Brian Patten

from My Own Mag #14

William S. Burroughs - urcollages

Several drawings by BRION GYSIN

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ANDRIY ANTONOVSKIY. INEDIT

from future handmade book.

Julius Evola

Hans Richter

Christian Schad

Guilherme de Santa-Rita

Helluva Trio

Avelino Araujo

Karl Kempton

in vain procrastination.

Nico Vassilakis - A tube of glass and fog. String moves.

A tube of glass and fog. String moves.

String gestures without repetition. Speed and unattainable language. Undulation for a second. Thousands of years ago, the string assigned the position of recognizable alphabet. We are far behind now, so much permutation of language possibility happens.

= = =

If there's anything left to say or write, it's notes and observations toward a future language event. That one place, a language retrieved from morphing, where alphabet is made of string in wind or atop fast water, where we have not been or been for awhile. The pulsating document unable to still is not a museum, cannot live held in place. I'm loathe to embrace the manifestos of the before time, as they were constant realignments to what will always be just ahead. Yes, language usage adjusts over time, but what I suggest is language that never repeats.

= = =

We are incapable, we cannot comply to a new paradigm without using old tools, and so are destined for failure. What are new tools? How will we know something before it's invented? What is this language doing to us? This new thing, it won't be revolutionary, it won't tamper or adjust or topple the existing norm, it will entirely replace and leave no trace of what came before. There will be no slow ramping up toward change, it will happen in a moment. Language will no longer be written or remembered, no stories told from one generation to another.

= = =

Perhaps they'll say, it was our desire to blend language and technology that brought on our demise. It started with the urge to document the said, the first time they merged. Of course, there'll be no way to say this thing I'm saying now, no words, no sequence of letters, nothing will be uttered or conveyed in recognizable forms.

= = =

Staring is a primitive liaison to the system of communication that's in store.

= = =

The brain wanted more and more immediate information about its external conditions, so it created the nervous system and all the senses. An accustomed fiction we all engage in - that could be what our senses are - only one way of doing things.

= = =

This was dreamt once, and only once, by the person who switched off this way of seeing and hearing language and enabled the new way to happen. Even the geological record of our previous existence is not in play.

= = =

We are an off planet language.

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Matt Margo - WHITE POEM

white was the zucchini and white was the zinfandel and white was the yeast and white was the xmas tree and white was the xenophobia and white was the xbox 360 and white was the xanax and white was the wrapping paper and white was the woman and white was the wine and white was the whiskey and white was the wedding cake and white was the vulture and white was the vinegar and white was the vegetarian chili and white was the vaginal discharge and white was the urine and white was the upright piano and white was the unicorn and white was the umbrella and white was the ukulele and white was the tyrant and white was the twin bed and white was the tv stand and white was the tuxedo and white was the trash and white was the tongue and white was the tie and white was the thick discharge and white was the tea and white was the syrup and white was the sweater and white was the sugar and white was the square and white was the space and white was the snot and white was the sky and white was the silk scarf and white was the shark and white was the sewing machine and white was the screen and white was the sand and white was the rum and white was the rose and white was the river and white was the rabbit and white was the queen and white was the pyramid and white was the pvc pipe and white was the pudding and white was the pt cruiser and white was the ps3 controller and white was the privilege and white was the pony and white was the pizza and white was the page and white was the oyster sauce and white was the owl and white was the ostrich feather and white was the onion and white was the oilcloth and white was the office furniture and white was the odorless discharge and white was the ocean and white was the oak and white was the nylon fabric and white was the nursery and white was the noise and white was the night and white was the nail polish and white was the mystery and white was the mushroom and white was the motor and white was the milky discharge and white was the mexican cheese dip and white was the man’s burden and white was the lotus and white was the llama and white was the lightning and white was the leather sofa and white was the lcd tv and white was the lasagna and white was the kush and white was the kryptonite and white was the kobe bryant jersey and white was the knight and white was the kkk robe and white was the kitchen table and white was the keyboard and white was the jumpsuit and white was the joke and white was the jewelry and white was the jazz and white was the ivory and white was the island and white was the iris and white was the iphone and white was the industry and white was the image and white was the illusion and white was the ignorance and white was the identity and white was the icing and white was the ibis and white was the hurricane and white was the hp laptop and white was the house and white was the heat and white was the hdmi cable and white was the gym towel and white was the guilt and white was the gravy and white was the gnocchi sauce and white was the glove and white was the girl mob and white was the ghost and white was the german shepherd and white was the gba and white was the gas and white was the fudge and white was the frosting and white was the forest and white was the flower farm and white was the fish and white was the fence and white was the face and white was the eyeliner and white was the extension cord and white was the ewok and white was the evening gown and white was the ethernet cable and white was the establishment and white was the eraser and white was the equipment and white was the epoxy paint and white was the enchilada sauce and white was the embroidery machine and white was the elephant and white was the egg yolk and white was the eel and white was the eclipse and white was the eagle and white was the dye and white was the dwarf and white was the dvd player and white was the duct tape and white was the ds lite and white was the dress and white was the dog and white was the dna and white was the dmt and white was the dinner jacket and white was the death and white was the daybed and white was the czechoslovakian wolfdog and white was the cyclone and white was the curtain and white was the creamy discharge and white was the collar and white was the clam sauce and white was the city and white was the chocolate and white was the cement and white was the cd player and white was the castle and white was the buffalo and white was the bread and white was the boy dropping sick beats and white was the bmw and white was the blank page and white was the bird and white was the bean dip and white was the bbq sauce and white was the background and white was the azalea and white was the avalanche and white was the aura and white was the ash and white was the artificial christmas tree and white was the aquarium sand and white was the apron and white was the american cheese and white was the almond bark and white was the akita puppy and white was the aisle and white was the afro and white was the aesthetic and white was the adderall and white was the acrylic sheet and white was the absence of color and white was the aalto vase

