(NOTE: ALIENATION HAS OPENED IN A NEW WINDOW)
ALIENATION
Poems
1976
TIM JOHNSON
INDEX
1 Innuendo
2 REUNION
4 Smoked into a disposal store
6 Stars
9 Frontier
12 THE ROOM (2)
17 The Painters
18 The Hail
21 The beach
23 At the start
25 Man/Woman
26 5 Senses
27 Rainbows
30 Third Word
32 20 ideas
33 Amuarkuar
34 Apparitions
37 The STREET
39 Joan of Arc
42 evolution
46 Western Man
48 Art & Life
52 New Spectrums on the Damned
53 We sacrifice Life Every Day
55 Landscaping at the Arts Centre
57 Time
58 Titles
61 Y THE MYTH
65 U
66 From medecine to the last man
68 List
69 A day in F
70 Rainbows
71 Sound in G
72 Western Man
73 To poets
74 The day they drowned the movies
75 The river
76 To Angels
78 Time (2)
79 Heart
83 The watchman
84 Alienation
85 Memory
86 Causeway
87 Austral Moon
89 The Planets
90 Time (3)
92 To Painters
94 Sketches
5 people inherited behaviour patterns
100% clear
universe in colour/sound
quintescence (barrier)
Put another log on the fire
What's a good turn?
mind bending
seaweed pizza
organic jam
a shell
4 compass's systems
4 rotated rotable
what's the hardware, works
Cities, pain excitement
The bloody liberals it'll pay then back
Reflection - what you see
yourself coming in any
form whatever -
danger mirror image
levels of consciousness
It's our only chance
to go back into the vault with the forgeries And take out the originals
You cant do that
If we don't the project is finished
This is such a bore I want to be alone with you
It's time are you ready
What time is it 11.45
Kiss him
What kind of girl do you think I am
He's unconscious
I said kiss him
Quick get back outside
What's the time?
7 to 12
Smear your lipstick mess up your hair
Laugh a ha ha ha
Louder
Aha ha ha ha
He's giving you the night off
There's somebody in front of that vault
I don't want to interupt him
What are you going to do?
Never mind get back in the car
Put the keys back
It's too dangerous
Ah yes yes yes yes
These are the originals
It's too late your are caught
Leave their bodies here in the vault
And once we get out over the ocean
Goodbye sweet Kate
How many kisses do I owe you
I'll tell you when when we get back to L.A.
On second thoughts I'll tell you now Oh - the artist
Someone tried to run me down in Paris
Just like that
They thought I was crazy and so did that doctor
What happened
Someone cut the rail
I'm an artist and I 've got my own problems
One of them is finding solitude
You can stay at my place but
I must be able to go on with my work
Follow me
Damn it we'll try another way
There's been a landslide
But it's not possible
I thought the gap was wider
He's going anyway but you'd better step on it
It'll take us 15 years
To get where this road comes out
He's there go into the motel
I was trying to pass you
The roads are narrow
Don't you agree?
What's the idea of the photo
You made such a beautiful picture
I could not resist
What's he want the photograph for
If you looked like this
They'd never recognise you
Hardly my good chap
I've lived with it for a year now do you know
Scared of things that have been happening
I don't believe it it was your idea
What did they mean there isn't much time
Tell us about anyone you spoke to on the boat
I didn't speak to anyone
This photo I know its not very pretty
But is this the man who
Spoke to you in the bar
Who's he?
Oh the amateur
By the way I expected to find you in morning
Are you suggesting that I'm playing it both ways
Did his information die with him
The answer is ...
Can you please tell me something
So I'm not in the dark
Ever heard of the embargo on political materials
I really think you should go back to London
But you stay here
Suppose she says nothing
Because she knows nothing
People are always drowning in meditation
What's the helicopter doing out here
They must be somewhere on this coast
How are you feeling
I'm feeling fine thank you
I'm your freind I've always wanted to help you
Are you allright
Did they hurt you
Can you walk
Yes I can walk I can also run
Have they been giving you drugs? yes
Did they say what it was
They said something about a truth drug
Here slip this on
Quick back here as fast as you can
Quick down the steps
That girl escaped with the gun
You take the east gate I'll take the west
This is only one way out
If I can only get the helicopter over here
Paul I have something for you
What? a gun
He told me to let you have it
Drop the gun
No I must do what he told me
He told me to give you the gun
And that he's going up to the villa
To give himself up
Saind he went up there?
