'drag waste haven' - Incunabula Media (excerpt)

 

… in the lapse lack burn of exigency ache of turn into of the shiv in one’s throat cut above a nothing echo of the call …

 

… dread cold weight expel to the hilt of haven a knock of blood to turn in the closed wound a nothing an ember colourless abandon the door slams shut in the night …

 

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… all spoken as if to collect in wry dream stylus breakage have of the have not known of the cold collect the breakage ache of tears that froze weight waters known no speech exert …

 

… all closed until of the bone weight of blood to collect an echo a dredge a speech impediment of grace sucking on the light as if to bereft a none an ember trace … 

 

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… a dead meat shadow & a butcher’s light till turn of in the fettered blood an asked of in closure dawn the walls vibrate I screams awakened in the ember lapse to beseech …

 

… cold worship hollow excrement of… breakage ocular… all spoken for in the lapse of return of through the catascopic churn of once weight a known nothing a searing edge in the night …

 

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… all as if unto of the reduct of weightless breakage solvent colourless wreckage exposure the bitten haven …

 

… as drag of haven as if once could & the lapse of hollow shells cracked expel of blood in half-light razor lapse cold reek a severance a wordless edge beyond …

 

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… what cold what matter the dreams that caress in haven drag of pitch-cold exposure to the dreaming else of which the sun’s echoing as it recedes to the lifeless quarry of extant …

 

… all breakage follow unto of the parry unto of the voidal teasement of desire an extent to which fucking avaricious slide into of the … 

 

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… all known to trace in phallic overtures of desire emblems of wastage the lapse into of the waters taken to of the reach the adream …

 

… all sudden as if to taken from till search all closed the record the dense haven of all known in a bitten lock of absence cold dust to know of the ascent …

 

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… all shadow’s drift through filter tidal exposure a collective lightless known in the breakage severance nothing of in the amber silences …

 

… all what echoed in the shut door slam it foreign drift of blood… tidal as of which to collide with in the null & echo of desire to drift oceanic burn in the cold light of spectral knowledge … 

 

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… dead underwaters corpse of exposure the wreckage avalanche of nothing in the turn close as if once could expectancy of resist …

 

… traipse of cold longing burn of in the throughout to the edge of void as if to redeem where nothing of in amber collision drift of once bled echoed of … 

 

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… hands that churn in blood light the exposure of waste unto in the absurd fade of …

 

… a throat gashed across the lapse of night into of the which ever to collects as teaming shoal of maggot speech & the collect of birthed blind emptily exposure tide …

 

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… squalor of the emblem skull the pit bitten circus weight of expectancy tidal as one should to the waters led unto the waters cannot drink it cannot …

 

… sudden as if to devour the cold wreckage of flayed breathe secrets to expel as if to say …

 

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 … dead white light of haven skin …

 

… night’s passage from once grin of through the barren teeth of edge as if to blood of the once a dream an expectancy a lapse of cold colours here of which echoing out into as if to churn weight recollect of …

available here

'in circuit colours' - (Incunabula Media)

 

'A haunting organic and erotic series of pieces of writing showing maybe a new direction for McAloran's work. The underlying spirit is still well in the cthonic realms of Artaud and Masson but the direction is more obviously affirming.' DM Mitchell

You can find it here:

https://incunabulamedia.com/michael-mcaloran

now available: 'stun dark hollow' (Incunabula 2026)

 

'...no there what of it once never as what it 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 sharp reek all sung as if it were nothing of which zone of which whereof till closure entity meat to unspoken of redeemed till lapse what forage weight of eye where breath once of whereof silence allwhile drag weight what of echo-echo what of what now in of where to be is to where none abounds parameter distance is shit in one’s shoes drag of it all have it all at a loss suffocate of entity breathless a room’s lack taste where in of which where eye is of forsaken all spoken for/ as of which/ breakage subtlety of/ for how

 silence of expel of intake of night it to elapse where to once what of elect to din of soundless echo echo nullity blank space tone dead lapse of eye until whereby of fallen shadow long vacant ever of closure of some nothing ever there in an absence of/ where to recoil breakage no what term of dislodge collapse shudder shatter wordless soundless broken never answer tidal atrophic lapse it of 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...'

a collaboration of text & image between DM Mitchell & I, available here

'in circling light' - Incunabula Media

 

"surface of silence. dead distance of in-tread. null of what till extent of breath of logger-held. known of in touch of echo trace. till renounce of colour too. till known what of in circling light. cleave of eye in an extend of word wind stretch. shadow-tone asks of in extend of dreamscape as of sun’s accord. " A palimpsest in words and images of the spectral dimensions of memory, desire and loss that overlays our everyday world.

'in circling light', a new collaborative work by DM Mitchell & Michael McAloran

Incunabula Media

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

 

The books, which are experiments in text & image are available via Incunabula Media