ALL THAT I CAN SAY IS THAT I AM SAYING SOMETHING IMPORTANT

DESPERATELY

EVEN WHILE REALIZING THAT THE GREAT "IT ALL" AMOUNTS TO NO-THING

LITERALLY

POETICS OF DIRT, DUST, EARTH, SHIT

AESTHETICS OF FILTH, GRIME, ALGAE, MICROCELLULAR ARCHITECTURE

MOVEMENT OF MEMORY, REPRESENTATIVE OF THOUGHT: STICKY GLUTINOUS PORRIDGE POURING OVER THE CONCRETIZED CRUST OF THE WORLD

FORMALISM OF THE VASE, GOURD, BUCKET: HOLY, NATURAL, FUNCTIONAL

TECHNIQUE OF STACKING, LAYERING, DIRECTIONAL FLOWS: AGAINST GRAVITY, STRATIFIED GEOLOGY, COSMOCOCIC CARTOGRAPHY

THIS WAY OF SPEAKING IN SMALL FRAGMENTS FOR EASE OF RETENTION

ALL THESE MYRIAD DECISIONS ONE MAKES IN SCULPTING THEIR NEURAL BRANCHES

I PONTIFICATE, I AM A PONTIFICATOR, PONTIFICATUS [office], PONTIFEX [high]

BUT FOR WHAT, OF WHAT, FOR WHOM, I DO NOT KNOW

EVERYDAY I WAKE UP AND HAVE THE SAME DESIRE TO ACCOMPLISH

THAT INFINITE TASK WHICH I KNOW WILL NEVER BE FINISHED

EXPERIENCE THE SAME DISAPPOINTMENT FOR HOW LITTLE WAS ACHIEVED

YESTERDAY

EVERYNIGHT I GO TO SLEEP DEPRESSED BY HOW LITTLE WAS ACCOMPLISHED

BUT ALSO STRENGTHENED BY THE FRESH TASKS UNEARTHED

IN MY ATTEMPTS TO EXECUTE THE PREVIOUS INFINITE TASKS

EVERYDAY MORE TASKS EVERYDAY LESS TIME TO ACCOMPLISH

EVERYDAY THE REALIZATION THAT NOTHING WILL BE COMPLETED

NOTHING SEALED EVERYTHING ALWAYS ALREADY OPENING UP

TO REVEL IN THIS CHAOS TO WADE FEARLESSLY INTO THIS DEEP ABYSS

IS ALL I WANT AND ALL I CAN AFFORD

EVERYDAY THAT FOLLOWS FLOWS FALLOW MINUTAE

YESTERDAY

MIND OF THE MORNING

MIND OF THE EVENING

MIND IN THE MORNING

MIND IN THE EVENING

METAPHORS FOR BODY:

SCRIM, MANIFOLD, FOG, HAZE, SPONGE, WEIGHT, RADIATOR, SACK, PUPPET, SHELL, BURDEN, SAUSAGE, TUBE, CONTAINER, PRISM, CONSTELLATION, TREE, STONE, DEATH, RED, AMOEBAE, BUILDING, GRAY, CAKE, CHASSIS, TENEMENT, COMPONENT, LIFE, BEIGE, FIELD, BED, FUSELAGE, PITH, HEART, PURPLE, TEXT, BULK, GROSS, WORK, ENCHILADA, AGGREGATE, QUANTUM, SOAP, BOX, VALLEY, REEF, BOTTLE, PILE, EGG, PINK, ROUND, "S", VISIBLE, SACCHARINE, WORM, HAIR, WAX, CHAIR, HOT, FAT