No he went down to the beach
Watervale
Riverton
Red streaked clouds
Winery
Moving dwner and downer
Lost without words
Words without help
Lost many times over
Innuendo signs and symbols
would leave anyone with
a half speed brain mind alone
Add up the years
The changes the models
the goals the sheep the goals
On a train
history doesn't repeat
itself it dissappears into a shelf
A friend or lover
White sun
We lost are own words
And came out the other side
withe a 15 year
old tongue
your jaded faded
inherited tribal eyes
you'd never know
what you're turning inside
out for
Hanging on
All the senses transgressed
Head finally in its place
little hips
not too fleet
growing whole
every station a movement less
4 months of
jumping on the bus
and 7 shots
draw up the connections
4 Smoked into a disposal store
Smoked into a disposal
store in Kings Cross
where history slips through
a charred photograph
All those days on the road
the bus the train on the street
consumed
in an ounce of dusty green
green gold green gold
green gold green gold
green gold green gold
The sleepy backyard
birds chirping
a car door calls
voices rise and fall
Lazy smoke around us
Sunday morning
looking for edges
shedding souls past
Your throat's burning
a long way down
searching out the blind
pain displaced
like a shower of rain
again and again as
time/space flows away
One night sat up
another night flew through
coal black skies
and tomorrow
I'll map out another way
Tomorrow came and went
each idea contrived
every value mutilated
each nervous system inadequate
When words are sound of the universe
the universe defuses
meaning steps over being
Balancing inherited
reactions passed on
from marriage
balancing families of connections
from word to word
abuse to lie
with real double vision
balanced divisions
of charges circles and spherical
space humanist
cloak over the east
Inherited sleep walks
collapses
Inherited gods turn into ghosts
who disappear
Bring you legs up again
I feel the heat
like a winding track
and a west wind
blowing east
your humanist eyes took over
this cell of a room
went a stoic grey
the wind blew rain on the door
the wind rattled
the floor an airport
in the dark
when a pale blue grey
goes mauve
no sunsets or games
can burn bridges
the south pole
balanced by the north
by the phases of the moon
Another truck on the highway
every mile out of town
In Albury we find a tread
going to Queensland on
the silver Gum highway
on a dark night
a truck slows down
yoou step down like gold
in the dark
your body heat glows
against the sheets
Stars in the cold night
lightened the sky
like down
tramlines on highways
unlit a light wavering over
a seat for two
origins and horizons like fire
up against a scream
the son and the daughter
sleep pristine with eyes
lowered heat
flowing from within
walking in circles
stamping out action
alliegence the cruelest hoax
of all wandering down
when you're asked to stay
and you leave
receiving the one dimensional
slowly dawning sky
gazing on a deserted highway
looking in the fields
for anyones hands
ablaze on the grass
the words
keep whispering
your stage was singing
then you made it your life
7 Reason serves to release fear
Lie feet facing east
head West place one
centre of attention to the North
two on the South side of
East and reason in the
distance in the South
Focus attention on the
two sources in the East
Then the North. Unite
with the North, join
the South - levitate
The next night we rambled
with an old black car up
against a cliff face
and someone got trapped
but handed a few things
out the window
programmed at the cinema
visiting friends opens old wounds
old wombs
visited friends
come face to face
when it's too late to be
a friend
So I take too late and make it
too early
Turn on the radio
but you'd better book your tickets
because it's next Sunday night
at the Hordern Pavilion
Some people say they're sick
of rock concerts
that alienation when the worker
and the product and the price
are paid off
Swimming underwater stroke by stroke
Standing under the telephone wires
town to town
heart to heart
try sending love post to post
Standing on the beach watching traces in the sky
fly by Louise left home
saying I came country blues I came
who's gonna shoe your pretty little feet
who's gonna say desert this beach for jails
sail without sea sail without way crossreads
last words angel were love the family
On the frontier Mail you lean out the door
flat on the landscape sweeping away the bloodcall
crusted in dust for a thumbprint and a fall
Are we all reborn suckled on the beach
with all evolution in conception
and the gradual growth of life
nothing leaves this planet
and as the body grows the soul returns
to live on earth
At the pyramids four points crystallise
in a dreamless instant
I remember below
faces in the rock and lightning
Seeing without time sensation without space
lace in the hold on
the Moss Vale pit
I see in your mind all wounds
Eating always brings
the hungry mob
who send their SOS in a hundred hours
I know we think less than nature
out of the shadows came a ghost
blue the colour of gums
silver the lips of culture
Trucks stop I stop the train to unload design
the deep south
Snowy Mountain hope dream
to iron out the breadth of manifold duality
hear a pin drop there a writhing sphere in the galaxy
The green hills blue sky that makes landscape
she eases me in waxed spaced forever
you care
dissolved to a point
thrown threw a void
Your actuality is my eventuality
hopeless green energy
on battlefields seeing you always tern
shackles of the right
refrigerated transport sex urge telescope vision
