lights subtlety of blade to caress in fleshed abandon eye see eye sees once or other a scattering of embers in shit breathless of to burn of it a knock a silhouette silence bleeding out where once was of sustained as of in which till of what of in or less than as nothing of obscure distance no longing for to burn as of blackened meat dissolve spasm tread throughout gild of absent razor slash eviscerate to the hilt of ash an evacuation of piss of shit-stained dusty sheets blood to lack as of some colourization as limbs once foraged die down in listless slaughter mock of stitch of some reclamation taste of desire in haven of where to flesh is to absolve is to breakage subtle cold light as if in which of uttered blank space a point of light to fade as a pupil’s invert inter-spasm of line drawn white chalk through spacial lack of definition a mercury of shimmer bleed dredge of in nor of a gouge of mouth stretched before unknown clad in pelt of nothing ever rind of breath scarred without longing for to settled within of spoken unto where none of being is of else in dreamt of spoken of what shiv to trace throughout where to of abode blackened sun light absence of sky corrected if yes or of breath shredded of purpose other than through as in tint of blood electric carcass eye of genuflect buggered from outset laughter echo-long spattered shit across defunct walls a syringe breath of nails in meat stripped to warped light escape of essence no collision memory amphetamine vibrate of steel cuts to bone of eyes ablaze a solace realm of rupture lights peels away skin of breathless opulence to reveal the pulsate of meat of sarcophagus entwine spits realms from none given to abort where freely of is burn nothing of in that nor otherwise adept of in or of in of call of cards dense meat & absenteeism in a fury pageant locked to the once dead algorithm/ silence all of in as of where to embrace is to shock preference of being in/ marrow discharge of excrement in veins bound tight till collision shadowing what of hyenic as of bled in vibrate thrash of mercury of bloodless silver clasp in specious recollect as words climb to veritable heights neither of reduced to silenced realm of discharge echo echo heave from out of which psychosis film upon membrane of silt of breath of some never recorded utter reflex tide of spilled cull of cum shit blood & piss throughout where to be is fall silent dead shadowing streaks of sky of endless night birthed from fingers made to rust made to burn of it in pale light dim as before it mirror mirror of before in which to view some detract silenced dead as a lie spill of fuck it hands dead foreign kisses tread what will from outset nothing of some ever-was of some restless bite arbitrarily bled slashed wrists of no purpose dead traces furtive to blossom ever as until final rot scars undone in a reckless of what meat what solace burns through black heat vibrate of one or other unknown walls dissipated merely open space of reclamation silenced through silenteeism drags out some kick & shit veritable where to breathe is to spoken of all vagrant desire for…special to be within as speech dies down in a glint/ tint of titanium all colours fed to machination of machine of colourless traces before which some simulacrum presence of no design clear cut wings of breath eye alone it transfers through silenteeism pageant in a foliage of spent blood of distances no longer process as if from drag it hilt in a vicious detriment elected to nothing breathless piss upon an open wound till dredge what closure tongue ripped from a gait of powder-white bone white drag of terse obsidian flower death severance to call out into where echo of to be is never answered of clasp-knife wishbone cut of some breeze to descend upon as if it had never throughout mocking of striation of breathless ripped from a castration of tongue ripped from some banquet of fury unobtained to offer…false solace of breathe of pulse blood fathom collecting of in or of where scum divide a-bask lightless realm of spacious invigorate silver diabolo & a reek of silence in all as of in never ever dense as if to say that collision trace of specious collide where to as of is to final picking scrags of meat from shadow lungs of fingernails bitten down to a wick of final bloody absence...

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Available from Veer Books, 'Till Claimed', a poetry chapbook...

Now available from Veer Books (U.K), my poetry chapbook, "Till Claimed"). Samples from the book can be found here £6/ 50pp/ Matte Cover/ Artwork by me from 2003 oil on canvas/ Introduction by Aad de Gids...