Baroness Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven

http://www.lib.umd.edu/dcr/collections/EvFL-class/v-machine/samples/browseindex.html

http://digital.lib.umd.edu/transition/

http://www.francisnaumann.com/ELSA/Elsa06.html

Baroness Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven

Jean-Michel Basquiat

OT BOOLO G... от,на, помилка устима помилка

Charles Mingus - 1964 pamphlet on toilet training your kitty.

ANONYMOUS - THE CULTURAL TERRORIST MANIFESTO

"Theses on the Cultural Revolution," by Guy Debord

The Last Words of Dutch Schultz

Statements made by Arthur Flegenheimer (alias "Dutch Schultz") in the Newark City Hospital on the above date between 4 P.M. and 6 P.M. the 24 of October 1935. From stenographic notes made by F.J. Long, Clerk-Stenographer, Newark Police Department. 

Ezra Pound. Vortex

The vortex is the point of maximum energy.         

It represents, in mechanics, the greatest efficiency.         

We use the words “greatest efficiency” in the precise sense—as they would be used in a text book of MECHANICS.         

You may think of man as that toward which perception moves. You may think of him as the TOY of circumstance, as the plastic substance RECEIVING impressions.         

OR you may think of him as DIRECTING a certain fluid force against circumstance, as CONCEIVING instead of merely observing and reflecting.

THE PRIMARY PIGMENT.

The vorticist relies on this alone; on the primary pigment of his art, nothing else.        

Every conception, every emotion presents itself to the vivid consciousness in some primary form.        

It is the picture that means a hundred poems, the music that means a hundred pictures, the most highly energized statement, the statement that has not yet SPENT itself it expression, but which is the most capable of expressing.

THE TURBINE.

All experience rushes into this vortex. All the energized past, all the past that is living and worthy to live. All MOMENTUM, which is the past bearing upon us, RACE, RACE-MEMORY, instinct charging the PLACID, NON-ENERGIZED FUTURE.      

The DESIGN of the future in the grip of the human vortex. All the past that is vital, all the past that is capable of living into the future, is pregnant in the vortex, NOW.      

Hedonism is the vacant place of a vortex, without force, deprived of past and of future, the vertex of a small spool or cone.         Futurism is the disgorging spray of a vortex with no drive behind it, DISPERSAL.     

EVERY CONCEPT, EVERY EMOTION PRESENTS ITSELF TO THE VIVID CONSCIOUSNESS IN SOME PRIMARY FORM. IT BELONGS TO THE ART OF THIS FORM. IF SOUND, TO MUSIC; IF FORMED WORDS, TO LITERATURE; THE IMAGE, TO POETRY; FORM, TO DESIGN; COLOUR IN POSITION, TO PAINTING; FORM OR DESIGN IN THREE PLANES, TO SCULPTURE; MOVEMENT TO THE DANCE OR TO THE RHYTHM OF MUSIC OR OF VERSES.  

Elaboration, expression of second intensities, of dispersedness belong to the secondary sort of artist. Dispersed arts HAD a vortex.     

Impressionism, Futurism, which is only an accelerated sort of impressionism, DENY the vortex. They are the CORPSES of VORTICES. POPULAR BELIEFS, movements, etc., are the CORPSES OF VORTICES. Marinetti is a corpse.

