on certain stones: certain stones emit electromagnetic vibrations to which the temporal lobes of the brain are very sensitive. the part of the brain affected is deep within the cerebral cortex that houses memory and emotion. you consider emotions living beings hathor is the heavenly cow who nurses the newly dead from her udder. hathor’s legs hold up the sky. hathor’s belly is filled with stars. in the evening the sun, flies into her mouth. hathor is your lady of the stars, lady of milk and desert
writings
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summer lighting: these lightningscoming down at odd hourssome in fading night sky’s shimmer looks like living crystalsfalling throughthe morning’s milliseconds –as future lovers stealing glimpsesto orientate themselves beforethe impact as if anyone or any object or intervention or plea could change their flaming course
07.01.2024
–this is the darkest veil
06.29.2024
be a lotus: you are awakened by a word said out loud to you, it is not “ice” though it is somehow relating to “ice” or it relates to “writing” or it relates to “being.” you can’t seems to explain this better than “one word” is all the practice you need, though you cannot bring this word with you back into daily consciousness then you see a lotus in three layers, divided down the middle, like a section cut: one, stem. two, lower petals. three, upper middle or seed head. so, you ask; “what do you want?” and it answers…
06.20.2024
amoeba: you are a strange amoeba. as amoeba, there is no scale, no difference in large or small to you. you see things you forget as fast as they appear though you try to hold on to their images. you see nuclear blasts repeatedly; you see nuclear blasts repeatedly; you see creosote, your favourite chihuahua plant being. you see the tiny fur like hairs on its seed pods, they open in blinding sunlight. they open in radiant light, then grandma’s voice is descending on you as fall out saying; keep trying, persist, persist
06.18.2024
–girls breaking down become playground
06.17.2024
girl:you see a girl about three years of age. cowboy boots and curly ponytail. her skirt crawls up, her pantyhose has holes at the knees, knees are dirty, dirty pantyhose from playing in dirt, dirt streaks between her fingers. sticky. she comes over handing you; a stone. “what is this?” you ask her, aware your accent might drive her away – even the shortest sentences reveals it. “a girl she says.” “oh i see, does she have a name?”. “yes, girl.” she replies. runs off leaving you the girlstone. you lay it down next to the book and read on.…
06.17.2024
8:00am–ilskan
06.17.2024
“(…) delayed culture shock has many different effects, time spans, and degrees of severity. many people are impaired* by its presence and do not recognise what is bothering them” *compromised, damaged or weakened
06.15.2024
“one day, i stood in front of my family i said i wouldn’t sleep one more night at homei said i had to leave and find myself find my self how?i will go in to exileexile where?i will go cross the deserti want to go forward“
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