Further pieces from 'Code #4 Texts' -- Aad de Gids & Michael Mc Aloran (2014)

17...recoil step trace/ trace non-step/ recount can one/ the eye‟s recount roving in the X. of/ meld till trace of what has yet/ before having come from none/ not knowing of the how many or/ taken yes no or of the/ claimed claim a desire for breath/ non-speech/ nothing left of what what matter/ yet still/ still the grind of lack/ exhale what for as if to/ or/ still no recoil no not a trace/ recount of X./ how many yet the steps unclaimed/ to claim no/ eye spies with the little left/ some substance or other/ knock knock there goes the light of the once hereafter/ lock trace/ recount/ nothing none of it/ no nothing more of it/ until again/ not having moved yet having/ all the while/ recount can one/ am or of the is or eye/ split/ spillage/ what laughter else of the hereafter/ having claimed/ no nothing/ X./ parameter/ a sky streaked with excrement/ doused the lack till fill/ recoil yes or none of the above what matter/ non-speech no never once more/ in-dreaming of the never uttered/ yet still the ever-final grind of emptily/ once more until lessened/ claimed not claimed as far as the eye can/ see-saw/ oceanic swell of tears having forgotten one‟s place/ as if to gift the nothing of/ recoil step trace/ not knowing of the how many left/ it matters not yes it matters like pissing on gardenias/ final clamour X./ night spillage/ day‟s light/ perhaps some other eradicate/ bone times none in the algebra of silences/ whispers of the trace/ not a stitch/ cease/ claimed claim a desire for breath/ in the absence of breathe/ defined by/ spoken of what whispers/ nothing anymore/ paring away yes one pares/ the eye‟s recoil is perhaps September it matters not a fuck/ X. or no/ a bound reach/ skin the/ an abound of reaching skin the cat out of the bag no not a trace/ knock knock there goes the light again what matter/ on and off/ a pulse almost/ no/ some substance or other here comes the blood rising in the parched throat/ some distance to trace/ as if to/ recoil step trace/ as if to say/ non-speech is best/ ever clear/ not having moved yet having/ inhale what for as if to/ claimed or unclaimed/ spattered/ some substance or other/ ten times none in the arithmetic of nothing/ in syllable of/ nocturne blind yet in what fashion/ bled dry as of departure yet nothing has/ this is the station of/ recoil of X./ it marks the spot/ ( a naked eye pares away the night‟s sky bind away of all significance or shadow/ gesture hurling out the blind light of the exhume till splice cut close the flesh‟s silently…)…[54] times [17] will be a nonsig-nificant determinant towards claustrologicism and phobic calculatorism where X stands for a vector within a nonroom of indeterminacy still. "a pulse almost/ no/ some substance or other here comes the blood rising in the parched throat/ some distance to trace/ as if to/ recoil step trace/ as if to say/ non-speech is best", X also a shifting feature each time an obtrusively illustration of possible blockage yet rather the sketchy microtraceology of a mosaicing tableau forever gliding absorbant matter of exorbitance signifying nothing. heed the world in its poker-chambers dig the earth until its granular soul unhidden lays bare an ore of aired ochre shubewise unearthed the granite holes fracked. here we're already vanished or,ore,here the reminesce of this mythic pancontinent monotectonic paragaea with the great dead center an endless desert the size of our big ocean the silence of what never heard was these nonantropocene stretches of uncoordinated magnetism and needless as evident disdirection. the X marker each time of arrival again of what then was unto these new massive geodesics chemified earth this short phase of putrid antropology disappeared already forgotten almost before it hadtet begun. the grace the contingently sprawled out patches of postvegetation as seen by the restanimals now clotted in arcane vacuoles in almost residual antitheatre moaning and migrating to newer grounds unseen and nonscientific strict for ages to come the meteorology and protopostpaleology like mists falling over neopresence and pasts postcataclysmic hyperevents unseen. the world a place of desolation destitution after the halfly halted unstoppable entropic spasms laying bare almost the magnetic grid and its irreciprocal deaf shiftings and disheveled patterns seemingly following more solar regimens than the inner fireiron amendments. we're long gone now having become one of the Xes a calibrative moment on the rim of the ruler of time hovering inbetween unseen stardust and what forgotten is. flagghelative flash within an unruly cosmic ocean not exclusively of hydrogendioxide and black seasnow in drafts of black treads endlessly sinking,that,as also less directive and imaginistic in unheimlichen voltage nettings webbing around hijacking a possible future bereft of all probabilistics just numbed out floating in insignificant etherspheres seeking nothing nevermore the vanishings.

