A Secretly Proverbial Heaven

We are sitting on the shore of the island of Crete.

we are Cretans. we are liars.

We are watching a tidal wave rush toward the shore. We know that it will crush us dead, so we tell it that it can never reach us, because it is constantly halving the distance between us and it. And so the closer it gets. The more it slows. Slows. Slows. Suspended forever over our island of liars.

A sea of names is a very easy place to disappear. Especially when the tides are generated from the shore. Ebbing away from a horizon that is itself regressing toward its own horizon.

I have never floated calmly in these waters and I have been caught in many of its storms. Deserted for a time. On an empty island made of sound and light.

Some frantic cosmic fraction
and jesus laughs like a man
The clock panics

into the category of qualities
which is itself a quality: the dark
behind a door related to the morning
we bartered a barely dreamlike earth
for the modern truth about heaven:

we are born from armpits and mouths
forming an uncomfortable alliance with a name

Jeff Buckley - Hallelujah

This song is beautiful, and beautifully performed. Emjoy.

Exoricism of the Ineffable [2]

disfigured by their cravings.
tempted like devils to shine brightest in the sky.
impaled on their shadows.
they murdered their bodies to release their souls.
then they murdered their souls to free their bodies.
they too seek a savior.
craven by the object of his revelation.
they build themselves a martyr
because they cannot kill themselves.
because they let themselves be forgiven.

their salvation is apocalyptic.
their gods are bereft of mythologies.
their rapture was patterned on a fading song.
they just want to dream somewhere else.
their vertigo plays patterns.
they don't thirst where they pray.
they lament the darkness.
they negate the night.

freedom from life is life exorcising itself of its own vigor, impure, hostage to an endless vertigo which exalts all the perverse possibilities which come with annointing oneself the finger of god. a magic knot played by numbers haunts our infancy like an evil apparition. death is the cure for men whose incarnation is a blasphemy against the illumination that is imprisoned in this shell. hearts devoured in this space yearn only for a getaway, which climaxes in oblivion.

Urizen: Part IX: The Law [Final]

the product originated
in the element
of a vexed reduction.
a revolution of seven symphonies
each with seven symphonies
which revolved around them
unto infinity

the newtonianism
of seven gravities
collecting in a laugh
like an oscillating wave
or a heartbeat
which doubles and halves
like the radiance of a drop
of water.

the jaws of seven gods.
with three eyes
and two hearts
beat like sore red orbs
encased in names.
the spectre of an echoing
angle, arrangements
made against the same.

a factory originates in a landfill
the mouth of the devourer
then on into hell.

the law generates prisons
which encapsulate like nations
the world cracks like a map

time becomes a clock
every moment is numbered
the measure measures itself
and becomes is own projection

but
with an infinitessimal measure
everything becomes infinte

Urizen: Part VIII: Countdown

into its engine
its parts fall
one by one
parametric possibilities
until everything is reduced
to the ratio

and an endless process emereges

f(n) = n
f( f(n) ) = n
f( f( f(n) ) ) = n
f( f( f( f(n) ) ) ) = n
f( f( f(n) ) ) = n
f( f(n) ) = n
f(n) = n
f(n) = n
f( f(n) ) = n
f( f( f(n) ) ) = n
f( f(n) ) = n
f(n) = n
f(n) = n
f( f(n) ) = n
f(n) = n
f( f(n) ) = n
f( f( f(n) ) ) = n
f( f( f( f(n) ) ) ) = n
f( f( f(n) ) ) = n
f( f(n) ) = n
f(n) = n
f( f(n) ) = n
f(n) = n

n=n

Urizen: Part VII: Lossy Compression

the line becomes
a circle becomes
the line
becomes
a circle
the zero divides
into the line
becomes a circle becomes
the line
becomes
a circle
becomes its
reflection

Urizen: Part VI: The Counting Argument

the line becomes
a circle becomes
a figure 8 knot
the line
becomes
a circle

the container penetrates
what
the zero divides

under the pressure
what is in what is not
becomes its
reflection.

Urizen: Part V: Period Doubling Bifurcation

the line becomes
a circle becomes
a figure 8 knot

the container becomes
to capture
the antibody
bifurcation matrix
the one
penetrates
what
the zero divides
under the pressure
of the red/black binary tree
of life.

the sepia tone desert
becomes its
reflection.

what is in what is not

and then

the line
becomes
a circle
becomes a figure
eight
knot.

