about These indicium tales

“No one has determined what the body can do For no one has yet come to know the structure of the body” is a text FROM, at least locally, a manuscript of mine called _These indicium tales_; though globally it’s FROM what I’ve come to think of as my continuous text started in 1996, beginning with _Corpus Socius_ (Ahsahta Press, 2002) and _Aliquid cur vidi_ (Ahsahta Press, 2004) and passing through 4 or 5 subsequent manuscripts to date. A continuous text is a dynamical system and thus entails deeply seeded notions of scale and self-similar patterning.

from These indicium tales

No one has determined what the body can do For no one has yet come to know the structure of the body

—needling beak the wren Her body in ridge between her teeth

of skin Biting is an orifice

 

—Nomos for Hesiod applies to eating human flesh

—saliva rectangle down over chin Must be his daughters move him

beyond satisfaction

—nest & young wrens a mandala Attenuated moist patch below

:::

—white moon Tight orifice then slack

—thighs over belly The speed at which accordance monster literally

are to warn Brilliant red down to grey-red brown-red/Pulling hands

—his very throat Ulcers cover               so many leaves

—a medicine against possession her skin Fresh fleece

Dog star at its highest bunker-in fluids

—riddance

 

—his dog’s tongue from white snout massed Great earthen jars

Any like their event ComposingSoul

—Cups

 

—triangles into orificehead young robins each pore over breast

down to belly

—proprioceptive fibers hand forearm in a stick used for opening

 

The speed from mitts to eyes into anus Monster Under the oak

irides’ purple physical brown

 

 

 

—corpse The referential character some poppies

Of course the birds are young girls

he is inferior God while he is superior God Your tongue it’s there

again

—lash from cheek to eye Flits nuthatch to tree

—such a thing autonomous body clear hole iris in the abdomen

Resistance the arms the legs

 

—such a thing image red-white skin just beyond lips The way

sucking is a false incorporation

—obviates the need for thinking bird the inner the outer lips

Tight day-lilies the little girl

let from dead lung

—hand/weapon/tool

 

—such a thing intention here breast once out from mouth here

—flutter outer lips east west folded into thigh voyeuristic A robin

—societal

—Burbles lung out from body larynx tongue You thing The

humming bird it’s hanging

 

—here’s bodily production thin aquifer the perineum’s hairs chestnut

to translucent Orificeeyes the march between penetration (one

finger and protection (three fingers)

—spoon socket

—here get me out of right away

 

—In this position solid cylinder body Trunk

—each arm leg thickening to torso sitting here

 

 

 

—her body here in skin of tree Rise and fold there are holes

for going in and out

—filth on his inner leg smeared to wing

The thought of another TECHNIQUE sickens me.

—it’s where he took the tendon Common irides

Felt herself beginning to suck Purple dusks and yellows

—paranoiac body vs. parasitic body removes the possibility of consent

1. so distorted as to not be a table her back

2. deeply

1. out from ass chair

2. mum iris vs. American revulsion to stinking body

—hornet backs down on nest The hairs are a binding

with sexuality Such a thing as images