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...

4 sketches/ 2014/ artwork 2015/

#5

...in desolate of plane sublime/ outreach extended nullity of/ shadow’s tint and the collapse of being into/ sudden ash of breath till nothing else of there/ or/ haven drought and the emptied whisper/ the scarring of it/ erased the eye’s beseech caught in snare of traceless breathless foreign/ turns back the in-step into/ reclaimed in none rejecting the else what matter it will/ wills that the/ cessation/ pregnant with the abrupt sudden sharp shrill of purpose emptied/ the pulse rejecting the flesh of stone’s return/ iced laughter cannoning the spoken bleed/ as if to say/ that all that was as if to say/ that it/ collapse and the ungiven trace/ all strung together with the absenteeism as if to/ breathless asking/ nothing will come of it/ nothing else to be done about/ no/ this is the shit and this is the bind to it/ motion unto the absence of motion/ the betterment of absent hours that field the abrupt absence/ the final lapse of being/ having been for nothing and no-one else or of/ in lightless pageant/ unweaving between the one and the other of it/ the collapse of being into/ graven dice and the ocular rove of the eye closed to the without/ jack-knifing on the within...

#6...

...beneath an attribute of unseen sky/ the ever-flow redundant/collective none/ ache/ searing there held bitten as if to say of it undone reclamation never/ bone nights of forgotten lapse/ out-step of breath till breathe returning claim the speech once that ever never could/ blood’s light to task from headless barrage of gild/ the walls turn to dust/ the nullity of flesh as it breathes in a sarcophagus of conscious deliberation/ suicide upon the blade’s corrosive/ ever the pulse-meat of it/ as if to spite the blackened meat of none/ dry earth falling from a dehydrated tongue/ (it was there when left it to be/ drowned out the flame never once having been)/ the night screams yet is silence/ finds ever-resurgence in the outpouring response/ black light/ stripped there is of the belonging trace/no flesh for tomorrow there will be flesh for tomorrow there will be the pulse for.../ cradling the sickness in obsolete/ dry lack ingrained/ rub of salt into the wound what wound this/ blue black blue/ streaks across the sky of the unseen attribute/ design from lapse till else/ as if to/ futile as the womb’s chariot/ into this/ no longer/ the/ redeem long set to blaze...  

#7...

...an empty scarification of sound traces across the.../ silences unmoved by utterance/ the ever-return of the pulse to shear the trace from out of its belonging/ guttered by night in the empty actual unspoken reek of decaying words/ blood/ the unweaving pulse stretched before a meaningless sun/ shadows to bare but what of it/ dense as shit/ as coagulated breath/ night upon night there is no.../ not not a.../ foreign convulsive spasm of the murmuring beseech of/ knocking still/ a jocular response of nullity/ (there is no light to see them by)/ no flowers for the obsolete tongue/ ashen the perfumed light of words collected wilt upon the passage of breath of pulse given to/ cessation yes/ bound in/ blackened/ imprint/ impress of none that lacks intent/ night is endless yet/ still yet it will never retrace its steps/ in a delirium of acrid weave the unweaving given to placement/ dead space/ pulse all in a vertigo of non-space/ observing as if will were/ automatically cancelled out/ in the stepping apart from the step that was made/ broken glass/ untold design a snapped neck/ locked to yes/unlocked in the none/ intrinsically bound by delusion or obsolete/ and the in-between/ as if it/ were/ pulse’s motion in the realms of spat speech and worthless entities of breathing meat/stay down/ flourish in the receding flame that never was...

#8...

...ocular roving through corpse of/ blood’s recede/ tidal unto having passed beyond/ asking of till numb from oblivion tide in detritus lock/ shadowy nocturnes/ passage from rot till faculty recession/exhale of dead sun light abounding in a collective obsolete-absolve/ spoken nothing of/ none of/ echo-echo-falter/ trace of the remaining cadaver speech of/ dead silences given purposes/ till shine a light that does not/ steps once more/ all said there is/ nothing having ever there is/ in this/ of or of of this/ the crowded lung’s abound wilt like the death-flowering gardenia to become other than the origin sign/ breaks bone no broken bones/ to get it over with/ and.../ be/ what/ what of/ being what of/ as if to be were something of an ideal/ till dealt of/ by/ no not of the exist yet of the exist/search-lights tracing the shell of the skull’s interior/ all spoken for as ever yet the return to the denuded speech of it/ the pulse forcing the flesh into violent corners/ where all abounds like the fruits of nothing ever having been/other than/ through the ocular roving of spit upon a flame no not a trace/remaining/ what left/ of the now/ winds gathering to eradicate the of what and else and the breathing lung’s nudity of spasm/ as if to say/ no nothing in there turn from steep/ the on-step/ blank stone of eye peering out into unto/nothing more...

