ONLY DO BUMPS NOW

failing originality (claiming cliché of already written words and fearing the weight of the internet, misreading information cornucopia trajectory as leading towards deconstruction then reconstruction, rather than para or diaconstructs or all lit ablaze) prominent artist space was reappropriated as baby laxative outlet store / brain canvassed for kicks / body outsourced for skeleton carnivals / heels clacked in every fassbinder movie never watched / shoulders shrugged in a sentence by faulkner still being read / his fingernails weighted down a breath of air in the last museum / finally, in his love, the abomination had stability /

WAR OF THE MUSEUMS

he returned to beauty to find it destroyed / defaced and discredited / subjected to ten thousand hours of shameless interrogation and never believed / resented by those who were to spearhead its adoration and never accepted / always the subject of forced change / where we had her beauty, in the shade of her charms, we have flood lights / and music being pumped out of statuesque installations / this is your deleted scene: / man falls into grave dug deep enough to not be found / cell phone battery expires / grave is covered / some flowers / 

JUMP CAULDRONS

i know parts of my body that do not exist before you make them come true / limbs tingling with phantom joy or phantoms tingling with limbic joy, awaiting that touch / that must have existed before / as that expectation must have existed before / as it happened, that i became aware of parts of my body that were not real until you made them come true / so that i should not know and remember and expect and long all at once / but know before it happens; that i am being made / that i have bones that swivel before you and name you the creator / that beckon you to ask, say / "you who are the creator, how will i know that my lust is real / that i lust not merely for lust itself, your lust / to undo myself in the moment of your creation?" / 

FACE MADE POEM MADE FACE # 2

grow out the membranes are useless conditions for incorporating unknown

FIELDS

/FIELDS/

100

AUDIO

retrieve

A U X

here      gruesome misunder

comes   standing concerning

skin       all (facetious) and s

from      oon horribly impatie

the past  nt who knows all yo

u know

F I E L D S

SOAP

100

holistic 100

FATWA MAJEURE

YAHYA HASSAN LISTEN UP / I HAVE FOUND YOUR FORESKIN / DEEP IN THE DESERT IN AN OLD CAVE / IT WAS LODGED IN BETWEEN TWO Q`URANS / THE MOUTH PIECE OF SOME ANCIENT BALLOON / A PRETTY LITTLE FLOWER, KEPT FOREVER / YOU CAN PICK IT UP IN MY NEXT POEM / IF YOU DO NOT MIND HOW IT LOOKS ALL METAPHORICAL AND ALL / AND LET`S CHILL IN MJØLNERPARKEN AND DISCUSS PRISONS / MINE ARE MADE UP, HOW ARE YOURS? / DEN IK MIN DEN ANGST OVER AL TING DE ER IKKE RIKTIG / DET... BARE ROLIG / CAN YOU SEE THE POETS COMING? / CAN YOU HEAR THE COWBELLS? / THE LITTLE CARS GO LICHTERLO / DUMPSTERS STAND ABLAZE SO DOES MY FAKE FRO / DID I TELL YOU THAT MY PRISON IS NOT REAL? / IT IS MADE FROM THE WORD "YES" /

THIS WEEK IN FILM: FÊTE DE LA FILM AUX SAAR FRANCISCO

FACE MADE POEM MADE FACE # 3

keep flames and majestic forgiveness, consider upcoming evaluations as already evaluated, ways to interact not the interaction, use the body that won't give up, but is extending the need for participation constantly, maybe even afterwards when it no longer knows if it is invited, can be invited again

Hair <> Do

bigger head

thick

and glasses

and glasses

n r

i i

c n

e g

C O M B (handarbeit)

H E R E

ship

typewriter

HIDEOUSLY BEAUTIFUL always ever better than worst

exclamation of grief and lack of banking details exclude

what can still count still hang on to the head until the

body falls

HOLD ON TO SOMEONE YOU SHOVE

the importance of having hair in your face / and bladder laughing, overjoyed / tumble uphill, romanticising pet funerals / and laugh those teeth out / some olympic meetings under our nation's sheets / have a rebellion, now another / write off sweat + death any time / this face or the next / only slightly betrayed, by muscles and spider eggs /

wonderful toilets hidden on mountain ridge /

you killing monkey to feed me / 

this must be life + elephant tusk /

virtuosity disguised as charm / hens upholding the voracity of lovers / must trickle down, they think, upon servants of the tower / 99 % cowardice expecting to play role of love / pepper-sprayed into servitude, long lasting, yet still bored / expecting to transcend / some old book / unanswered, like all those childhood prayers of jesus, napoleon, hitler and the rest / 