wheel on a brick wall
What do we do if we don't get down there
what if we get on the boat
do we get the train too
you by-pass green winding river eve
no iron monster
Arriving alone I feel the breakdown of intimacy
it's easter states timed words
man a lack of I am
Beware of trains, railroads. seatainers and texture
It's the blue doctor a Hong Kong Song
how does it go "about doom getting here"
a husky voice a man could get hashish
but it looks like you get lost up here
Flurry dark eyes
it's too heavy
I saw you older (early) what side's the station
Good luck then just mind your head overland
& strike a light I'll wait, don't drop it
I've got the brown I've got the blue
feet fall in the red and white light
throwing back what's already in space
like a float on waves to look west you me itate
2nd fire near a cross
no second media it's in the west
that voices pierce the flames
pagan man
slips last believer
unseen
divided waves to a friend
space
A grey chair that looks white at night and a red floor
the silver streaks on the white line are white waves
woven awe at the only real chair around any more
grey invalid blankets and red slaves
When I think of red Indians and the rd flag language
Dies are cast after all you can write your way
You can stop any spark and any drawbridge
world weary negativity and never work today
The silver streaks vampires mercury
The blue heroin if I read you write space&time
Red green and grey room with a brown cupboard
Grey blind 3 grey doors grey fire grey mine
The warzone landseer draws a passing alchemist
Hermes Trismegistus in your prism
It's bloody raining I know that mist
Calcination, putrefaction, solution, distillation, prison
De-sublimation conjunction and it's fixing
Black white red passing through shades of rainbow
Now green turns blue, sounds like you're still mixing
Grains of pure hail snow rains
Yr gold is sold yr old in blue beams
You've in the bread red, slipped on the doublee
Dazed of the earth seen all sounds schemes and themes
It's Omega's eyes and the girls curls that trouble me
Indian red sun grey from the east
to the magnetic sun just a line on the water
and a gaping gold orb the wheeling rhythms of orgasm
the cranes and poles turn it to mist in seconds
sailing boat you look like hope sun flashes
till the grey roof sky strung with sunfires
floats a vacuum a clawed fist in the southern sky
Make beach cleaning one of your beach games
Modern hexagrams in the night make sky ablaze
into deep red triangle hear the train sound aeroplane
destination Eastern triangle a red light on a transparent s
into your curls with waves, reach north on the beach
the light was all light so they migrate
The grey brings rain
The plane returns still humming lights multiply
is this dark catching me here
My room is a blanket like a semi-trailer
so you make every sound a word and all you hear
is reflex reaction. No bells
Realism on the beach. Can we have those images
The reality eternity lit three white lights
Self/Time/Space but I can't find your fourth
And your red light creeps down the coast
gulls hills your schematic room
a course south-east a new day
dew on the plantation
a pier on the ocean you play
a place to embark to wash again
Flashes spin south writing round the wall
a distant drone I'm looking south
but the place breaks down
when a dark form trudges by the water
Winter my beach-house is frozen
Searchlight in the water
There was once a machine called art
a forced marriage of conscript education
and a line of traffic
because the rest is poison, Vietnam legacy
Neutratralise the body neutralise your life
Neutralise colour
I Know this garden
I'm imagining your world again a few points
Not to travel means less if you don't
means more if you do
I keep seeing you in books
You must come back from beneath black pools
the first I ever saw
At the ledge I saw it then and now deja vu
I see it again
the girl across the street
reading poetry
I sometimes stayed all night rode home at dawn
you took it to the gorge
inching on the cliff
hairpin bends
till you sleep in the streets
wrapped in her rugs
Reading in a corner
at the Louvre Rubens gets the bends
he misses the Raphael
he trips on the pastels
he notices the floor
Can't get off it
The fridge goes calm
the Shakespeare I read at school
gave the people four sides
you showed me we couldn't sink a stone
while the whole ship's sinking
jungle greylands to settle with thumbprint
looks at nudes crossing the Delaware
a replica now
partly redecorated a partly golden section
What is the style of art known for straight lines and heavy for
Furniture, Tiepolo the purest exponent
Etruscan arches, Dutch Romanists, Durer's thristle
all bridges
Art takes you into a world of it's own
The ones I can't find
Veritable future blues opening out on
a playground of milkcows heading for the kitchen
in Cambridge floating on a river
the Shakespeare I read at school
gave the people 4 sides to view the pool
tins of words unopened
decks on board
Who found the hail
When you get that distant sound of drums
are you too far beyond reason to pass
without passengers
the cold pebbles of ice and snow
"sweet blues" I believe you
a distant cry at sea
the music floats in hailing microphone blues
the fridge goes calm when I step in the door
3 probes on the head raining chins
ecstasy lingers on
fear of hashish. smoky assassins, Nervals death
No matter what you thought of language morali ty even colour
and music now changes drums
Today is repented woven
Last visions of opium in Dehli Thailand
Limbless in Bombay without electromagnetic energy