3 further sketches/ 2017/ artwork 2022

 …sky-pelt ever of until where grace of soundless fluctuates between the in-breathe of the instep azure collapse in vertigo colourings adrift what words for (the) other than the lack of (it) from out of meat to trace across cracked glass as if it were uttered silently expiration of in-stead relapse cold chase embers surmounting at (the) charred distance given unto where waste abounds shards of warped steel chase redempt the else of grit of teeth burning headless desire opening up some scar division ill-trace and (the) burning teeth of all cast to the dogs of famine’s echoing outwardly in no longer if nor ever opening up the silence cannot silenteeism in burning lapse from where once certain as shit in veins till earthly having never once…

…turning from out of step’s collapse into (the) nowhere left unto where of collision drift tread what will from exist’s disease what matter will oceanic climb climb climb through absent waters tidal of spilled blood and (the) anxious bloomage tilt of lack burning the socket deep spill of wind collectively devoured words as if to gift (the) night with pageantry slash-mark echoing of until where none what matter close the wound breaking apart the surface tense where lapse and wonderment obscure spit pomegranate silence through the culled throat of nothing ever having been from outset terse eye-recalls what then from when till dusk-white nothing whatsoever intrinsic as shit-smeared eyes culled by null cracked suffocate…

…all sung from outrospect where of the fractured (the) lights of catascopic coil of inwardly tread what once dead zone approximate a glint in the ever-null of eye’s lack lapse traces along (the) limits of (the) never having been cold flesh words of failure in-failure of all once known unknown parameters yet ever resurgent close the door the rest to follow throughout absent breathe of un-speak nowhere bound a hyena’s caress in-lack breaking through dam what held never once from mimicry till bleed or of devour colouring in what silence in collapse unto where of blank-a white sheet bloody traces staining the ever (the) the ever (the)…

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

Sketch 2017/ artwork 2021

…a-bask in skull what head exigent nullity spoken of as was before breaking apart dense light carving up the dawn disclosure expiration traceless given no taken nor taken given no echo-dim traces speech-dead recollect a-breathe in sickness scuttling throughout…

…passage lack lacking trace cold shadow of pelt wrung out voiceless after was in all no the persist of onward into nocturnes to behold ever the disclosure silent as what stun not a/ lack/ vocal tread throughout misgiving taken from what edge collapse sun dead foreign eye in a…

…all lapse till dense what held echo tremolo escapade shadow-bite in rip nothing gained nor taken from cold weight cast off breakage of bone skinned of flesh of never having never wishing to of ever-lung trace till unto desire lack close the wound it…

…yet the laughter of of the course for dead shadowings as if to say that was in or of what as if to close coloured it screams silently never once having paces the boundary until final never of in spoken of unspoken silent from the commence ever the outset…

…as all what once to the footstep taken upon moist earth sink sunk dead weight collision ever-in/ in/ mocking the body broken the burst dam of blood in the body broken circulating throughout mire’s outreaching fingers...

…breaking from fever sensed through wind abandonment closure of the sky folding in origami soundless breakage of faint light through a cracked sun leaking nothing more than was from outset words cascading into voidal nothing left ever onward unto what…

…the fevered tongue of jackal devouring in night close the door it will liquefy seek solace in headless abandon clasp the heart that leaks blind chalice the cup over-floweth distances non-distance all…

…as was/ desolate commence not a sound breaking the cold chamber where whittled purpose seeks solace throughout the blind air the skinned parameter of blood nestling in meat’s absurd-closed lightless pageantry ever unto where from it was said…

…it is taken from selective ashen drought from outset being nothing seeing less than other than throughout until what once once tread syllabus evacuating from dread mis-speech walls implode a shearing of fragrant a bone to pick away the scars that amass…

…and all along as if to final were once closed the fingers searching in drought’s pale elixir breaking apart the catacombs of having once where there never was sickness to dredge from some point of departure until until…

