PWN Beauty, Notes Towards Prophecy 2011, Erik Lindman and Hunter Hunt-Hendrix
PWN BEAUTY, NOTES TOWARDS PROPHECY 2011
Can you consume
more than you can produce more than you can produce
Where is the debate
after the death of a friend. after the death of a friend.
A shift in power
is about to occur is about to occur
We will no longer
be excluded. be excluded.
Does a Child say:
I am a heated falcon
My zoology is like a lexicon
I zap bats like Father Viacom
The gaps between my words gape like mines
Lightning slides off my tongue
You need to close the blinds, don’t you?
Yes, close the blinds, because this is too true for you. Yes, close the blinds, because this is too true for you.
Time flows out of my curiosity
Eagles compete inside of me
There’s a curly telephone cable blackwrapped around my sex wrist
A fish slides with scales and round eyes and shocked mouth
The coconuts crack and give up the goods
My fatigue is a lie
My ennui is a springboard
My woes are paddles
The lord is a washrag
The fag is a bitch
The dick is a stick - a manual transmission sent to the nymphs of the Rhine
Untouchable virgins sucking up time with their cervical hoses Untouchable virgins sucking up time with their cervical hoses
Be Triumphant and weak!
Stand up straight
PER ME on Hell’s gate
Write instead of read
wrong instead of bleed
you afraid of your blood
without spilling no son
No Sun blackness
Death kisses Agamemnon Death kisses Agamemnon
No swallow to sing if you’ve no offering
drawn up in quad slings drawn up in quad slings
Knees cracking hit with bats
light through slats
burn quick in relapse burn quick in relapse
The sea will last longer than me
Pop sci says rising
Pop /my/ he’s dying
I eat his fingers / stop crying I eat his fingers / stop crying
Blind man both enlightened and dark
Knife to kill dull and sharp
No more coffee to wake up
You only have smell of empty cup You only have smell of empty cup
Electronic devices at hip like bedbug lices
Bites bleed small dots and hot spots
connect for the governments protect
you think the channel doesn’t go both ways?
they spy on you since your birthday they spy on you since your birthday
Vaginal birth is the first wave
on combinations of other’s desires
The wave crashes no higher The wave crashes no higher
Come together insane Satan’s fire
They don’t know what they do
pardon them no liar
no fault of their own
nailed up not alone
upside down death trooper’s sweat breath KING seducer upside down death trooper’s sweat breath KING seducer
No snow around trees
no honey on bees
Wind winds in threes Wind winds in threes
sting so nice at home
Temple of stone
piled up like a pyramid
Money death face squid Money death face squid
Those who bear false witness
and follow their own wishes
shatter like cheap dishes
under the least of conditions
Do not end every sentence with exclamation points.
Cross your T’s Cross your T’s
Its all straw.
Dead Cat. Dead Cat.
The space created between yourself and your pet after an absence.
The display of affection gets too strong. Playfighting escalates to play violence. The display of affection gets too strong. Playfighting escalates to play violence.
Murder is the origin of society.
Culture did not invent religion.
Religion preceded institutions.
Social Contract is myth. Social Contract is myth.
Myth is no truth.
The swoosh cross in a field.
It can’t stand up on its own.
hyper design and the promise of infinity is flacid.
Freedom doesn’t grow from everything being permissible.
The order before governments knew this. The order before governments knew this.
The empire is broke and broken -
it needs perpetual war to continue its social control and economic program.
So now body scanners “come home” - a boot to the face and a dollar in the defense contractor’s pocket.
The hole in the pocket empties into the government’s coffers. The hole in the pocket empties into the government’s coffers.
The coo of my cat in heat.
You have a choice: submit to imaging or your sex must be touched by the state. Both options subject your body and its life to the control of the state - they make you a subject.
Paintings of Christ emphasized Mary touching the Child’s genitals.
Attention was also given to the genitals on full body images of Christ splayed on the Cross. Attention was also given to the genitals on full body images of Christ splayed on the Cross.
The touch of the TSA’s hand is for humiliation.
The images produced by the TSA, taken under the guise of protection from imminent death posed to by terrorist plots insist upon the subject’s mortality - you will die if they do not protect you by scanning you.
The body scan images insist the subject’s life is in the hands of the image maker - the TSA. The body scan images insist the subject’s life is in the hands of the image maker - the TSA.
You escape in looking.
You can also touch.
Its not solitary even though I am alone.
To Transcend is okay.
More than permissible, it is the heart.
The space outside of the world made manifest in material.
The part I gave to God accessed through material manifestation within the world.
The link to the rest of humanity, projected, imagined, beyond - the beautiful.
In this space, I am not subject to their laws.
“Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind.” “Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind.”
The undercover police wish to make themselves most high- to raise their throne.
To be the secret accusers and prosecutors.
Full of the seductive false light - red and blue, the spark from the hammer striking discharged shells - they are the zenith of self-delusion. Full of the seductive false light - red and blue, the spark from the hammer striking discharged shells - they are the zenith of self-delusion.