Still the grey rain of winter
Turning to the white of spring
I cross my legs to meditate
a last nights v gil voyeur in a silver web
Buried in the sand Hua Hin
last year (the age to drink water)
When I hit the beach it began to rain
I'd passed blue blonde and mother/child
bright all over white light in the 4 pm sun
Footprints in the copper sand
45 rain
and the rainbow burns through a grey skyroom true 360
Blowing Red Orange Green Blue Indigo Violet
2 or 3 diameters
8 gulls wander past paradise hut
The double rainbow starts in the sea small castles
and arches the clouds
7 seagulls fly north
one waits blocks the path with ruby eyes
sand to stone in the ocean of glass
The wet sabd dried like Arabian dunes
driving south
red waves flaked on the beach
crashing the angry south beach
flings only colour
turns two blue shoes together
the white light pink tonight
didn't even know I'm gonna need you for this
I been dinking
I been singing to the radio news.
This night I froze in reqium
Shake in red waves
roll closer and over us all
eat out what's left
red flag waves
one hand in ice, the second half of ice
specific quarter rolls red
but the red waves make music
In the white spring
I lower the veil
I carry man's idiot ceremonies too alone on scout Melbourne Beach
out east the waves glow white as you warm to the night
there you are among the waves
till you stand and sink in the sea
our shallow tear
I put it on the void
your ghosts leave in sorrow
in the air they're lapping now
the red rings of hunger that you alleviate
the duneswhistling by
I'm walking with the tide
the maps in the mind
I looked at your clothes saw them as light
took out the bed and the street
your aura burned purple in red moonlight
and deep in a mind shaped in folds
weaving breaks on a dry plane of ice
hills breathing
Hifing colours with colours grows new colours
this time eyes will see
drunk in a star eyed cradle
without height people move fall down
I reach out across the room and in the pyramid mirror
a point in the rolling desert
Sitting cross-legged tumbling on the centre of gravity
the fields spread like clockwork
like lightning
the room is a man executed
her lovers seduced under aches in alleys
The day the sun eclipsed was the last time we met
on the sky blackened platform
records crackled
satyrs on the waves
The way they put bodies in the air us and them
always at war
I found
layers of maps scattered fields of names
all outhouses
At the start I begin with a new birth move a
thousand years
no measurements now and lift it
a slight breeze of sounds but no wind
talking time into void
and lift out a molecule
hash is a perfume the last golden sense
and touch oh you see it wandering waters age still mine
one match and I have the smell of burning flesh
trying to iron our negatives
wish to turn back
when all eroded earth has been surrounded
tropical mountain tropical monolith
endless sea of calm glimmering haze golden age
How can you tell anyone this
always two of you western concepts concepict
the cold hail wont last
a victory from magic
the echo from the noise of thew west
Flowers grew in the garden hours of glistening euthanasia
heat turns into light and back to heat
split down the middle
till the bloods flown in to tulips
an' out into tankers
a light for the hearts of Asia
The red sun sinks leaving sand in our hair some on the window
some in the vineyard others out working the castles
others in a grey room parachuting down
and out onto snowfields of Switzerland
Interglacial man tobogganing
woman waits with a black and white moon
Naked next to noon
conditioning releases the one rhythm of life
love poverty and doors are like phases of the lunar moon
one leg rests on another the veils waver like water
electric gap to ecstasy
Out west we look east and wind up south
Blue mountaineers
Every parameter has a morality issue so we threw the things away
Arts balance time/power made me think of sun
and I was back with a glass and a leaf on fire
coming to a deserted house in the country
Has it always been there? It's flight softly drawing
the swell of sounds in the night
In my own mind I often don't believe what I think
I answer myself
by stepping back into the body
body turns white after all it's still Spring
Build music in nature
woman's nature man's nature
the transcendental recovery of imagery
the scent of apples, the scent of knowledge
We read books by buying them when way out in the world
holy houses filter mint light
blue/green nature in a heart, the hope of art
feed the Saturday night take a shower with
so much to untangle
One chance to communicate - nature
is 2 chances to communicate - lose nature
woman makes that another chance
Once inside deep in thought once outside
once inside longing and clamber round like a priest or soldier
now in the solitary hotel dissolving eye in the room centre
a pyramid to bury in water
4 points dissolving then a fifth
Cut of the sand came glass
with it you see
and when you get there
like the gap always time to take your rest until it's time
to hook up the wires intercept woe q frightened white ghost
that never parts
I was bringing down sheets rising feelings in the throat
tasting kisses
a sick child in London
grasping streaks a wailing slowly taste
the blood in both directions
I was lost in a car with no name
When the bell rings
I look at the sailing boats and back to the port
the limpid water darts by the boat
we slide softly against the sounds
the boat our bodies and listening to hearts
they cry pulsating with night the well of years
move with a bird cry triangles ring in your knees
