Wednesday 14 October 2015

GUEST POST: I read to the middle (Seekers of Lice)

“today I would portray the world from an ant's-eye view 
and tomorrow as the moon sees it”     
Hannah Hőch




I read to the middle objects put where as she went out and in
the middle lye in bed that contains them brushed slight against it
sheets of clean newness (envelope) coat hung in the bed
papered and enveloped light cuts them out -room doorway she beneath


what do you want


meaning she had a diamond


would live forever
beneath the lamp sold for a coat of fox fur over forever sheets the
two fingers laid on your coat a coat of astonishing beauty the overcoat and the moon rose
skin with meaning diamond became fox beauty she changed the bed sheets each


each day a cough signed she was


make out self's feathers


odds and evens oddness added
there her heart beat faster like air and habit following breadcrumbs
(beating) under the covers collapsing a mathematical room undoing dangers
eating bread and butter end papers oddness each time tell something re


-vealing tearing dis


yawn and trail trying to be plain


wondering as she wore it
-traught clothes off about what's not plain at people in her mind who
as precedent of what pretence of understanding saw cruelty of beauty and
breadcrumbs laid trailing of hardening steeled (Larionov and Goncharova)


I'm beginning to see how it


what if it all turned in


it's strange nonetheless
might go don't talk what -side out if skinned accounting for things
of sonnets on shirts fox cries for its fur trying to keep fed a
of the skin of things fox sharps monstrous fabulous teleology each day


each day cleaning the filter


rubbish and cherish


hastening towards you
take out the rubbish such dazzling beauty now and now and now
accounting for things could the fox be more is that the true answer?
devious and interesting undone without precedent this now is a true story


how true in a sleepdream


parting and longing


striking like a match
writing around talk of ev- it's strong and fond the bread rising
erything quick jump the more powerful than strong and fond it's
lazy dog's back lust which lusts of soft like your inner thigh


& all the rising nothingness

 
in the cold yellowish sky


he loves even the dog on
a beetle walking breaking the journey the street his beloved lives
across the bed or sky egg blue there's a little spy hole
where there's no bedhead returns to life a dead hero and even the dog sees


should we be more


swan geese migrating odds


the yellow river the blue
at odds with one another Mongol Daguur to Yangtze River river the Yangtze river

Poyong Lake and Fengsha Lake afternoon light on the

the wintering ground jagged grey mountains


the fractured of days


pupin coils at the ready


no status flayed & visceral
dailiness of microfarads resisting current resonance sometimes the hero is cut to
light stray currents monotonous whine pieces and put together again
iron grey saturation electric loneliness only to read the story's feather


what the poet did or said


like a private letter


tonight the moon's so big
talking of nothing a clod ex babbling beyond all measure when pins & needles I sleep
empt our stories words et hurrying on roses love flee new phone needs no pupin coils
-iquettes touching -ting passions eat now! describe your muscle-thoughts


describe an ashtray


semolina lemon


 the yellow beak of day
a heart a muscle a stilt a letter he says or so you've had the
a wound a suture a structure a suture say-so ten lines tenden-
a letter a stilt ambition regret tiousness of song or lilt


babbling beyond all measure


groin crotch and lap


we thinking we
lilt like a private letter without one of us know something hidden
I'm half-hearted half- she wrote it on her groin the wood grain laps
baked but rising like dough the paper printed on her lap & swells


within crystals particles


ultramarine peach slick


unfocused close up (lips) the
move like ants or flocks of birds stroking the side of your ear shape of heat bodies make
colloidal suspension ear is lucent licking your lips pleach parfait heliotrope flash
something blurted cobwebs brush the floor without the yellow beak of


strongest on earth


mysterious mould on the wall


I've come to tell you
a limpet's tooth to pleasure flies you and me the sun's warm no scores but
day still over-excited still exercised still fantasizing blossom on brick
eat what you're good at



blossom stutters stum


the nightingale's voice


I've come to tell you
-bles more like itself that and nothing more I've come to tell you
logic ends in lucent liquid shivers falls to seduce you


thumb's prick tongue


I dream your body


flurried particle on particle
my skull-bone flêche dream of fleshly flesh and chance alerts you to your life
thighs muscles of this shivers flurried lead vibrates along the line


we part and simultaneously


we part and simultaneously


embedded in such varietals
(bird cherry) he's lost & (bird cherry) he's lost & to the right of her groin
look what's come to light look what's come to light a golden hair


rude mechanics of limbs


what touch or itch


you think of lips


canto della moscha
what hot and screech and all around we screech of lightness
inside outside ver all around the small things slip
-min apple-pink skin we hone ourselves hairs pollinate


apple-pink skin



palpable sun in an
thin insects' bodies   I've come to you empty room you
moths combs dust
entering room and sunlight
so purposeless
waiting to be felt



palpable she notes it


withal and happy

impatiently patiently tuned

static blossoms to fizz 






ABOUT:
seekers of lice is an artist and writer working with text through artist's books, poetry, interventions, exhibitions, installations and performance. Recent books include Encyclops. 2014 ( if p then q), and Fly-leaf, which is currently being exhibited in the 7th International Artist's Book Triennial in Vilnius, Lithuania.
seekers of lice has work in many public collections including ten books in the Artists' Book collection at Tate Britain, and has published work in magazines including VLAK, Rattle and onedit.






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