ORINOCO BLOWS

he took the animal running to the edge / saw it start again / and had nostalgia turn into parameter recordable for eyes / all those bugs to eat / never inquire who else had eyes and glanced back / drifting to cross over / humdrum characters reinvented, pretty figurines on skeletal fireplace / heads, half belonging to bodies lugged or lugging / breaks, chewing gum / remembering books during conversation, reestablishing need of words so as to welcome the death of the medium, me-to-you kinda thing / what else: density of unspoken bodies, this guy or the next travelling your (mine) borderless plains / headhunters of the real, the verisimilarity [UFO to shameless past leaving in 8 minutes, teeth] of left chicken houses, right? / this plane or the next, when will you finally touch me, and have touch in return, like guarantee / hand me down the instruments of a cleaner chaos, like birds making love in this one, or the next one of someones ultimately best or worst poem? crime, they must write, because they think of laws. 

HEAD ON NORTH OF THE COMPASS

trending the obvious, bow and arrow

odysseus' ship hashtagged, tornadoes of meaning

comfy, this television set where everything is

said, and belongs to reality too, my

opinions; sad waffles

hurried

through the afterlife

so that i could share with you the comfortable nothing of which i know

new hemispheres now

and all them jesuses

still chewing on umbilical chords

MEMWARS

that monstrosity of a gameshow: hidden prizes, jewels - geometrically flawed - in inner television terrariums

jet streams of blood upsetting your cranky fuselage

hedonism, no actors: "here be normality"

onslaught of sweets and cuddly cozy, your back against a piece of bread, smear

liquify the experience, holy tombstone, lucretia borgia smörgåsbord

give phantom head just

as poussin senses bacon's longing for the best cry in the history of painting

and paints the best cry in the history of painting

and eisenstein too

then bacon

continuing the development of that already perfectly ornate carnage

by painting the best cry in the history of painting

and then the photographs, and some more holy onlooking, and your parapet gaze, valet parked in the unread book of surprise

hoodlumed into submission, keys rattling in your very large pocket

before astonishment

and that thing opposite of oblivion 

TREATHES

who kills nightmares

god kills nightmares

god is alcohol

who lives by the river

god lives by the river

god is destruction

who inherits the mountains

god inherits the mountains

god is taxation

god takes care of you

who wrote the bible

god is l ron hubbard

god smells fear

who eats chicken

god is the makeshift avantgarde

god provides those services

god is the fixer

who knows not of himself

god is continuous peace

god is emblazoned as both snake and city

god is history's total lack of irony

CAGE ANIMALS

i can spot your jungle

see through branch 

move like something recently liberated 

catch prey where it falls

move into secondary flat

ornaments

and velcro

chequer this chequer that for you

tree tops

eucalypt the driveway

sandal wood bed

sit

rattle

HELLO LUBRICATED CELLS

undo unnecessary welcome

whole country coronary

remember bus nowhere

that menial godliness

hello bush animal

ridicule bull saying

worship even temperature

that forest boogie

apply unkempt everything

cute cops laughing

tell boss nothing

weirdness when normal

hold grave wholesome

little buggy crying

let thing grow

saw green fruit

make make count

hold atlas high

look here her 

lastness then significance 

skin those teeth

flesh is yours

-

AT CAVE

so the dialectics were changing 

the beasts approached the adventurers with silver tongued flamboyancy to carve out a smile

discarded their fear, spoke soft words, full of telephone numbers and promises

"we must leave, relatively unharmed"

he woke up or fell asleep in or to the DVD-menu's insisting jingle

had legs

armour too

a little girl ran across the floor, throwing silver coins at a fat Himalayan on the window sill

her legs caught fire, 

- visitors brought cake and ale -

dawn

lamp posts giggling

trespassers on the heath

edible solutions, big head of dreams

you can't spell compromise without "hemingway"..

so it goes

cat like

purrs

and was decidedly political, the face and the ballot mattered, felt good

engage in conversation: "hey      you      death      like"

never got elected by the bored, so

it was reasonable to move to Poland

"have you even heard how big dreams can grow?" 