Why not join taste and touch call them fire
call sound air. Smell earth sight water
Be a gentle screw fully stoned weeping for poison
Every one eats apples and treks along rivers
Taking nature to heart. Break up your body
like a text leaves will fall
you eat the apple walk across the river bed
blades of grass doing handstands like a bow
when distance increases
a mouth to mind, a mind to the senses
it must leave you
Morality ekes out to understanding
Earth air fire and water are understanding
The senses morality
A restless night working till dawn
I came in from outback trying to lose eyesight
swung it around while watching the rainbow
first light came early lifted
and I was on the air, rain and fire in a vacuum
Peace till stillness spun a breeze
I was moving too fast to alter course so I lost it
Swept out to sea and sinking
Flying reminds me of clockwork
the swimming pool flying from the tower
Roselands
closing in 10 minutes with a gulp of fresh air
So we dive in dissolving in the smell of chlorine
all I saw was the rainbow
Earth was making islands of fire
whiteman the moon in space
grew from womb to womb from ice to fire
But when I painted it out we all fell shapes in space
Some blue some brown some yellow some gold
Some black some red some pink
Some in dusk and some in dawn
I Watch rainbows catch night on South Melbourne beach
born in the air with moonlight red clouds and red rain
I can't see trees
the edge of within
climbing from roots to grey heaven
I cant put my senses out there
without falling
without eyes in the warm filament
under mountains
rolling dunes
in the hot centre of Australia
There were spots of light travelling slowly in all directions
between me and escape
boy blue woman spreads her arms and the gate's wide
rides past in a car on the Hay plain to Adelaide 1964
bare feet up on the windscreen
apparitions of red socked ladies (the spears over the fence)
Can I have your ideals? Can I
Can I have some high heels come here
and visions of cunts on my face refuse to leave
Coming in the warmth of folding earth
Mountains mountains
Out here on the track looking over fertile plains
as sun sinks playing mouth-harp
looking for work picking fruit riding in a boxcar
with bob on a tramp
From waiting for the train in the Hay goods-yard
(drinking hobo tea tastes like mental with sweet honey on stale bread)
And climb to the cabin and crawl across New South Wales
All night the clicking of the train wheels
and the drowsy tramp's voice
a drone like gravel I'm so wide awake till the sun comes up
and we break into a carriage in the Hay goods-yard
The taree train was empty
so I sat out back watching sunlight and shadows
Every departure I heard of could not be talked
I knew too much isolation in later years left you levitating
Spinningh in Spring from rooms
One neighbour
hanging on the electricity from waves. No one spoke
another out to sea 1958 Swimming out to sea
till we got hired next monday morning with black sashes
It took me 15 years to trace patterns
to meet true lovers who come in the night
In the morning awning your face in the clouds
balanced in rock
you fed the fire changing in the flames
life fluids to swim along valleys
walking the streets like robot
neon freak
horror noises down the hall I turn over to sleep
cant hide fear
levitating spiralling round the room
wakes to a sound
The system needs gods to do the deal but the future
how can you have a future without a past
answers winding past barricaded bridges
red morning light. It's the end of the world
flames rise to meet us
the waves of fear that take anyone in reach year by year
youre taken in stroking the fire like a pitchfork
laser beam red skull
When I can write my name would I try
I met her 6 times ten none
Yesterday I set them all free what's the use
trying again to be my own miscarriage
hands may be all that make me an afterlife
I'm stonebenge or matter
Iy's getting cold and my eyes are opening
The thirld world's on the air. Africa rumbles
since childbirth in space
Humanity woman they'll sun up the west anyway
playing in brain radios
Trial run I'm on the air. The islands
as in the face of the earth
I drag, I'm iceberg plain as psychology each step
in a footstep to nowhere
three dollars a world Tequila and Absinthe Arlen abnd absense
retarded mechanisms
breathing and [eeking at China
Once twenty colours now fragrant
far white cliffs ic3
shifting shapes of violence try to kill flight going light
sees all changes of chemical environment
and longs to view the harbour
I placed all that I had all that I had
on the beam and weigh' it - not a scent
Lakes, marches: I keep putting hope in the future
When all I need is what changes
Time/Perception just procedures fields and crystals
++ + -- = + senses
as you slip away from infinity
words become worl;ds. solar system systems
and the universe no matter
I was climbing (snowy alps 1954) roof of the world
no trees no sun sense of air hurling stones
looking at the universe of verse
and the solar systems system
with infinite space puts me on helicopter foreverest
course where magnetic line broke the rail
the metal core of earth at its edge
I worke each metal to the bone
stood like a brass skeleton
Wa lking in Giacomettis dream looking for absolute realism
These lakes are remains of a deluge
hotels use them like Louisiana swamps
tourists all of us in swamp vessels overnight
with aeroplane engines and props
flying on the foam waves back from Bermuda
wet triangles on the skin
left behind in the present
where a man can live and never be found
and have no fear ...