18...“Abode where lost bodies roam each searching for its lost one…”

…string dangles as of gallows/ noose/ snap shot pull/ light absent/ exhume of dark/ non-flesh of gathered of/ (breathes)/ nothing but/ out reach of/ stench retch/ bile of some disclosed obstruct/ vomiting in dry silences/ snap shot pull/ having searched/ light again/ shear of carcass kisses to the eye socket/ bleeding of/ strangled air of closure headless as if to ask/ string dangles/ silence either way/ a dead scream of echoing teeth/ clear no/ snap shot pull/ exhume of dark/ pulse yes or no/ irreplaceable sickness/ blind as if to murmur through a brail of frenzy/ nothing but/ viewed by none/ removal as/ (exhales)/ a sneer cut from the cut of flesh/ raw meat flowerings/ string dangles in the dark/ perhaps the static/ hence/ showering abasement/ drift of lack/ snapshot clear/ ever-night/ balm of/ light what light a cadaver‟s silence in/ vibrating yet/ in horror of/ asks what none blind light of see/ pulsating all the while/ extravagant/ shadow yes or no as if to bind by the or of it/ (breathes)/ walls of shit/ blind cum/ blood/an asking of/ echoing piss of laughter/ give or take a spillage of/ syringe of night/ the razor clarity of mutilation/ string dangles as of noose/ (exhales)/ snapshot pull/ flash and then undone/ bowel collapse/ the pulse‟s momentary collapse/ lays down stands up again/ not a step/ bound by the snap of shot of light of/ until static again/ laughter again/ echoing out from out of/ utter dark all the same/ what trace to follow/ bitter snap dark of shot else/ marked by the/ opulent as death/ in utter dark of glimmer naught/ none of which till absence of/ silence erased in the chamber of eye's forgotten/ momentary/ a trace of carcass and the blind sight horror of/ embrace/ step forth no not steps to take/ paralysis all/ as of…/ snap shot pull once again/ once more of the blind circumference of/ steps forth in light of disregard/ impress of/ gauge/ nothing but yet stillness arc of the benign stepping forth in the/ (breathes)/ raw meat blossoming out of the cage of rib what of it/ no end in that or of/ distant lights/ pace pace no flowering head of/ till illuminatum of scream slashing out in to the light what light or of/ ever the distance/ sinew yes and the bone exposed/ the shadow of which having fallen finally/ snap shot pull/ utter dark…[49] where the relevance of bacon shall always be a disrespect for the own medium a punkesthetics really to,not revel in or in modii autosycophant swimming in endless cycles of selfpornography yet with either large knifings or red over black and black over red brushings redefine the endproduce timely,a painting,of what it is this neoplague of the twentyfirst and what it is a "denotation",a downward notation much like the solely transscriptions of medieval monks and the fixxed iconology of the hinduist pantheon or buddhist figures and taoist watercolours of cherryblossoms ad nauseam yet,a very defined and nowhere flattered image of "world" "world" "world". the daily dairy produce will however rather be that of "war" "war",the depiction, downward directed imag-ination of these "worlds in war",ever so charred so visceral graphic mauled dismembered where precisely the crassness of this beholds mirrorings of a turmoilworld,an endworld, world which even can loose itself in cinematic vaudeville of unforseen childrens' gamemovements of "triple jump" the world presenting itself in pornoramas of erratic advertisement terrorismsequencings and variative billboardover bearingcrypsis the world no place anymore as with the zoovegetative vanishings slowly and gradually, documented and quantified the antropocene will dwindle and disappear at last too. there is an automutulative trace of events ad hoc and serially informing the machinistics of these last sociuses under the guide of "improvement" and "progression" and "completion" working from the outside in and from within out,as robert kennedy wrote in "the enemy within",a kind of entropy mercurializing our selfbloating and selfaggrandizing environments made to measure of an all-encompassing fatal-futile,radical-ridicule,economist-ecologist,historic hysteric hyper-machine of antsociety on steroids not aimed for littler worth or honorary heritage just speeding ahead towards a hieronymus bosch filled world of dragons demons and draculas,with straight faced conservatists santorums and pinstriped suited upfucks with sleek merchandizing snaketalk,as brilliantly imagined in the paintings of both bosch and bacon and now we have now and their psychotic prophecies seemed to have gained a weighty evidentiality. 

20...