THE MAN.

The vorticist relies not upon similarity or analogy, not upon likeness or mimcry.         

In painting he does not rely upon the likeness to a beloved grandmother or to a caressable mistree.         

VORTICISM is art before it has spread itself into a state of flacidity, of elaboration, of secondary applications.

ANCESTRY.

“All arts approach the conditions of music.”—Pater.         

“An Image is that which presents an intellectual and emotional complex in an instant of time.”—Pound.        

“You are interested in a certain painting because it is an arrangement of lines and colours.”—Whistler.         

Picasso, Kandinski, father and mother, classicism and romanticism of the of the movement.

POETRY.

The vorticist will use only the primary media of his art.     

The primary pigment of poetry is the IMAGE.    

The vorticist will not allow the primary expression of any concept or emotion to drag itself out into mimicry.   

In painting Kandinski, Picasso.    

In poetry this by, “H. D.”              

Whirl up sea —          

Whirl your pointed pines,         

Splash your great pines                      

On our rocks,                 

Hurl your green over us,       

Cover us with your pools of fir.

diana magallón

A little less vispo

Chinese Whisper Chines Homophonic Puns Override

« Shi Shi shi shi shi »
Shishi shishi Shi Shi, shi shi, shi shi shi shi.
Shi shishi shi shi shi shi.
Shi shi, shi shi shi shi shi.
Shi shi, shi Shi Shi shi shi.
Shi shi shi shi shi, shi shi shi, shi shi shi shi shishi.
Shi shi shi shi shi shi, shi shishi.
Shishi shi, Shi shi shi shi shishi.
Shishi shi, Shi shi shi shi shi shi shi.
Shi shi, shi shi shi shi shi shi, shi shi shi shi shi.
Shi shi shi shi.

« Shy Shyh shyr shy shyy »
Shyrshyh shyshyh Shy Shyh, shyh shy, shyh shyr shyr shy.
Shyh shyrshyr shyh shyh shyh shy.
Shyr shyr, shyh shy shy shyh shyh.
Shyh shyr, shyh Shy Shyh shyh shyh.
Shyh shyh shyh shyr shy, shyh shyy shyh, shyy shyh shyr shy shyhshyh.
Shyh shyr shyh shyr shy shy, shyh shyrshyh.
Shyrshyh shy, Shyh shyy shyh shyh shyrshyh.
Shyrshyh shyh, Shyh shyy shyh shyr shyh shyr shy.
Shyr shyh, shyy shyr shyh shyr shr, shyr shyr shyr shy shy.
Shyh shyh shyh shyh.

Sek sat si si si si, si si, sai sik sap si.
Si si si sik si si si.
Sap si, sik sap si sik si.
Si si, sik si si sik si.
Si si si sap si, ci ci sai, si si sap si sai sai.
Si sap si sap si si, sik sek sat.
Sek sat sap, si si si sik sek sat.
Sek sat sik, si ci si sik si sap si.
Sik si, si sik si sap si, sat sap sek si si.
Si sik si si.

« Si--si Si?t-si Su »
Se?k-sek si-su Si--si, si su, se si?t si?p-su.
Si si-si sek-si si-su.
Si?p-si, sek si?p-su sek-si.
Si-si, sek si--si sek-si.
Si si si si?p-su, si si se, su si si?p-su se-se.
Si si?p si si?p su-si, sek se?k-sek.
Se?k-sek sip, si su si sit se?k-sek.
Se?k-sek sit, si si si si?t si si?p-su.
Si?t-si, si sek si si?p-su, si?t si?p se?k-su-si.
Si sek si-su.

« si si ziah sai se »
zioh-sig si-se si1si, si sai, si ziah zab sai.
si si-si seg ci si sai.
zab si, seg zab sai seg ci.
si si, seg si1si seg ci.
si si si zab sai, si si si, sai si zab sai si-si.
si sib si zab sai si, seg zioh-sig.
zioh-sig sib, si sai si cig zioh-sig.
zioh-sig cig, si si ci ziah si zab sai.
ziah si, si seg si zab sai, sig zab zioh sai si.
ci seg si se.

« Si si sik si si. »
Sak sit si si si si, si si, si sik set si.
Si si si sik si si si.
Set si, sik set si sik si.
Si si, sik si si sik si.
Si si si set si, si si si, si si set si si si.
Si sit si set si si, sik sak sit.
Sak sit sit, si si si sik sak sit.
Sak sit sik, si si si sik si set si.
Sik si, si sik si set si, sit set sak si si.
Si sik si si.

