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iris offering
stellar configurations
seraphic star mode
[“Stellar Regions”]
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holy compassion
ghost father consequences
serenity love
[“Meditations”]
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blue evolution
body cosmos Afro-soul
out-world tapestry
[“Live in Seattle”]
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A blood flower tree
toiling in the desert sun —
inborn drudgery.
Holy vibrations
of wizard-saints and angels —
universal bells.
Love cry of spirits!
Ghosts rejoice in healing prayer —
omega truth force.
Message from the heart —
the raising of the divine
island comes at last.
[assemblage composed entirely of words from Albert Ayler song titles]
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My veins are pure flame . . .
Crackling blue sparks in a world
of deep pleasure need
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Conformity is
a virus . . . Catch it and you’ll
be dead in two weeks
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Happiness is a
sputtering parasitic
sewer tadpole dream
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Innumerable
machine gods are killing all
human consciousness
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A shooting spree is
the only possible way
to implement change
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Be arbitrary . . .
Your mind is a byproduct
of hope addiction
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I tend to regard
love with a special horror
like malaria
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The intestine mind
is hungry for ultimate
creative control
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Nothing exists till
a functioning paranoid
is observing it
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The architects
of political illness need
smallpox exposure
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My preconscious guts
are compulsively shitting
on Western knowledge
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Word hustlers are a
raw intoxicant like old
deviant flowers
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Most of the trouble
in this world has been caused by
cats from outer space
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In the Western Lands
intellectuals live on
biologic filth
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Nonviolence is
never the answer for a
religious asshole
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A legislator
is the face of total need . . .
Never give succor
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Anything that can
be done chemically should
by all means be done
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Anxiety is
beautiful music . . . Regret
sounds like garish birds
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Grotesque paradox . . .
God dies in the moment of
fertilization
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God is a tyrant
who cannot be moved . . . Prayer is
the greatest danger
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It is fruitless to
quarrel with human passion . . .
Love enormously
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God is an inmate
in the asylum He built
. . . breathless with sorrow
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Purity of heart
is the root of all evil . . .
Saints creep in the dirt
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Once you label me
I am incapable of
grasping my own thought
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At the bottom of
the snare of animal love
lies indifference
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Bores are important.
Boredom is interesting.
Idleness is joy.
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The dirt cheap souls of
incalculable insects
whisper like soft sighs
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liturgy of birds
crystal abyss of rainbows
the end of angels
[“Quartet for the End of Time”]
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paradise eyes of
bridal apparition marked
with the glory light
[“Illuminations of the Beyond”]
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the sun slept in dark
mountains . . . farewell gestures of
planetary love
[“Harawi”]
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interstellar gift
written in the desert rocks . . .
awe resurrected
[“From the Canyons to the Stars”]
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trumpet majesty
heaven ascending . . . Father
demanding glory
[“L’Ascension”]
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Literature is
the contradiction between
pride and nothingness
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Luminous evil
is the only remedy
for health and balance
***************
Logic will oppress
all the faculties . . . It is
feeding on a stone
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Supreme beauty is
a cruel punishment . . . It
sings of wickedness
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The Trinity is
a phantasmagoria
of sublime despair
***************
Scorn universal
laws . . . Doubt not! Gravity is
exaggerated
***************
Utopia is
impossible without the
sanction of good taste
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Geometry of
grandiose desire . . . Ultra
divine triangle!
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Painting is fifty
years behind the structural
space of physicists
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Language is drowning
in an obsessive sea of
collaboration
***************
Semantic stuffed goats
sing the abominable
conundrum of flesh
***************
Writing is nothing
but a theoretical
misunderstanding
***************
What are we here for?
We are here to liberate
awakening flesh
***************
Poets are merchants
of literary rot . . . It’s
all advertising
***************
Since when do pictures
belong to anybody?
Collector nowhere!
***************
One sniff of birth and
the riddle of life will sing
like a drowning horse
***************
Only obsessive
repetition delivers
us from novelty
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The way of all truth
is an imaginary
tale from here to there
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stone autumn twilight
scattered willow loneliness
joy of end to be
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rice and three sardines
light behind calm morning oaks
millionaire threshold
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barrel of plum dust
living voice of the sparrow
disposable rain
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old prostitute . . . a
dried anchovy of impure
snake trout endurance
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the imperial
glamour of the cormorant
pointing south in mist
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pale spring moon dawning . . .
I bow until a woman
sings a jade rope song
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Sweet Lord, bed me on
my sun! . . . Do you remember
my body fire?
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Procure the madness
of dangerous rabbit fang
. . . off-the-chart lion
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Adam-n-Eve tree
horse-wild voltage circle
heart attack grotto
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cult gun supercharge
deep temptation oasis
Vulcanizer mind
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Soon the summer . . . Do
not put away a good mood!
Reset excess weight!