…until silenced beyond longing cold weight of distance coiling its way back in to choke-stone exigency nullity of devourment escapade none where lapse drinks of the wounds that trace hence unsaid never to be in cylinders of blind bitten struck out collapse unstepped not a bleeding out unto…

…endless of the spat once out from disclosure lack words dissipating of their never once in the hands that crumble also till dust departed flowers upon gutter’s tongue silences that gather in their transparent children mocking the anguish of settling shadows that never once…

…better then the garrote the cold tears the erasure of self-non-self in tragedia no motion unto waste a clear fragment cascading into blind weight lapse no directly striking the vein’s cold chalice where abort if blessed nullity taken from vocal echo-dim…

…the eye struck out erased not a solace in the irredeemable lack weightless psychosis gathering up the charred milk teeth of having once been solace of collision reckless flesh stripped away cold colours in blight stone abandonment taken as of given no not a…

…and of yet yes of the tread back inwardly from nothing clamour of sharded lights shattered the pulse of nocturne given to speech’s reclamation no nothing there in the faint light echoing veranda of skins shed flayed bone the tissue spent yet ever resurgent some fucking lie from outset solace not a trace nothing ever of...

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

text no. 9/ 2011/ artwork 2021

 

no. 9...breathe again, till sudden, cessation -no, gallowed by the fever of it, the drought of it, ask of it again, no, not known, all said/ begun, with what flourish it was held, step beyond, nothing there, never was, not the how nor the when or why, eviscerated it might be said, till what, how and ever, begin, stop/ start, cleft alone, wailing of the drifting shadows, no recourse, headless, alack, no, nothing, shape gestural or formless, ashen light, the half-scar of it, blinded still not known, no not ever, (retracing again), I’ll leave or I’ll stay…grasses knee high and the bone revealed through the wound like a slashed sneer, absence of tears, of course, dead now, hollow shun, hollow shunt of breaking lapse what from which the sneer, the hollow, the distance furthering, all said there was ever nothing, till what, what next, lapse and then…raking through the skull the fever like a talon light, no force, breaking still from what line, haven, and then from what foraging, stealing out of the silence, dread birthed like a still blue sky, and the cupped hands they cup fresh blood mixed with ash and a symphonium of the dead man’s advocacy, bloodless eyes reflected there, no thought, erased, time erased, knuckled to ransom, slice again, laughter again, collapsing spasm, breath again -breathe, cylindrical walls they rotate out of which the dead light shimmers, seeks to strike the marrow, I cannot, no, haven of flesh spilled foreign like a deserted shore, dreaming of the caress of the caress of the ocean to erase the footprints, else or not, stung, bitten kicked and punch drunk, not a word, not a murmur, stammering all the while, my dream my death my sun my pulse, the lay of the land, glide, glide, web spun, cloudust of…I’ll know I’ll not know, given the advance, working the flesh, always the same, never the same, spill the shit of dreaming, of ice, I vomit laughter lings, deft pageantries still-born in a heartless scope of atrophy, break once more and be done, I’ll go, breathe again, stammer and pulse and the mocking itch, the stitch womb of it, the burn, the scald, dead summers of waste and wanton, filling the bloodless eyes with light that was never wanted, not once, breath again -breathe, the less and less, ever erasing, with what ease, drifting, drifting from far unto I’ll leave or I’ll stay, no, not a maggot’s chance, stone in the eye’s reaching fathom, as if one were being transported yet never having left the dusts of that final room alone, cigarette smoke I-will greased, hissing upwardly, step non-step, stepping forth or back without an ounce, not a taste, licking dried blood from peeling painted walls, exiled by this way or that, roots to rend to fertile nothingness, well call cards, shimmer, shed the skin of the endless night, known for the never once breathed, breath -breathe again, no, stop/ cease, a mimicry this or that, call it being, spat out, the jugular severed, the swallowed tongue of ice, paralysed knowing, steam, lock-held, at the beginning of it, what less to know, pare away, (I’ll know), nowhere to from out of the searching dark, the hands cold, body in raptures, it begins, it ends, stop breathing…                      

'(in)sensate', now available

'(in)sensate', a book of poetic texts & paintings by me, now available here  With thanks to DM Mitchell for editing & design & to Paul Cushley for photographing the work...