never harvested: plutonium date

handshake

VOYAGE TO ASTANA

do not ask me to summarise all the signs / that stand out of the trivial and transitory / proposing to make a leap from the trivial and transitory / into the industrious and frantically mystical / two o clock in the morning at Tbilisi International Airport / just let me quickly mention the perturbing sight of two men / eyes closed / spinning heaps of luggage into cling film cocoons / with trained gusto / likely learned from teosophic books on the art of dance / cocoons / that will later fill the gap between check-in desk 21 and 23 / and disappear into a pit / to return as disagreeable moths / forever drawn towards the ecstatic light coming from your love wound / towards the scar that is healed by a kiss / or reversely / towards the kiss that is healed by a scar / 

PAST LEVITATION

tired of using titanics / for the non-commercial purpose of approaching you / cracked hulls and busted propellers / I turn icebergs upside down / and sail them like galleons / shipwrecking proper / into south poles unnoticed / to extradite my love for you / a fine powder / made of hardened northern lights / crushed on living-room tables by stewards / to take one connection and snort it / and never have to juggle the other / the undressed tip of an iceberg / a body in full / for making atlantic babies 

WEARY EYES

just because I am trendy / it does not mean I have to uphold all these feelings of insecurity that you continuously maintain I am responsible for / look at the cave: / one of us came out of it / deemed it uninhabitable and moved out / you know, and became that news vendor on Times Square / that doorman at [POLISH NIGHTCLUB] / that salesman of hard facts / soft spittoons / firm believer of all those religions that were spewed out of some hell-hole on 14th street / or somewhere that was not even Manhattan / Barcelona? / Calle Fortunados / guns / here be useful daydreams / a life washing ashore where another dwindles away / the parakeets of Rua Augusta / the new and improved notebooks of Sao Paulo / 1500 worker bees humming, unnoticed / in those forced daydreams /of plentiful yesterdays probably / nostalgia asleep in hotel rooms, the skin that deceives you / the trees that you thought spirited reminds you of nothing at all / several phone cards bought for far too many reais, blown immediately on calling weather services in countries not yet visited / eternal lie of magical alley where uncle Jim or John lives with one or several families / the blessing of being fruitful / like the French or the Dutch would know once a year, and thereby plummet onto the streets like murdered chameleons / ripe for change and observation / and all the other fruitful deaths wherein massive chandeliers are swinging in relaxed unison / songs / gleefully performed by an orchestra of ants / trampling down the carpet of eternity / the singular entirety of space / another reverberating cave: endless chatter of next level insects / misunderstood kisses / because the bus stop was just "so us", held all the keys to unlocking the chambers of our boredom / shouts: / written simultaneously on every chinese typewriter ever produced / patiently / avoiding any outburst that fall upon the category of water / and air / poison, too / 900 characters left behind / separate beehives / words upon effect: / the trade union guillotine agreement / perfume for the beheaded / gasoline for the queen buzz / something now, before the dawn /  

•

WHENEVER SUMMER COMES AND GOES

we rarely talk of the dreariness of junebugs      the severed cadavers split in half      at the might of my hand      at the thrust of a shovel      legs bent in faltering prayer          like those of crustaceans      flapping at the base of a cream-coloured shell      the see-through cocoon      never meant to be unearthed       never meant for the direct terror of sunlight      see; there's a challenge:      do not shrimp      all day i have thrown ant hives into bushes      you see: this land is my land      god will not make any more out of it than me      yet: cities need compassion      insects too then      insects too  

IZTAPALAPA

head just swollen

content

suggesting

that nothing

comes

out

of violence

but

wrong

look

at who you became / the snow thawed again / and meaningful love / spurted out / hung on to you and me you and me / none of our babies were flawed / happens to be / that all of us / will move in and out and in and out / of our antique apartments 

