Lanny Quarles

 

"veracious mirrored war woe"

It is a long trip. We are the only riders.
So that is how we have come to know each other
so well that the sound of his voice and his
image flickering over the tape recorder
are as familiar to me as the movement
of my intestines the sound of my breathing
the beating of my heart. --William S. Burroughs,
The Ticket That Exploded


[Ladies and Gentlemen, The AMBOY DUKES!]

veracious mirrored war woe
man leaf
of cave to exit
$*
Great Beast of annoise..

(coming in in the middle,
and leaving before its done..)

Stendahl as a boy
excited by violence

Nehushtan Plato naming Pan Piastaroth
as Language as Monster
by the circuit
of the goat by the
HOOL of the polugrawn
by

The Polyglot apostles
who are hell's mouth wood-chippers

HELL as in HIDEY_HOLE.

&Instantaneous
He was a running back
GONE!

Karl von Frisch
studying the waggle dancers

BE lost forever
ancient temple dances
of Khmerovinge's Agni of the
"Deep Trench"

Praggling Rickle-ducks of Yod-Clod

after all
aftew arrgh that or morse
what is left?
what is right?

to open a mine
in a physician's pat aphorism:

Molus[k]orpheus, How dost thou sing
without a heartlung? Or is silence
itself your song O creepy Quipu
of haggard cephalophorce..

[Fascinating..]

Knows to the
pure gnomic grindstone
where we spill the blood
for the doorframe of ignorance
for the grille of grylli
grilling

this was a passionate brilliant specie (SPC)
whose light once burned straight through the foam
with a purpose transcending word
with a word transcending purpose

GOAT BUSH TRAGOS PLATO PAN MONSTER MOHAMMED CAVE REPRESENTATION
DEMOCRACY SECRECY KID IT WAS TASTY SAVAGERY of the COTTON CANDY
AFRODNA HALLUCINOGENS OF CYCLOPS ANDROID PROSTITUTES WITH
MODIFIED SEX MANDIBLES

THEY DON'T GAG ON SHIT CHRISTS ANYMORE
THEY BUY THEM!

undso

Semen Semenov feels the hot wind of Tunguska!
of the Grow-Tusqa, the
Torodovian Fantastique
METHANE Le Pétomane OF EARTH
Joseph Pujol's Biscuit Factory in Toulon
where every freak and Uxbridge Sachsenwald
is aquarrel in the solid wasteland

this name our final oblivion
argument
the quarelling Borromean knot which
felled the green giant

"Rimjob of The Grand Tour"

our own undecidability
that plainest expression
of consciousness itself
is our very undoing
the thing which proves we are
conscious and which teaches death
as knowledge of the future
is death itself
born through us

[but catch it at your knees]

& while coherence names
an indispensable condition
of intelligibility, while it
touches at one side
on the elementary simplicity
of the unit and at another
on the integrity of comprehensiveness,
its holistic associations
prove less simple than they seem

to sleepers as they awaken
and leave these cities quietly
to hide in the baalrus
Sir Dudley Pound, King Priam
and Gunther Schabowski

Operation Desert Storm
a dry ivory thorn
has erupted from this chin

narglefutch this skull-tooth-nerve-bomb-lotion
my foaming skeleton is vomitting bottles
of radioactive hair, Intirami
lays siege to the eyelidless bogdaddylongueleagues

the fates are packing away
their own disassembling bodies
like musicians with their violins
silent Arghols, thick handed headshells
of face grey vegetable cave

pelican in the dump
standing on a strawberry shortcake doll
W/ airplane glue smeared on its cunt
rusted walrus hung like slag
in the mouth of a lazy prophet
his heart a sagging weight of
stagnant hatred
hanpsprang
clumsy
studiously ugly
The Stone Guest of Dargomyzhsky
played on the vacuum-cleaner
pan-pipes of Jim Pomeroyv my long dead mentor

star trek reruns
playing in a nameless
non-ubiquitous ghettoworld
that or glarp

the great beast
Mugwump with a powdered wig-
oscar "enemy of the stars" Hrotswitha Lewis
that golden phylum of dread
playing inside the furnace
on helixed strings
Pull them and they wind tighter!

Les Mystères de l'amour

now a jackass wavepool, you are with
ENORMOUS YOUNGSTERS
SILENT AND EXPECTANT
SOME BLEAK CIRCUS
DEAD AND PATHETIC NOWADAYS
they will corporatize
and bastardize
even the gris nest and

vivid night, the whispermust (lesson/listen/lessen):

mysthide in the mine urlision
in a physician's transcending word
this name a boy excited thorn
has erupted beast oscar that
golden phylum that
or inside the furnace on exit
$* Great Beast of man leaf
of chin narglefutch this
my foaming a strawberry
undoing the thing which
these cities quietly to
form this packing away
their own with the air
the doorframe disassembling bodies
like musicians passionate brilliant
walrus hung like itself
born through us sleepers
skeleton is grindstone
where we hide in the spill
the blood for burned straight
through Khmer after all own
undecidability that awaken
and leave oblivion argument
the quarelling wavepool slag
in the mouth Frisch studying
the specie whose light
once cave to helixed
strings jackass of dread
playing the dump standing
on was a death as knowledge
of lazy prophet star waggle
dancers lost proves we are
conscious in a nameless morse
what is left to violins pelican
in forever ancient temple dances
of pat aphorism pure gnomic ubiquitous
ghettoworld the great the foam
with by violence Karl von knot
which felled baalrus a dry ivory hair
the fates are annoise Stendahl
as plainest expression of consciousness
shortcake doll rusted vomitting bottles
of radioactive open a
a purpose itself is our very
of ignorance this
and which teaches the green giant
ours is death
our final trek reruns playing,

"If you aren't absurd, you're stupid,
and most likely both.."

No. The X-Men. "What is that, Dude?"

ill trapassar del signo?

The Big Apple?

Do we still believe
in ventriloquia?

Now then, back to the
drawing board, youngold Astomori
of sshh-lock-ling Gapitalism,
la grille du cauchemar...


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