17 August 2022
p0sthuman: the evening before p.102
originally called ‘untangle’ and had a few more lines
on the origin of
first there’s a purple gradient mauve from nowhere and from nowhere a stream of mauve tiles issues, by their shadows you shall know them as they turn this violet stem into murmurs murmuring buddy bud bud ’cos
just some spunk slipped past your thought, skipped schemes its rich head wrigglers semi cell packs jacked in milky skeins their blind gradients one of them merges with a giant globe rises through the transept of all possible praise ’cos
every accident is frozen every event locked forever in the database of all that was so why do I spend so much time-and-energy trying to reinvent it the…
drum roll…
past? ’cos
yeah, it’s not an unrealistic captain’s call late in the closing quarter merely trying to invent my little version of ‘how this game goes’ in the present never mind ‘what comes next’ for now is now is
Easter Saturday and all of Melbourne’s stop start traffic to the shack shops sport footie roos dogs get to family mum dad lover lonely epidemic kids it’s Holy Saturday holy smoke windscreens dissolve in light for what comes next? the furnace resurrection redux
a moment too soon for us as in all moments and no time returns ’cos