together

and never have different pasts again/ 

YOUTH IN PURE SUITS

now it was whispered of a place where words go to die     put your ear to the trunk:     /THE LISTENING     it could be a book where pages are constantly changing     to oppose a library     /THE DEPICTION TO NO END     words mounting words      unwords         shaping words again     ( ≈escaping neologisms then without resorting to descriptions, deconstructing words as were they ladders that finally would rise as two disconnected pillars into the air )     pairing significance     meaning and unmeaning     /THE THINKING WITHOUT CRITICAL DISCOURSE     ( as a critical discourse )     endless positivity     /OHNE ENDE     an attempt: to no longer consider the big bang as the conceptual center of meaning     rather: the garage doors open     thread-mills run out of momentum in semi-obscured pockets of light     where it counts     toppling + circumstances     paying attention to whether the toppling circumstances is what counts     /CIRCUMSTANCES HAVING CHANGED     he stood sans repartee     gave aborted retort     his base of knowledge was excavated     a clean inside left to hold nothing but him     the hermit sleeping crab-like     he could start over     /A NOT DIVISIBLE CHAOS 

here he could reassemble     keep his own     a not unattractive chaos     he could build his life on inhalations     (you imagine he will choose you)     he could never grow     /A SKIN TO DRESS THE SOUL     he could choose not to be fooled by his own hand     he could know he is merely thinking about collapse     in you somehow     that have become something     /THE EXCITEMENT THOUGH     what was he ascertaining?     have you seen the crevice in his body?     it was split for you     a drawer     /DID YOU SEE ALL THE CHANGES THAT FAILED TO MATTER?     he could draw a line     sharp or unsharp     between you:     /THIS COULD END

INTO CONTEXT

(distant barking) / my father is trying to take a nap / (dogs barking) / outside, both Benfield hounds are barking / this shot is done through the screen / (dogs barking) / "7 WEEKS EARLIER" / this shot made on august 8, 1986 / shows absolutely nothing around / this shot shows absolutely nothing in the picture / this shot made on august 8, 1986 / shows absolutely nothing in the picture / (dog barking) / this shot made on august 8, 1986 / shows absolutely no other animals / or anything in the picture / to agitate the barking Benfield hound / 

πıπ

GROPE SHOW

these remains are different

they do pilates

they are concepts from the future

made fit for exhibitions

target audience:

fitted on plinths

upon

glass pyramids crackling

lustful bodies scraped to ruins

injecting sluggish parts through accidents

into cracked pavements

and viaducts for grand fluids and torpid leftovers

they claim to be the centerpiece of creation

not a failed madonna

with frozen intestines

of which the fleshless state beckons a redefinition

the carnivorous:

a template for all lovers

and insects

the old will swallow the modern

your life held at a curatorial distance

tailormade for a foreign body

celebrated in circles you will never frequent

≈

COMMITUNS!

unseasoned seasons

come passing through like piglets:

guilt, shame, fear, regret.

*

beach monkeys will steal your nuggets

order your fries in geometrical shapes

tip the waves

*

she cigarette burns

twice

*

paint your lips

blowjob the system

*

wolf spells flow

immanuel spells leunammi

me began as question

all that flowers

must junk

---

BCA

"faith is immedia
  
 cy after reflection"

 these are sad tim

 es old roman

SPIEL SUCHT SPIELER

let yourself go. don't let yourself go. we aim to present what is best for you. the passage requires a raft, a river, a cliff and a waterfall. we steer clear of melodramas. add fire. put out fire. add town crier and lantern. fog now, all over the cities. let drama take place. hide knives all over the first act. end drama. instigate farce. bring in Racine. or Esther, for the young. have Racine beheaded by a mosquito. show nothing. the actors put themselves on fire. let orgy take place. put out second fire by submerging the ridiculous queen-size bed with everyone in it. add ocean everywhere. sunken treasures. create illusion of map. make third fire under water. add fire engines, drifting out of view, unmanned. set stage for revolution. add dalmatians, three or four, too late. discuss ending, let audience and ensemble come together. add bonfires, then random rituals until curtains. confess a dictatorial view on open dialogue. add postscript; leaflets hurled at the audience by trained orcas. add audience; 16 women in business suits drowned in their seats, semi-grown fins protruding, flapping, to mimic applause. add voiceover: "with a single flower I will break your trust."  