I kept moving butread this slowly
there you are there you are there you are
let it butn I'm use to bloody fires
all the drifters are leaving smoke coming in the room
the TV explodes
People put their body in the head, no more looking
raze the towers we have no enemies just the s ies
break them apart.
And a snake coming in the room the fam ily's sleeping
violet dawn yellow/black scales
on the wax floor
Dont take away the oasis
these young girls have done 15 years
parallelogram pyramids building in caves
lapping underskin divers rising li e mercury
They gave me meat but I found they were offering
so when at froze a fire started in the backyard ablaze
along the wall
20 ideas now a fragmenmt
Then after white cliffs - ice
he tries to kill flight and goes light
The longer presence sees all changes chameleon environment
and longs to view in harbour sky
All that I have, all that I have
on the balance
Paris is gone America took it and sheep from down under
the gold urge to settle
Suprised collecting grass for a home
on the border by underwater flower
Amuarkuar
took food from emty mouths
Beauty Happiness and Truth fell with society and nature in us
and passion's in them
Without society passing nature gioves man
and his nature wands to rule passion
Looking out at love void on a frensh balcony
nature's curse - society
Amarkuar almost insensible cults loose
That night I read apparitions by moonlight
and saw them
whisteling in the pines all night
jumping black ravens in the surf
Our one joy was meeting formless
on a candle lit ocean liner
swimming beyond the reef to the rivers
Each explorer each captive
heard footsteps in the stream
as it slows down to greet them
and the red dust rises
heatwaves are common
nobody scares easily here
light and sound
false gods of crestion
are now idols
language's last cry like geese
flying low over dover reaches the shore
Hope creates a compass (energy systems)
setaerc you can see the ground
australia rock of ages past
telegraph poles are messengers of sound
electrical light as you look up
look
it's
the
evening star a
satellite to ride the 7 gods move along luminous heavens
the double bowl of eternity
fledgeling ultimate real sound
since man thought sound is slower than light
he had to be wrong
look
a morning star
night's become day
I listen can't hear you
now
gninrom evening
36 A page in a grey book called light
The attire won't fit
gravel on the teeth Icarus before he falls
reindeers raised by 32 races
Northwest European
Northeast European
Alpine
Meditarranean
hindu
Turkic
Tibetan
North Chinese
Classic Mongoloid
Eskimo
Southeast Asiatic
Ainu
Lapp
North American Indian
Central American Indian
South American Indian
Fuegian
East African
Sudanese
Forest Negro
Bantu
Bushman and Hottentot
African Pygmy
Dravidian
Negrito
Melanasian Papuan
Murrayian
Carpentarian
Micronesian
Polynasian
Neo Hawaiian
Ladino
North American Coloured
South African Coloured
gambler
Y in flight between strangled by
(austral) aliens
Mind Matter and Morality, the three other senses
always electrocuted in the second life
and morality is a gnawing tiger
simple shame of hunger
Together in the body they pyramid with spheres
dancing like a gyroscope in the brain
(leaving) Walk East down the hallway
Rt and up the stairs
Then turn left towards the light od west
I think of the station and the car
that never finds the station past society
houses are slowly washing in blood
the apex of shadows
Everything you do twice is known
When I started thinking I lost what I had
a last rainbow in your hair
it razed the forest of my face
trying to wash clean in the bath
Vic Violette art florest
he sprays me before he put the artist on it
a june shepherd
South 2 red jumpers a dove and a sparrow
In the night a savage
on the left Venus de Milo
on her knees
antique roaring rainbows heading south
Albert Park laundry
a brown truck to freedom
the rebirth of colour
is faster than time
moves on a hairs breadth of nothingness
becomes spectrum
4 doves fly south and arch to the east
flying over Biltmore hotel
a girl standing in the claw of longing comes to hover tales of woe
Facing south the spectrum of silver
might reverse politics
the diamond servant we all love
I adore you
like a shaggy green mistress electric
whose body looks right and left
sees a silver artists Buddha
or mysogynous parting delusion
Purple and red is the news & darkgreen
Barbed wire in the bath
Merlin St. the war goes on
like a white ash hindu
And there she is shaven head long black cloak cape
Joan of Arc
just a vowel seperates us from destruction
and eve heaved two wheels into a corridoor in space
finds heaven on earth
but if you put two wheels deep inside
heavens
it spins out of balance
for some it's a rose
to travel through
unravelling webs
nails pointing at you
