[ostensibleangel]

A Pilgrimage of Pickaxe and Dagger to the Magnetic Anthill in Paddock of Eyelid Mornings

[ostensibleangel]

Dream of Revolt #488

By Daniel & Jordan Hedington

[wallacepolsom]

Wallace Polsom, Time's Arrow IX; or, State of the Union (21 Jan 2025), paper collage, 18.4 x 33.8 cm.

[mattfractionblog]

from Catching the Big Fish by David Lynch

[ostensibleangel]

Drumming unrest through fragments

you are motorcycle flesh

this road is now a river

tensile as the lightning of your name

[ostensibleangel]

BLOOD OF YOUR OWN

Years swarm from the womb that gave you

the shadow coming down from your blood

a scintilla of breath

fertile silhouette

it was a divided womb

bisecting everything it gave you

Fatal gestures of towers

sinking high into their deepest barrier

their tallest trench

Saltwater origins shining in the body

woven into the pilot

pathless progress

designed for our unfathomable hemispheres

Imprint on these hemispheres

find a slit inside some chemical atlas of truth

we will live longer than the sun

in the eyes of the rope

[ostensibleangel]

[ostensibleangel]

DOGMATIC STAR

Defenestration of freedom

enamored on fevered wing

I leave the body of the air

as a casualty of judgement

Far from the cliches of icicles and bed sheets

far from any human heart

away from the sensibilities of living

There was a demon mirror

it only favored explosions

and all possible obstacles

Eyes are scavengers staring

hoping for patchwork centuries

hoping to be embroidered by sparks

Neglected paws across water

unknowing of themselves

harbor bombed out divinity

and disposable ambitions

They have become winter

They have become stone

Under the peppered black womb of heaven

I wait to be reduced to sunlight

for gilded lilies

and spirits of pyramidal objects

whistling by your window

[ostensibleangel]

LIMINAL

contested spaces over the tongue

no longer a primeval street

hopeless migration phenomenon

lost in information

the summit of perpetual action

endless stillness but not silence

the eye is a ranged weapon

aimed at semantic memory

[ostensibleangel]

[ostensibleangel]

[ostensibleangel]

8 LEGS 9 LIVES

It is falling dark inside this foxhole

day becomes shapeless

a total blinding spasm

it drives the eye away

from our brittle dusk star

Murmurs from the dying kingdom

ivy lightning splintering off

now there is rain with the weight of arrows

You possess a dead calm

with your outline turned against feeling language

Leather mouth radio

hiss of trees and strange laughter of gulls

memories turn to mythology

they are living on

in the drunken limbs of the evening

This is a land of thirst

of thirsting dust

who’s face bends and lacerates the horizon

babbling mirthless noise

into the high world

Forever is the extended present

it moves through us like a phalanx

it bursts open

with cold applause

and strikes with sudden hands

[ostensibleangel]

[kisskisslovebot]

Humanity’s self-alienation has reached such a degree that it can experience its own destruction as an aesthetic pleasure of the first order.

Walter Benjamin, The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction  (1935)

[surrealistnyc]

Meret Oppenheim: My Exhibition is up now through March 2023 at MOMA, with nearly 200 works on display in a survey spanning her life's creative output.

[ostensibleangel]

SEA OF ISLAND HINGES

I am absorbed in your war

it is the reflection

of our mortal pulse

the reproduction of autumnal gulfs

a shared weapon

teeth blue razor’s edge

My bed and shoes eat before me

they are fat with conductive wine

How can I love the timbre of your wire?

all blended fur and nerves

a tail flickers

a head crush

scattered whisker of the non-living road

Even pandemonium dies

in a radiant state

(debris of separation)

inside the iron joints and spirit axioms

of changed reality

and chance passing

[ostensibleangel]

ROPE FACTORY INCANTATION

Leap the void

the dreamer is in the basin

where he becomes dishonest

naked headache mistress

ambient delicious joys enter her heart

every object was abandoned

one last labor pang enumerated

behavior of bones

carved

by valiant mouths

fine tools

happy relics

penciling figures into a web

hidden harmony

thoroughbred cold

ocular pine

blinded with glass

and the proportions of a fawn

the name which riddles newspaper

crawling upon the roof

glory candy

satiny translucent

low violet dusk

blooming under the cataract firmament