chloride, az

mural by purcell

chloride, az

chloride, az

chloride, az

chloride, az

chris dominick with his new hat

The same man.

He said any tool

to kill a snake.

Tumors filled the books.

Books filled the shelves.

True unadulterated annoyance.

And he would pray

for god.

south beach

pelts

charmer

dentist

Watching a musical about cannibalism.

They eat and drink

until unborn.

Rolling on back and belly.

Speaking in terms the world will never know.

 

In a red-neck bar the sawdust would soak it up.

In the sub-basement of the most secret society

The marble floor would be stained.

 

Head to foot on the grass.

Under 14 tons of old school steel.

You asked if I was happy with the struggle?

 

The Red Badge of Courage.

The Scarlet Letter.

Passion and sand in some one else’s car.

 -jesse bercowetz

The bed.

I woke from the pills.

Fists thrusting into the thick

negative space above me.

Oxygen depleted

air like a slab-

floral foam.

 

The rampage of drowning.

 

I had not learned to breath.

Did not know:

we all here have insomnia-

and they where dancing

sleepless in the cafeteria

I danced differently.

It put me on the street at 3am.

Swimming like a bastard.

-jesse bercowetz

Hell.

You would not believe

the sinful things I’ve done

with your picture on my computer screen.

Charge the citadels.

Charge the citadels.

Charge the citadels.

 

Buttery hair.

Bulging lips.

 

Only piercing holes to figure things out.

Fang marks not needing to know.

-jesse bercowetz

They walked against cancer,

big and black, wearing pink cotton.

The font was circus.

Misty eyes.

And if they were zombies.

And if they were revolution.

And if they were pre-anger,

post-knowledge.

 

They would split our skulls-

feast on our brains.

And we would have only mowed

30 of them down

in our Ford 150.

Wipers on.

Coffee splashes, spills. Warm puddle.

Cold mark.

And they would stand up.

And they would feast.

And they would walk

with out stretched arms.

 - jesse bercowetz

 

The alarm rang

near my head like a miracle.

Waking as every day

untreated.

Wanting to touch sleepy lips

and peak for skanky panties.

(later)

A converse of distraction

played out in separate languages.

Those lines deep get covered over

in wanton neglect and fading recall.

Trance images out the window, running

with putrid crustacean in tow.

(even later)

None  barrier of dignity and bullshit

travel pass in hand. Saved,

bound, free of mind- soaked in a bicoastal cocktail.

The fruit of a scarcely fabricated perspective-

the racing tension as if a word

the world would never know.

A taste triggered familiar. The craving,

optimism inhaled like glue from a bag

Until desire unborn.

Did we learn this at the movies,

in the books,

from the anxiety of those before us.

 -jesse bercowetz

 

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A queen type she entered

sleepy eyed, lip crust,

matted hair with a swagger.

Ignored hierarchical the several rows.

 A captive audience.

Wrapped in a yellow plastic robe.

 Institutional stick to your skin-

shoulder pads and stethoscope. More

guarded accoutrements in a clear plastic bag.

Urine stench and attitude. Hating

the pedophile, the father, confused for the son.

The women, the man –

she threatened with a late night drunken bomb scenario.

And then to the guard:

I don’t even mind kickin your ass or any ones ass.

Fuck you Mr. no ass.

You gotta have ass to kick ass.

You keep it over there I’m not tryin to catch nuthin in the air.

Have a seat she said-

On her way out and to the store.

 - jesse bercowetz

 

bercowetz / bua

editing carlos vela

...as if politics was not division by nature.

-hitchins

...come, come, whoever you are.

wonderer, worshipper,

 lover of leaving.

it doesn't matter.

ours is not a caravan of despair...

- rumi

...i walk into a huge pasture

i nurse the milk of millennia...

-rumi

...in ignorance and folly

when my wings i spread,

from palace unto prison

i was swiftly sped...

-rumi

...the world a lone spirit

inhabiting.

like a snake i crept

with out foot or wing...

-rumi

...yet for the drum-tap

from the world of all

into this perishing

land i did fall...

-rumi

...lions emblazoned high on flags

unfurled- they wind invisible

sweeps us through the world.

-rumi

...the phantom sentries, 

who with batons drawn

guard beauty's place-gate

and curtained bower,

give way before him,

unafraid he passes,

and showing the king's

arrow, enters in.

-rumi

...oh' music is the meat of all who love, 

music uplifts the soul to realms above.

the ashes glow, the latent fires increase:

we listen and are fed with joy and peace.

-rumi

up, o ye lovers, and away! 

'tis time to leave 

the world for aye.

hark, loud and clear

from heaven the from 

of parting calls- 

let none delay!...

-rumi

...poor copies out of heaven's originals, 

pale earthly pictures mouldering to decay,

what care although your beauties break and fall,

when that which gave them life endures for aye?...

-rumi

...oh never vex thine heart with idle woes: all high discourse enchanting the rapt ear, all gilded landscapes and brave glistering shows fade-perish but it is not as we fear...

-rumi

Paul Thek

The worst crime is faking it.

- Kurt Cobain

Dante was a sectarian and a mystic but he was right to reserve one of the fieriest corners of his inferno for those who, in time of moral crisis, try to stay neutral.

- Hitchens

A cult of death need of the simple striking arm under the street lamp. The cutters from under their rented earth. Come up, black dada nihilismus. Rape the white girls. Rape their fathers. Cut the mothers' throats.

- LeRoi Jones

manslaughter trail for british artist.

maurice agis. 

two women killed by his sculpture "dreamspace"

fear trumps compassion

"It's not true unless it makes you laugh, but you don't understand until it makes you weep." 
Shea and Wilson, The Illuminatus

there is more to history than politics. politics is to civilization what the ego is to self.

-william irwin thompson, at the edge of history

" it makes no difference what men think of war said the judge. war endures. as well ask men what they think of stone. war was always here. before man was, war waited for him. the ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner. this is the way it was and will be. that way and not some other way." 

blood meridian, cormack mccarthy

" i slept with faith and found a corpse in my arms on awakening; i drank and danced all night with doubt and found her a virgin in the morning.

- aleister crowley

But he says, "Get rid of these dark thoughts,"

And he gets rid of these dark thoughts.

And what could he say,

And what could he do

That's any better?

Robert Desnos