Stephens St

Yourself Writing

write what you don't know
write what you imagine

you will appear anyways
and still you will write what you know

don't know what you know
write

write what you imagine
imagine what you might come to know
teaching yourself what you know

come to know writing
come to know yourself writing
write for yourself

My Doubts Come Running (Fragment)

My doubts come running 

but they walk in with a sigh

to tell me all the doings

of suspicion and good sense

Up Early

Madness is uncertainty. The cold water daylight sobriety test is chilling. Night is a dream, always a dream. Madness every night doesn't worry much, rather normal really. During the daylight hours if you've cast and set maniac you'll know. Like a sensual mirror you feel yourself as you are. Wake up early, for reality, it doesn't last past noon.

holed up in intellect

the equality of mediums in regards to their material to surface relationship

artworks present to us a surface

so call up the substance, the material under the surface, and

subdue the aesthetic facet

flatten the image of the thing and highlight the object

make the object the content 

holed up in intellect

im red in the face from trying to hover even an inch off the ground

So i stand up and go into the world

The Great Burden To Speak

To pull the great potent concentrated contents of language to the surface and smear them on a conversation,

and on an item, on a rag paper, on the street. 

The city might then move with the pulse of words

as directly and as violently

as rape, 

as robbery as assault. 

The great terrifying crushing weight of words might be felt.

Threatening Words

Inside the Words

Inside the air I see a need to speak, straight through backwardness, and in a very indistinct way I see a way through the words.

The Depth of Paper

none of these

lask

words belong

millicent

each one stands

peter

in seclusion from

variance

eachother 

graven pore removes coin vision

milk remote

hotel mists

grain water knife

horizon hotel water

horison angle flashes orange

A golden rage in August,

the risk of skipping off the surface,

how to learn to begin.

The Depth of Paper

Write Everything Exercise

Graven pore removes coin vision

milk remote

hotel mists

grain water knife

horizon hotel water

horizon angle flashes orange.

Location

I look for myself in my bookshelf.
 I look for myself in my rumpled covers and tossed aside pillows.
I look for myself in my laundry.
  I look for myself on my desk,
   in my cupboard,
    the carpet,
     the paintings on the walls,
      the mould in the shower.
I find myself at home.

Silencism

An inhalation, a hummmmm,
The street desert at midnight in streetlight,
The middle tone, the pause to breathe,
Then gentle words goodnight, to sleep.

Silencism

An inhalation, a hummmmm,
The street desert at midnight in streetlight,
The middle tone, the pause to breathe,
Then gentle words goodnight, to sleep.