ESCAPE PRESS

you wanted to become one of those hip norwegian refugees / just pack your things and go / hunt for good fortune and never look back / build a life and claim your freedom / under different televised moons in different and less godforsaken parts of the world / somewhere where it is possible to thrive and prosper / to kill the wheel that grinds your bones / throw the millstones of worthless jupiters into brook and pond / just get the money and go / pack your things and go / whore day and night for a year or so / eat whatever comes your way / drink only from the melted snow / to crumble and shiver but go go go / to get on the ferry to denmark and be gone / hide in plain sight everywhere / cringe in undisplayed shame to the bassline of UB40's greatest hits / make love in a couple of bunks just for posterity / eat tapioca and mash with a straw / skip right past the glare of copenhagen bright as day / to become another freeborn bastard child of the highway / throw your thumb for progress and wear the names of all your oppressors / skin the asphalt to the bone and roam quite simply roam / dress your biography with falsitudes for every interested ear / to conjure a whisper that is private to bear / open the door close the door / be kind be kind / to never have spoken a word that speaks of your mind / to cross all borders with a smile / "please please dear officer do not detain the vessel that carries but a little dream" / "here a little paper please let it pass and go" / to ride the wasteland on its veins / skip gently past its human stains / the autobahn slumber the fog horn thunder / to drink and bathe in roadside aquariums / wash with white bars of soap fresh off the trees / "bring me to the ocean please" / to dip in the straight and narrow / "suck my bones lick my marrow" / to paint your shoes in Samarkand / the glitterdome in Abendland / to cross all borders with a smile / climb all mountains like a child / stow away with faultless guile / drink all the wine of France just to see the evening through / in lieu of lust in lieu of love / to drink the blood of every dove / still comfort a farmers maid or two / to whistle on the marsellaise from montpellier to toulouse / sneak across the border bright / stretching out with charmed delight / here and there leave a suitcase behind / full of fragments and fractures for no one to find /

 to listen to the starcrossed fellow / moaning groaning slow to bellow / to notice the move the shift the fullness too / nothing nowhere that will contain a you / the border burns you like a star / to make an imprint of how close you are / to write a story to kill the hero / on every beach you count to zero / the life of ashtrays burned so bright / left you nothing to your sweet delight / to all the waves of needful plight / to cotton skies made ripe for flight / to the bashful demon that holds your oar / a feathered groin to compose your score / to build a canoe from your sweetest wishes / construct a sail of shame and sorrow / to navigate in frameless horror / to the spillings of the ghost you serve / to the spillings that will serve you best / all is forgotten with two tomorrows / and the shyness that curiosity borrows / the million people million zorro's / the million zeus'es and jesus juices / your ark is made of silent wood / hollywood bollywood nollywood / your script was never any good / none shall know your name out here / or hire you for godly measure / a name too strange and out of key / more norwegian than it needs to be / unemployable and white as paint / in every town the women scatter / the rumour of this freedom served / scraps of not unlikely banter / this wine finally / poured from a silly decanter / a refugee of sleight of hand / to look upon the gonads gland / the country the love the dream so tender / to end it in a worthless bender / 

TRENDING MIRACLES AND LONGSHOTS

you were loitering in my dreams, claiming to represent my future. i have nothing against my future. i have always seen my future as being tall, dark and wearing shades. i have, on the other hand, little in common with my past. she resides in a putrid cave. dandruff. even beauty is just a fragment. a naked shoulder in the sun. a shop for stilettos. a thunderbolt undressing. sometimes you were waking up in me; what are we both doing here? we went out for coffee at a horrible place referred to colloquially as cafe body. here we began. your design was beauty, mine was understanding. out of almost nothing sprung holes. regeneration took place where it shouldn't. again, the terror became boring. 

I spoke your t-shirt out loud:

NIKE

NIKE

NIKE

JOHN SEGWAY REMEMBERED

segway speeds off into the setting sun

segway learns humility

segway starts writing poetry

segway gets published

segway sits down to celebrate with an old bohemian plate

segway buys a camera

segway stops to photograph colorful esoteric woman

segway buys a typewriter

segway writes the great czech novel

segway goes on national tv

segway spends large parts of the following nights drinking in nice bars segway will never remember the names of meeting nice people segway will never remember the names of

segway bends down over white powder in cramped bathrooms

segway awakens with hangovers one heavier than the previous until segway starts having panic attacks

segway goes to church and learns about conceptualism

segway opens gallery

segway holds seminal group exhibit called "church of segway" wherein segway contributes several photos of segway naked in front of churches in prague and performance wherein segway meditates during opening hours on the back of two naked women shaping a cross

segway produces a baby

segway gets an assistant

segway opens studio in new york

segway releases memoirs called "the return of segway" in the form of a first person-monologue held by vaclav havel in the honour of segway's life achievements

segway turns 34

segway retires