„I abandon myself to peace, to the point of annihilation…‟

--Georges Bataille

…exigency of/ as if to snuff the shadow‟s reclamation/ dense ruthless blinded to the point of tears/ a head cupped in skin-stripped fingertips/ blossoming from out of the blood what nocturne given less or less of it/ ashen as/ split the writs or of in reclamation/ the centre cannot hold/ (in-breathe of shadow‟s claim)/ the night‟s miscarried lung aches of the solvent disregard of the teeth/ as if to say of it what speech as if to say of it died down till reverberate of echo‟s retract of disappearance/ in collide it seeks the outwardly of some solace of/ closer to death yet further than/ like the locked spinal affluence of some stun approximation/ says no the text it does not matter/ it rests easily upon the sliced the eyeball sliced across indefatigable image/ a restless coil of disharmony/ where the word is jag/ -ged/ spit ragged/ shard of/ dense black of/ tatse-taste/ locked of what else to follow on from given no/ begin again/ given no/ as if to snuff the shadow‟s reclaim/ to the point of tears therein the echoes of what it may or may not be become/ dead waters/ emptied bottles strewn like bled lights across a dusty shelf/ or the discarded concentration of/ all melded together asking of the bridge that was never crossed and the love that was never lost of or or/ the centre has never held/ in or out of speech what a gift till claim/ something lessened as if to say/ to the point of annihilation wiping the bile and bloody vomit from the chest/ here one has passed/ idolatry/ snuff movie finger tips and the ice of some given bled or disregard as if it matters a fuck/ the cold sharp stamp of shadow biting into denuded flesh what matter/ it continues/ it is said/ it continues it is said/ having abandoned oneself to pieces/ to the point of utter inebriation/ regret locks the door and burns the waxen key/ what matter/ live or of the other and yet of what pace/ climbing/ as if the sky were attainable/ give or take a step or two/ this is a dead text it will not suffer itself it is riddled with the maggot of the pulse‟s aberrations/ it kicks up the bloody dusts up into its own face it kicks its own teeth in it does not matter to itself/ it is a barrage of none/ the easy jagged petals of what/ blinded of eye the eye sliced devoured this is no arithmetic/ or/ not a trace/ give or take a/ aching for the/ yes or no no call to choose/ to the point of peace/ to the point of annihilation/ devouring one‟s own fingers alone in the dark… [55] 'das Bedürfnis,zu den Gräbern zu laufen und auf den Gräbern zu frieren wie ein Hund. '--Thomas Bernhard "the center has never held" "this is a dead text it will not suffer itself it is riddled with [the pulse of the faggot's] aberrations" acenters of hollywoodian nightlife whirring moaning roaring more,like a sheffield pittsburgh factory,an ijmuiden lille factory of ironore distribution cinematically falsified unto filmsets ironsatiated wests and easts and their "once upon a time",souths and norths,an endless nightlife in deserted santa monica-and beverly blvds yet with the debris,the afterset,the late shift still scuffling on normandie ave whereever the bars are open 24/7 the sleeze crackling forth like som  landcatched amoeba an acenter of dissociated members producing nonsignificant yet loud noise and non-descript pissbehavior for starlettes and pimps, hustlers and divas. even the tarset on laBrea never held so much layers of memory and intrigue,seedy under-ground and inimpenetrable vacuoles of furlined vaults and dead chimps,walls of max factor's facial cake and jose ebers dead lacquered hairbombs. the cities of angels and new highrises,european cities of metal eyes and over layered biblicisms,nineteenth century iron-welts and bolts extending earth toward an ever-changing sky,the cities then of movies and butch-eries,gambling lore and purification and consumption of gin unto korsakovian limit/s/lessnesses,the acenters of the cities then all splayed out on everchanging maps with covariative geodesic urbanoradiary discoordinates give the surfacial zone of life or the layer of mould we form (horkheimer) temporary noneffable frozenness as techniqued in area 51 cryogenistic cryogenome labs of coma and stasis,crypsis and catatonia,the dynamic immobility (benjamins 'dialektik im stillstand') of which some asymptote representant of 'life doesn't live' (as cited by adorno) forms a forever incentive to keep searching for a neopostnihilisme éblouissante. max factor made up the waxen faces of hollywood the future executives masklike faces of modern time, nonstaring you in the eye bc "there is nobody there" and 'in his diaries Pinsent wrote about shopping for furniture with Wittgenstein in Cambridge when the latter was given rooms in Trinity; most of what they found in the stores was not minimalist enough for Wittgenstein's aesthetics: "I went and helped him interview a lot of furniture at various shops ... It was rather amusing: he is terribly fastidious and we led the shopman a frightful dance, Vittgenstein [sic] ejaculating "No—Beastly!" to 90 percent of what he shewed [archaic spelling] us!'. "Wovon man nicht sprechen kann, darüber muß man schweigen. What we cannot speak about we must pass over in silence." (W.)  

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