« si zi zeh si si. »
zah seh si zi si zi, zi si, zi zeh zeh si.
zi zi zi seh zi zi si.
zeh zi, seh zeh si seh zi.
zi zi, seh si zi seh zi.
zi zi zi zeh si, zi si si, si zi zeh si zi si.
zi zeh zi zeh si si, seh zah seh.
zah seh seh, zi si zi seh zah seh.
zah seh seh, zi si si zeh zi zeh si.
zeh zi, si seh zi zeh si, zeh zeh zah si si.
si seh zi zi.

« si si sit si si »
sak sit si si si si, si si, si sit sip si.
si si si sit si si si.
sip si, sit sip si sit si.
si si, sit si si sit si.
si si si sip si, si si si, si si sip si si si.
si sip si sip si si, si sak sit.
sak sit sip, si si si sit sak sit.
sak sit sit, si ts'i ts'i sit si sip si.
sit si, ts'i ts'i si sip si, sit sip sak si si.
ts'i sit si si.

si shi si, shi shi shi, shisi shi shisi, sishi shi sishi.

si si si, si si si, sisi si sisi, sisi si sisi.

fátima queiroz

Almandrade Andrade

Олексій Кручьоних - Перемога над Сонцем

Billy Bob Beamer - from "louvered series''

POME

c[od]ons b[y a]min[o

ac] id

John M. Bennett & Bruce Andrews

Joseph Apoux - Alphabet Pornographique, circa 1880

Все ж таки це СЕКС-уа. Було б дивно якби не.

Amedee Ozenfant \ Charles Hinman

Amedee Ozenfant - 36 Voiles 

Charles Hinman - The Dance

Gianfranco Baruchello

Al Held

Товариш, що поціновує масштаб оцінить, але не зрозуміє.

PAUL REED

Для людей, котрі думають, що шрифт створює літературу - принесе образу і розчарування. Але не вам, бо для вас шрифт - самий цимес і ніщо вас від нього не відверне. Зате виверне і це буде Акт прощення та letting go. 

Для людей, котрі гадають, що образ створює літературу - принесу зичарування і поневолення. Бо вам доведеться шукати і прийняти форму не зовсім природню вашому позуажу. Вас це відверне і ви зможете побачати бажане відбитим візуально у блювотинні ваших опонентів.

Також ці роботи Пола Ріда є офіційним тест на манер Роршаха від СЕКС-уа

Isidore Isou

Mimmo Rotella

Joao Vieira

Jacques Villeglé

This man was definitely inspired by Jack the Ripper, Nick the Stripper and John the Baptist.

And this is not poetry. It gonna rip you up as a kiss.

Aggro-asemic drow

I'd M Thfft Able - basically a WWJD tint

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SkeletonKey_RSVP::"a Dystopian yet" by 4WHEELER ::HUFFPUFF

 

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palid)shoesoak(WWJD?)+++bucket of empties(noHUFFsomePUFF

 

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Volodymyr Bilyk - SOLO MOAN for (VSK) 13.07.2013

Fig 1: An Idea for an Artwork (from the series: There Is No Artwork) (2010/2011), by Maciej Ratajski

Lectura de una realidad (2011), by Stefan Brüggemann

Discussion on the idea of Time (1968), by Ian Wilson

David Lamelas

1975

1970

Verb List (1967-1968), by Richard Serra

Dan Graham, Poem 1966

»RE:«, 1960′s by Vito Acconci.

Ghost Write Series (excerpt) (1996-1999), by Candice Breitz

Language Is Not Transparent (1969), by Mel Bochner

I don't remember who exactly cast that spell:

Andy Warhol or John Cage,

-heinz Stockhausen or -bert Indiana,

G. Klimt or Erik Satie - it was: 

repeat the thing until it loses every piece of sense it ever beared

on this "Long and Winding..." "...Hard Road out of hell".

But what happened i can only presume.

So -  

here they is.  The Sentence. Good and clean-cut. It states something and it stands for it to the end. 

Look closer - just like when you tease the beauty to show the other - look closer - 

First it seems to be moving,

then it seems to be trembling - 

and in the end it's just the crowd of letters waiting for the miracle

it's just the crowd of letters who demand :

- something to be broken

- something to be mirrored

- something to be marooned

- something to be tortured

- something to be controled

- something to lie aside

- something to be ordered

- something to be cracked

- something to be fucked

- something to drill a hole in the wall which is actually a centuries-old tree

- all for approving itselft as the coherent whole.