negative of the universe sit it spiralling
to
find a dove in the home of the rainbow
Teleportation
Spiritual phenomena
to the troppics
to the poles
to the equator
look up explorers (on the equator goldenage)
on a gold whole universe
solar energy burning in the ocean
food for your sons
and daughters
Icarus with a new wax skin
Ancestors plotting our void
played out new forms of life
Thinking of how we only use 1/10 of the brain
went back to work
trust americans
to photograph traffic accidents in space
the 1st exploding galaxy picked up on the uv generator
the clouds of the universe hove
sculptors in the milky way
and carbon man
steps on the clouds limbless still feeding
an embryo sucked out of night
Is saving souls like finding time when you're born
emitting density with the ugly sound of scissors
or the legacy of misery
beyond the universe
Which flower would you choose rising from a bath
walking in socks on water
along the ridge the purple ones
in the valley shimmering gold or black orchids
I reached the top of the cliff
face (ing south)
I climbed up and I ran across threads
and walked on hand in hand
knowing what was about to happen you shouted
and hit the ice face
you said Marx was a communist
She looked up with a wet mouth
and dug
your ankles in
A time laden world (like a) cigar shaped raft
lady luck - you see it coming towrds you
and imagine when you see its cause
you don't know about wheels
you ride rivers
like sorcerers
here to take life and back into the body veins
childless forced into returning on earth
just rage
and a void for
a tilted black earth
Looking for an answer
greener field always where
like quails to 20th century whiteman
articled his art till it was worthless
Is it easy to see voices in the night
like all questions
its answer lies before it
Lights a match an watches it burn while they all look for A
absorbs the trucks out on the highway
absorbs his lunch, a pipe
heaven's for drinkers left out
pharoah and rails against me, I don't know who he talks to
Demi gods burn highways, rusty railings
When sight won't balance your eyes dim, chest groans
you spin off from the highway got no place to go your subject your
adverbs proverbs
interact on the ridge
The simplest ideas catch morality
with superimposition
there's no escape
The subjective mists of inherited culture
are the whispering
the limit and the balance
you slip into bed
The idea of writing puts ideas around you
but always it's done on the drone of trucks outside
Jean Louis Lebris de Kerouac
looks out through the blinds
and everyone still looks the same
A stranger moves
back east back west facing the cold window night
while light ddances on the rim of the glass
in single steps the conjunction play the moon
Islands of dust are still sttling
back from the east
travellers bring heels of hash
It's time someone trapped ego on the frost
especially the law when they
made us defensive tv stars and asked us
not to answer
Would I look
at the boder s of heaven it's usual to lose sight
ti infinity deepens
arriving from the south
Like the eventual
jackfrost you call for a taxi
Take your pictures of the wall
a novel
(or) move you closer to death
than breathing
Sympathetic concentration on a string of goslings
winging on the green sky
We all turn over in bed Origin man draws in his pillow
rides on the sounds of locomotives
or rockets in space
or missiles
destruction a task
The smell of coffee on your sloppy joe
the incense and ash
or
the night while you wait for a car on any highway
anyone's ghost over victory
it was easy to sleep in the day and march out convicted at night
Easier to learn life on steps
Throw a spear interwoven and broken
Like the Eskimo
Western man on ice and hunts the seal
He feeds Calcutta and hunts the quasar In the depth of knowledge no-one stirs
and like sighing
the sounds of a car are superimposed
a motto for western man
his weakness is only strength
When he was a boy he used to wait at a gate
waiting at the edge of the golf course moors imagery
The Earl King riding over the overhanging bridge
or walk along the creek with
an amphitheatre fantasies
and hidden movements
Without delusions
you breath in deeply
the patterns of Elders
Always returning in the airwayves
on frosty nights
After riding
On the cold dew
And staring at stars
Some are signals
Or freinds
suns
to pass through
your own eyes
It almost seems you can't have what you don't know
There's no limit to the number of sounds in the brain
Placing Mozart and the face of tradition together
as the music slows down does the sounds
pagan Maria looks at her body and evolves into space
hunger is a sheep[ and like thirst
it drains the body
and must sleep
to lie
with eyes open and rings on your fingers
sometimes the hands hand hed up
sometimes in sound
pale bands open your eyes
new senses?