Helping yourself means independence from government.
Independence comes from dependence on that greater than all.
Independence from government is its death.
Death is the absence of Life.
Evil is the absence of Good. Evil is the absence of Good.
The recognition of its mortality has precipitated massive growth.
1,271 government organizations and 1,931 private companies now work on programs related to counter-terrorism, homeland security and intelligence in about 10,000 locations across the United States.
So much information has been collected that it could never be read in a lifetime - an impotent monument to the state’s desire for immortality. So much information has been collected that it could never be read in a lifetime - an impotent monument to the state’s desire for immortality.
- do you believe the science fiction movies from youth have come true?
Have you seen the police mounted on Segway scooters in the Union Sq station?
Google’s cameras make up for any that the NYPD missed.
The future we saw as entertainment now hardens our clay feet.
An inherent desire for security necessary to live a free life has been confused with the measures the government takes to secure its own power. An inherent desire for security necessary to live a free life has been confused with the measures the government takes to secure its own power.
Gun buy back programs are micro-disarmament of civilians
What motivated Aglaophon? What motivated Polygnotus?
Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will. Love must be sincere. Hate what is evil; cling to what is good. Be devoted to one another in love. Honor one another above yourselves. Never be lacking in zeal, but keep your spiritual fervor, serving the Lord. Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer. Share with the Lord’s people who are in need. Practice hospitality.Bless those who persecute you; bless and do not curse. Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn. Live in harmony with one another. Do not be proud, but be willing to associate with people of low position.Do not be conceited.Do not repay anyone evil for evil. Be careful to do what is right in the eyes of everyone. If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone. Do not take revenge, my dear friends, but leave room for God’s wrath, for it is written: “It is mine to avenge; I will repay,” says the Lord. On the contrary:
“If your enemy is hungry, feed him;
if he is thirsty, give him something to drink.
In doing this, you will heap burning coals on his head.”
Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.
WHAT WAS PROMISED TURNS TO ASH IN THE MOUTH.
Taxidermy no squirming
Don’t fill up your self same self
Empty like brand new shelf
MDF cuts sea shells MDF cuts sea shells
Embalm the song
Nope, burn it up
Clean your neck with sugar cane
Brace for Kharybdis’ pup Brace for Kharybdis’ pup
Lets check the weather page to see what I should wear today
Raincoat or umbrella can’t protect me from [RHYME]
Nudity is new to me but didn’t get me out of trees
I use the wood that was my shelter to fuel the baited scepter I use the wood that was my shelter to fuel the baited scepter
No need for techs today No need for techs today
Another song for myself
no need for public health
when theres wars being faught
attention’s needed somewhere else
And ever song needs a singer
So no need for teachers
A funeral with no flowers
Oblique feelings pour out the ceiling Oblique feelings pour out the ceiling
And Wolfram with his cells dug into the substrate and Heilegen yearned and coursed through the nerves of the body under the banner of New York City, kissing the shores with its JMZ, loosing awe and trembling with its spires, its vice, its crumbs. Manahatta the Whale Island, where the foundation was built, underneath the Met Life, where all contradictions shall be resolved and all people of the earth shall meet.
The scaffolding has been raised
The flag has been ripped
The jack has been pumped
The socket has been plugged The socket has been plugged
Apo Calypse Apo Calypse
Because a steady increase in quantity, step by step, produces change in quality unforseen and unfathomable
And And Or Or And
Badiou sat on the lion's throne as Statesman of the New Ethics. Dubai arose and the UAE and Jericho and Calcutta and Napa. The Wiking cast his nets over earth's globe and sifted buts of everything and sorted bites and flies, servers and sores, nuts and bolts. Deleuze gasped with fragile lung and conceived of dangerous and violent things from the French Haven. Meanwhile there were murmers in the cracks of New York City. And it was said that the toes of Gotham are cracked and frozen. And Zuckerberg arose and joined forces with the Wiking. But Ivy League was there also with its towers, and the LaCrosse held in position. A great channel of information was carved into the sea and the air. And great terrors of bits raced from New York City to Wuhan to Johannesburg to Idaho in a moment's time, in a great relay. CERN was there also, waiting for the signal to race across its miles and probe the depths. And the CERN and the Wiking joined hands and pledged to aim at the Heilegen in her cove. And Heilegen was remembered for a moment. A single flashlight brushed the hem of her garment with its ray. Heilegen was at that time known as Cryogen. The Loose Thread is always visible - peeking in at the right edge of the screen. You can always tug at it - or you can ignore it, but then it bothers you. Better to tug at it, stay attuned to it. Fraya the loose thread hisses with her serpent limbs and nips elbows and gnaws at cold shins. Heilegen-Cryogen offers a pert breast through a screen. New York City crumbles with its cracks and melts with the unforseen. The spirit of art is not the spirit of religion. Imagination is not the body of Jesus Christ. But they cannot be separated entirely - yet neither can they coexist. They are not the same, but not different. They are not two sides of the same coin. Because Christ must be higher than art and it is an insult to judge Christ aesthetically. But art... is always more than art. There is a force that is neither State nor Commerce nor Art nor Religion nor Politics. Its principles are as follows:
1. Something attracts and withdraws
2. The univesal "Us"
3. The same law for ox and lion is oppression 3. The same law for ox and lion is oppression
Arger rages and holds steady. What if the earth is already sanctified? The only possible vision is a vision with no axioms. Or is a lack of axioms a sign of weakness? A squid vision, pointing to the profound with many tentacles, staining all. But there is no revelation. All we retain is the surface of revelation. The surface of prophecy. The surface of profundity - profundity abstracted of positive content! But no, it is a retreat. Feebler is the forgetter, the dimmer of lights, the one who does not piece it all together, the inconsister, incon-sister. There is the Feebler and Heilegen-Cryogen and Fraya and New York City and the Reign Array. The Metallurge and Glass-Paine the Systole System. Fount, Trust Fund, the will to organize all in terms of a fundamental schema. And D.H. the deducto-hypothetical march of knowledge, and Upa, the Wise, the Revelation. Three lobes of the brain, all different. Upa, Fund, D.H., and the Wiking whirling across the seas and stamping all over the bits. Frak Job juggles the crustacean layers, the zit that was not meant to be popped. Upa, Heilegen-Cryogen, Fraya, Feebler, Wiking, DH, Systole Fund, New York City, but what about the beckoner, the withdrawer, Woodrow Beacon, Hassie Hasslich, Arger, and the consumer, Anders. Arger and Anders, the sons of Egon. Blow the wood of Jerusalem. These things were dictated to me by Muriel and Jain during the solstice.
I reject everything and affirm everything. I have no philosophy, no cosmology, no politics, no religion. I am not religious, I don’t think religion is dead, I don’t think poetry or music can be a substitute for religion, I don’t condone individualistic new age spirituality or pantheism or paganism. I don’t trust my intuition over my reasoning power. Nor vice versa. I don’t trust my intuition and reasoning power over received wisdom and tradition. Nor vice versa. I don’t believe in capitalism, socialism, communism, theocracy, fascism, nor do I categorically reject any of these. I suspect that the cosmos is fundamentally gendered and also that gender is a social construction. I have trouble reaching the end of any thread. I believe in fundamental axioms but don’t know what they are or if they’re really out there. I try to do my best most of the time. I don’t recognize the person I was 5 years ago, but also do.
I see my own experience for the first time as having value through the lens of another who is also with in me. With in me and not me; above me and into you. I pray to give you what you think you need and to not judge it. Not the image of the monk, back to the camera, looking into the lake. The abyss is still abysmal?
You can’t mean’fully reject something without knowing what it can and can’t offer
I don’t want to categorically reject but I do want to say NO, only when I can also say YES. I don’t reject I turn away from and towards
No is meaningless when all is no
A panel of sheetrock drilled and filled until it is all spackle
plywood becomes wood filler, stronger than wood, not so good
a frame cut in four becomes iconic despite
The feeling of Guilt from the belief in Truth
To love to love to love tulips
Seeing a man from behind at the top of a mountain in winter, seeing Friedrich, seeing through Friedrich, seeing the man turn around (short, red Patagonia jacket, New England Dead-head, faded beard, stubbed red nose) make a bad joke, blow his nose and walk away.
Alas, compact Fluorescents don’t work as crack pipes
All they ever wanted was Christianity without Christ!
You can’t have first and
at a strip show at a strip show
They’ve got mouths to feed
Little unformed hands
Stem cells with blank power
Horse shoes stomping across the flowers of irrelevant gardens
It’s sad but they’ve got to go
Cause they’ve had their day
If the dirt doesn’t turn then everything dies
There’s no prize that’s not made of the pain on the way
There’s no use in trying to entirely avoid suffering There’s no use in trying to entirely avoid suffering
I’m a vine on a trellis of wire that’s weaker than me
There’s no one qualified to guide me
So I open up the cans of the past and tightrope out of the eddies
And balance as long as I can
And let my body splash as I fall and forget the beginning of the sentence
That I’m trying to end
And all of a sudden I’m checking my email
And I don’t remember putting my pen down
Where did that time go?
Why are the ends always loose and the threads always frayed?
A change of scene
I am a bellows huffing and aching
My metallurgical power is just on the verge of birth
But sometimes one part gets lonely
Collard Hemmingway juiced like an orange
And the ecstasy cuts the intentional apparatus
Loses track of the thread
The train jumps the tracks
The choo choo squeals and chants
Giving way to a cargo of white hot platinum
A man’s plan
I don’t need a snack but my eyes are bigger than my stomach
And though the prize is bigger than my spectacles
I can extrapolate from what I do see just how far the treasure extends beyond view
My teeth are all icebergs
My plan was forgotten a moment ago - but now I remember
A pitch with no swing
The engine that cranks but won’t turn
The wagging dog’s tail attached to the mouth that forgot how to fetch and to eyes that saw something else
Because a steady increase in quantity, step by step, produces change in quality unforseen and unfathomable