And as it usualy happens - 

then they go -

in every direction you can ever imagine

there, there, there and there and even there and also there - 

just like the big bang - and the universe happened,

shit also happens

for a start - and there's a bigger need to measure all this jazz

But it lies over the top of the threshold of the unmeasurable and unbearable treasures of mankind 

that survived a certain kind of suffering only to achieve the title which hints on obvious fact of self-explication and self-reimagining in depend for the glory of the not bright line which will be never reached.

I wonder what that means. Somekind of repent for the wasted time.
And lots of Oh No No, No No No (is that a Transformers guy punchline? oh, forget about it).

So this crowd does what can be called "get lost"

they run away

and they hate it

'cause who loves the breakups?

they want to disappear

they want to cease to exist

their forms are getting tighter

 their senses getting thin

and don't forget about the flies flying all over them

althrough they still move - there are colonies of them around and that sound

and it seems that their movement is just the dream

They're still

They stand still

Thats what happened, 

I presume - they dissolved

to wander where no word had gone before

but 

Nothing actually happened.

Poésie de mots inconnus (1949), by Pablo Picasso

It's all right. Every is going fine. Swim until you feel the terror caused by pleasure just to realise you're in the box where you're up to know yourself more than you are used to know yourself.

It's just someone mean

had morphed into the kangaroo

and started to punch you

using it's powerful legs

You hear from him

- you gotta fly away, man, 

you got to do what i say to you, this time it's getting lost by raving without a clue because spellbounding discovery

The purpose is to write off something

and drop it off

To blow the head off

as many times as it's possible -

it coaxes the one who's top you're blowing.

or is it better to tear off all the upper the part of body - all at once 

for sure

So

Let's do it
On the corner 

In a silent way

of the missionary position

of the Da Da Da

Put it on your back

- it'll break up anyway in the near future

There - on your future back - your shadow gonna kick it

First it'll kick the knee

Then it'll punch the stomach

Then you understand - you can't bear it anymore 

but you  can handle it

And drop it

And the thing you've dropped falls and kicks it's chin against the land of the fee.

How pitiful is it?

There was nothing of it - but you thought there was - but there was none

But here come the lack

and because you're used to care - "things have changed" - 

The only thing there was now - was the problem

- the problem coming from the both sides now

only to be shot

and then it jacks off the wounded knee and rubs them against its chest

then it takes it to mouth and holds it there 

so long you can make a statue during the take.

Hair can grow and hair can go during that take

and still - knee in the mouth

"a worried man with a worried mind

no one front, no one behind"

Will you drink from your lap or you're just fibbing?

poem-roulette (1962), by Robert Filliou

Let's put this thing straight

now one ever gets satisfied by the result

especially when you're not the creator but the one who perceives.

That's why there's not much mr.Gaudi around

That's why there's nothing left of comrade El.

But here, in poetry - this very strange and somewhat obscure reaction is turned up the eleven.

It's almost inevitable.

And so it goes

in not very complex size.

'cause no one loves the waltz - 

so every move is marching with the wittery and cough.

But for the moment - let's imagine the world - where nothing's made and there's nothing to expect.

Pyles of constructing materials all around - do what you want - but do it so that nobody will ever impressed by it but only notified of it's existence. Doesn't it remind you something? Oh, that's the world we live in. Here are the words. Combine them every way you want. Here are the arrows - they'all ease your quest for this so-to-say unforgive-gettable fire. And wait a minute - that's table was the wheel - where does go? Bring it back, if possible in the plate, bring back as you brought that Leroy Brown, bring in back...

You can almost hear
this poems says to you
"it's your fault, motherfucker, it's your fault -
you're wrong, every time and you're so free -
you're vicious and you're so wrong that
"world expects a man to buckle down and to shovel shit".
And this all happens because you wanted to "feel" and "only wanted to be loved".
'cause you're bland, dull, boring nothing of the void. Zilch and Zero - Double Z.
Marvelous Ultimate Vacuum. Move over Beat Hove When World Weary is in the house.
No one understands, nobody cares.
But still everybody's thinking that some "strange kind of love" makes the world go "round and round". "World in motion", voice of the being from the "Higher Ground"s says: "...keep on leanin', ...keep on warrin', ...keep on turnin'...it won't be too long".
But the reaction is - "go take a shower, boy".
And the answer is "pray to the Holy Ghost when you suck your host."
(by Voss Felvarg)

Man Ray

 a poem for dummies.

There was a text. 

But no one 

payed attention to it. 

Nobody cared for the another text.

The face of the type 

turned heavier and heavier 

time after time 

and still 

no one payed attention to it - 

until the text 

had made the

null and void.

"Now that's what i call fucking" says imaginary Warren Beatty from Shampoo here.

(by Voss Felvarg)