Urizen: [Part IV: Compression Bilocations]

the line becomes
a circle becomes
the container becomes an antibody

a figure 8 knot

to capture
the frozen landscape
reflected

under the pressure
of the line
becomes
a circle

the sepia tone desert
bifurcation matrix
red/black binary tree
of life.

and then the one
penetrates
the zero envelops
what is in what is not

and becomes its
reflection.

Urizen [Part III: Containment Strategies]

the line becomes
a circle becomes
a figure 8 knot
the container becomes an antibody
changes to capture
the frozen landscape reflected
under the pressure
of negations

the sepia tone desert
the apple becomes a sausage
bifurcation matrix
red/black binary tree
of life.

the line
becomes a circle
and then the one
penetrates
the center of
zero.

the zero envelops what is in what is not
and becomes its
reflection.

Nominal Dysphasia

why haven't we raged of waiting?
to polarize sensations like life expentancy
into alienations, open to the baby
who dictates the explanations
you glaze before buying
in a waste of multiplication

waver away!
they dictate as you glaze
your maidens mainlining the sameness.
wavered with multiplications of appropriations
created by the vain.

the graces of pay we need.
because we can't break it elsewhere
because we let ourselves be become

dates with two-way chaos
evade the behaviors of one who
raged in their behavior
saved in face of the savior.

Urizen [Part II: Container Magick Defense Operation Alpha]

Urizen

Part II: Container Magick Defense Operation Alpha

the container, an antibody
sought for changes to capture
the frozen landscape reflected
in a prophet's regress
of a frantic innocence
mirroring a solemn experience

under the pressure,
a symphony imprisoned
in the ice mountains
of Svalbard
burning with negations
the sepia tone desert
rewritable storage cache
shift left then right
node pointer to pointer
bifurcation matrix
red/black binary tree
of life.

the apple becomes a sausage
pluming from a tree of meat
the line becomes
a circle becomes
a figure 8 knot
when twisted
and then the the one
penetrates
the center of
zero.

and what the one penetrates
the zero divides
becoming a mere
negation.

there either is
or there is not

the zero envelops what is in what is not
and becomes its
reflection.

the line
becomes a circle

Hello All

I have begun a new blog for featuring completed works of my digital poetry selection. Base Nothing has always been for critical essays and theory while Base Infinity has been a sketchbook for my poetry. I wanted to consolidate those poems which I consider to be "completed works" as opposed to "sketches" so I have started a third blog called Cardiac Neuropathy for such works. On it I will feature the definitive collection of my works which I consider to be "unimpeachably completed."

Take care all,

dt

Urizen [Part 1: The Mechanism]

mechanisms can
mechanisms can flee
the wasted engine
can flee
the mechanisms
that can flee
the wasted engine

our senses have evolved
to divide.
(information into uniformity).
the tongue tasting the
tongue. auto mated approach.
optimal hybrid divide algorithm.
so indistinguishable.
it is no longer perceived.
technique&tool
“to divide is to hybridize.”

preprogrammed into the nervous system: i am lying constructs a high-performance hybrid algorithm. including matrix multiply into the macroScope. & typeSort. asymptotic abstraction: “the brain is a machine for analyzing differences & reducing them to recognizable patterns.“

all memory locations are equidistant. & instructions are introduced sequentially & in Order. to distinguish between similar & different abstract ideas. no two are alike/dissimilar.

reality&perception.
reality&deception. reality&conception,
reality&reception, reality&exception.

the precept&perceptual processing.
we have lost the distinction
between perceptual processing. & bisection.

the hOle is a cirOle. perpendicular lines passing through the CenteR.
the whOleness has been sliced by a knife. juicy&mutable.
a spongiForm tunnel. beyond opinion&circumstance. stuff.
antithesis of eYe.
light.

“& though light allows us to see. it is itself invisible. the candle that lights the way for others. consumes itself.”

Something New

Hello all. I'm trying something new, in fact, writing poetical responses to videos (musical or otherwise) that are inspired by the visual and thematic imagery of (in our first example) the song, Up Jumped the Devil one of my favorite songs by one of my favorite artists, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. I hope you enjoy,

dt

Old Scratch

the most beautiful fruit thinks in snakes
self-portraits summoned in circus mirrors
peopling the golden spiral
in the ghosts of grave robbers
and overdosing doctors
whose torsos reach
from the clay walls
in which their bodies
are embedded.

god must be leglike
in the organized reflexes
that mix the limbs and nerves
mysterious, like sociopaths
who pray for their day
of judgement.

bone chains
bind us to the flames
in the moisture of desire
the echoes of their laughter
makeshift dreams buckling under
the confinement of love
led by the strings of Old Scratch
what dream will play you
into his machine
what dream will bait you
toward the darkness?