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Holy Saving Time Smoking Tree’s Side Burns || Jared Joseph


HOLY SAVING TIME SMOKING TREE’S SIDE BURNS

 

colloquy in the side of angels

god, his angles, bond to flowers

ours a sexual flower angels, pollinate

the sky holy holy holy sky glasspollinating

facing pane, & hurt & Tetris

facing pane, & hurt & Tetris

facing pane, & hurt & Tetris

pacing brushes on the eye

glass got in me, vibrate

kind of shutting out Come?

shut out Come? I really

needed it in, the hollow of her

eyes, on the hollow in his

her, in the hollow in her

his, in the hollow in this

forewater dust, reed, Tess asks

Tess asks for black, Russ asks softly aft

er her, Tess asks inside of her

Rush ages her inside

all ranges out, folded towels, all rang out names

folded towels, all times cry, all folded

hurt tonela, translucent

 

 

chocolate comes from horse hooves,

& horse hooves grow up

on the cacao plant.

 

 

 

Goodbye little flowers

there’s a narrative

 

that justifies me

 

His french name is Jean

 

 

 

 

his soul i feel

 

is not adequately described

 

he says the soul apart from mind

 

he says the soul a part of actions

 

the thing that actually terrifies

 

and torments his sleep

 

other comments

 

 

 

 

this book is so rich

 

some people try to teach it

 

in one semester

 

i think that i could teach it for a decade

 

look for the whiteness of the whale

 

 

 

Chapter 42.

 

 

 

*                                                 Intellectual Agility

 

 

if you look at the w

 

hiteness of the w

 

hale the superiority of things that are w

 

hite

 

if you read a speech of Abraham

 

Lincoln he will start conceding

 

point after point and you think stop but he is hiding

 

 

 

an absolutely crucial point

 

point that overturns the other points

 

 

 

at the end of the paragraph he doesn’t even start

 

over again this here

 

more a panic to the soul this weight

 

that is emotional it

 

overturns and makes everything trivial

 

previous

 

 

 

it’s somebody sailing in fact

to the south pole

 

 

the Tasmanians are black

 

the horror that rises out the sea is white

 

it is very similar to what

 

Melville does here

 

he never apparently

 

mentioned Poe

 

 

 

when an older book is looked at

 

it is locked in

 

to a conceptual system

 

but when you actually look

 

at the literature their directions

 

 

 

if you bring to

 

bear on literature

 

assumptions that you brought

 

from undergraduate festival reservations

 

then there’s Poe

 

 

 

his language becomes so

 

very elegantly persuasive elegantly hyperbolic

 

absolutely

 

incomparably fine as

 

this is rising music

 

things he treats more passively

 

 

 

This elusive quality

 

That induces panic

 

to the dumb gloating of their aspect

 

combining as mutually modifying

 

adjectives t

 

hat you really don’t expect together

 

all these varieties of whiteness

 

events that are also visions

 

are white

 

the squalls and the squid and all the rest the albatross

 

 

 

his attention

 

and Ahab’s attention are

 

focused

 

on this thing

 

he goes through all this

 

on my page 169

 

 

 

he’s always aware of the rhetorical

 

strategies

 

that he’s using

 

he’s always aware that the at

 

tempt to be de

 

scribe fails

 

 

 

is it that violent indefiniteness?

 

 

 

here is Moby Dick i mean

 

here is Melville

 

and then pulling it

 

into a conception of the universe

 

as a theological concept

 

ion

 

 

 

what seems to be a sort of detour

 

what is this universe

 

how are we to understand the beauty that we are

 

always susceptible to it he de

 

scribes it he creates it deepest floaw

 

so far

 

as we experience it

 

so hauntingly

 

disinclined to statement or de

 

finition

 

 

 

he says and this is on page 170 of mine

 

 

 

he says uh

 

he’s saying the theory of life

 

paints like a harlot

 

the charnel house within

 

with its own blank tongue

 

the policy of the universe a leper

 

glosses upon their eyes gazes himself a shroud

 

blind albino whale

 

people are buried to their necks

 

not to overdramatize

 

you’ve certainly thrown your life away

 

 

 

stare out the cigarette and smoke

 

i never showed that the window

 

i feel that we are creatures who can know

 

we’re nothing in the universe accept creatures

 

who can understand

 

and graduate it does not have my name written on it

 

motherfucker who’s totally gold.

 

 

 

But the ten percent shot you

 

out the door

 

But the ten percent you

 

shot out the door

 

when the light drug right

 

 

 

i drink whiskey in the am

 

the being is a big soft armour

 

i zipped you into me & you were

 

like on your period i was like

 

i like that and mark

 

zuckerberg likes that when he

 

like jerks off on his bed of money i think

 

of scrooge mcduck doing butterfly

 

strokes in his gold

 

i stroke in my gold

 

too

 

there are strokes of gold in my

 

ballhair like a wreathe

 

when i bereave a person i bereave in god

 

inside his golden scrotum

 

hair i know not names

 

of different kinds of hair i guess there

 

are coiffs there is the buzzcut there is the straight

 

-edge nazi cut which i always found very

 

ironic i mean not ironic so much as

 

appropriate a militant pacifist told me my

 

shoes are white on black crime

 

i was in the north side

 

plaza of granada getting high and this

 

guy’s like your shoes have white laces and your shoes have black leather

 

i said do you have other shoelaces

 

Other guy said like i am from nigeria

 

i used to drum here but now i have to peddle weed and by the way

 

do you want some weed took me to his apartment

 

there was a child there she had soft gold scrotum hair

 

i liked her i took my laces off i was ashamed

 

sometimes you do things you don’t know you do things

 

do on this ball?

 

the whole time soft zipped together in our

 

own link.

 

i drank ceremonial motor oil and killed a sheep took it

 

apart on the backyard pool table

 

Sudu threw the black bladder at his sister

 

i threw the black bladder at sudu

 

it wasn’t black and what is that

 

what type of show is that

 

there is a joke in me

 

there is tomato juice in that man’s coke can

 

i never believed you when you said i came out of my mom

 

came from where you came from

 

my leg doesn’t have a dick but i remember an orgasm there

 

it doesn’t matter whose

 

the whole matter unzips

 

turnips, there are a few days left of this man’s hair

 

i don’t know hairs’ names

 

i’m going to talk

 

magazines with kids and be like

 

fuck magazines it’s all about BOOK4.pdf BOOK5.pdf BOOK6.pdf

 

i didn’t much like BOOK7.psd

 

i don’t have flashbacks the present comes a little later

 

our next title’s dead horse

 

 

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Jared Joseph  is boring.