[From the Russian, via Google and Bing translators]
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vanishing soldier
ruins of morning glory
military eyes
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frost white tears of ice
passionate perfume minutes
incense preciousness
***************
lonely moon of the
gray-headed lapwing carving
a deserted tomb
***************
pillow fleas . . . urine
of horses . . . Yokohama
prostitute trouble
***************
octopus summer . . .
dream frogs leap in straw sandals
dive with bamboo socks
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enter rock silence . . .
voice of the cicada tends
the forked eye of spring
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go this road without
me . . . autumn disease journey
planting willow fields
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It is God’s will that
we should be the essence of
starry vileness
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To be is to do
universal evil . . . Man
is a happy worm
***************
Religion has been
trodden on by blind reason . . .
Nothing is divine
***************
Reason begets doubt . . .
There is nothing higher than
imagination
***************
Seek not the favor
of belief . . . It violates
every principle
***************
Awe annihilates
science . . . Wisdom can be carved
from intuition
***************
We weigh the cruel
heart of mankind and judge it
guilty beyond hope
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What can I know? My
life is a dark ocean strewn
with empty voices
***************
The multitude can
be fashioned like wood . . . Honest
immaturity
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The law is a lie . . .
Crooked timber of a shunned
philosophic wreck
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Happiness is the
incapacity to live
with an ideal
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I don’t know my way
about . . . View is still not clear . . .
One must be silent
***************
If a lion could
talk, nothing intelligent
would ever get done
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The bewitchment of
sex is war . . . A religious
night ceremony
***************
A soul is like a
fresh seed sown on the ground of
unlocked timelessness
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I don’t know why we
are here . . . Logic is not like
walking in the snow
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Music should be played.
Humor is transcendental.
Nothing is tragic.
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Science is the soul
of seclusion . . . The body
an unknown language
***************
The sun will rise on
a mirror-image of the
world . . . Vanity church
***************
Harmony is a
dangerous organism
that limits my world
***************
Silliness is no
less complicated than a
combination lock
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Reality is
a public exhibition
of stupidities
***************
Every culture is
tormented by the music
of eternal life
***************
A confession is
an inner process with not
an inkling of truth
***************
I awaken to
the green valleys of barren
imagination
***************
Tomorrow is based
on the metaphysical
mistakes of today
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In a certain sense,
to die in your sleep would be
deceiving oneself
***************
Contradictions are
very wise . . . They say nothing
about everything
***************
Pain is nothing for
the truly religious man
who sits astride death
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For man to enjoy
war he must be frightened to
death of bad spirits
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If only we had
eyes to see the horrors of
peace all around us
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Sex is a system
of misleading techniques . . . The
body knows too much
***************
Death is a theory,
not an activity . . . A
great hypothesis
***************
To lie is a part
of life . . . The deeper truth will
take care of itself
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Dwell as though we know
the master of hydrogen . . .
One body essence
***************
Language is famine . . .
History is the stiff-necked
pettiness of life
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The possible can
save us . . . Only a god is
four-dimensional
***************
Suicide house . . . The
motorized organism
blockades consciousness
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Anxiety bomb . . .
Transcendence is the shepherd
of animal thought
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Selfhood is the death
garden of Being; time-space
the adversary
***************
Metaphysics is
essentially glorified
time calculation
***************
Learn to know Nothing . . .
Responsibility is
intelligible
***************
Being is a truth
formula . . . It requires
ego reduction
***************
If I acknowledge
that we are still not thinking,
why face life squarely?
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Man demands modern
physics . . . Extermination
on glorified ground
***************
Entities resolve
into the manufacture
of the world’s corpses
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Action gathers the
centuries passing away
within history
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Misuse the past . . . Old
ideas are frightened of
the silence of time
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Nature is boring.
Poetry is empty space.
Destroy lullabies.
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Death is mostly a
distraction . . . A sonorous
resurrection sleep
***************
Ignore beautiful
music . . . We need synthetic
inconsistency
***************
What I’m proposing
is a noise factory that
will quiet the mind
***************
Photoelectric
love is completely changing
the way we exist
***************
A passing truck is
more musical than Schoenberg . . .
Overtone structure!
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I don’t understand
the precise morphology
of entertainment
***************
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If by chance you can’t
afford a color TV
then buy LSD
***************
Beauty is not some
great moral idea . . . It is
eternal decay
***************
Art is composed of
style, fashion and money
jumbled together
***************
The human body
is a fraud both inside and
outside . . . Pity it
***************
Reality is
a difficult prostitute
and we are its pimps
***************
Cinema is a
secret kiss between painting
and literature
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The consummated
chess brain is deciphering
thoughts of coition
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Art that is eating
the spectator interests
me more than beauty
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The glass pane of art
is interpreting the world
through a shop window
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Commercialized man
cannot express taste, merely
external regret
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Conforming is a
creative act . . . Objects are
ruled by possession
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