new scientists?
piroueting deep breath
54 A.D. a thousand years from numbers
body moves without soul to the right to the left
Double Helix Mount Wilson Fritz Zwieky and Walter Baade
supernova Tycho Brahe Lev VAnou
50 waves leave you as you leave the house
carbon
explosions
a white dwarf
the hole of day alight
stir oxygen
no one doubts the birth of space
blow the air away
for reaction ripples it kicks you back
till you weave
in a point
event horizon swallowed
all change a reaction is selection
it's like all things
you want to do must wait
privacy: We exactly miss hear what we read
ancient architectural fine arts
French windows and French doors
hello
I'm representing Australia today
on the radio
at the pictures
in the dark room
at the chemists
or visiting a gallery
or concert
a public rock concert? swimming and jumping
crowds
East virginia blows out the crowd
walking on air
humming for a while
drumming
coming on stage in white chariots
a fanfare
for a quintile
The senses make thought - we're all born in luxury
the 1st glow of thought forming llines without colour
occult reasoning
sweeps reason away to float homewards - her own sacred vice
Imagine a raft adrift on blue Botany Bay, Medusa's
or Dante washed off in the night
the enduring patience easing down
lady luck in the air
won't need sails
hope will fell you
wash your hands in the energy of the past
Surmount your future with energy of the past
surround your future with energy of the past
coming in from outer space After Art
I came out of the P.O. past the skin shop
2 people were sobbing faces fropzen in each others eyes
They're taking me back to Sydney tonight
2 waned suns
deep lomging at your dreamed death
all the voids are my future now without you
we resist music till there's colour lost on your postcard
with it you he should know
your plans are just ice
Green things on black stocking feet
art is meaning, another look at the void
(like) the wite beam of light
forever circling
52 New Spectrums on the damned
Pale sapless sky
Lights the dust on spherical hands
one direction north
Quiet clicking echoes on the pavement
A widow hanging onto a telegraph post coughs
soughing
in the quiet as if after deisels
53 WE SACRIFICE LIFE EVERY DAY
The distant fire of hades like a string of pearls
a flash of gunpowder or firefly's in flight
a shoreline getting closer
echo ferry ships
it's morning
The points of light pulsing flashes
draw you in
flying like pulsars light trails
white rainbows crosswaves
on land
I
a galaxy no number
(lands)
all the pulsars and galaxies and black holrd to finf
are like species, abroad in space
on soft lights glowing at the quay
or ages like the electronic age
or the ages ever changing focus
and as I look for longer in space
I'm facing south,
ears turned to the wall no self vision
these fires float south
to meet water?
melting after earths frozen stonaways
and you focus art past it
looking SE then SW
skywards
in the
Crucial seconds before midnight
as the earth changes day
Eyes open to the mistake
in the west orchids bruises on a slender form
Edison energy
when l eye scared and covered in wide eyes
& other optic blind spots
Steamship Orion moves like easter ghoston the bridges in the sky or here
Identity floats out of reach
if a versecan make universe
The galaxies of the galaxies
tender heat filled rhythmes sweet as wine
Watching those two small beams
through wave valleys
the galaxiy warmed me
the black holes are mirrors where mirrors
were
Spiralling rhythms of bodies when your breasts touched bodies
pure science
all body I stared
A new found lamb
your pasttimes the mesure
where you lie
as the poles melt like wax I go pale
Turning out the light
you talk
we talk
hours all nights night (and leg conversce functions
dizzy lights flicker or commentry)
to warm us
above the freeze
of the future
one's lamp on the body now on mind morality
55 Landscaping at the art centre
Every breath a scent at such times
comedy if only (we) breathed
The drone on the streets under the streemlamp
I can't balance actions
there's no fire hot enough
uv white runner revolving
The indigo pool room
the goods train
with a roof of rock
Reed St.
- you start humming
Hail cars street your high heels have courage
the metal messenger - with arZen tears
what can you save with a soul?
Monks before blood? and song when you come
Waiting for the train physical space begins to move
Get your drugs here this morning smoke valium
Leaving from the windo
The only one to smile when
it's
blasting area (switched out transceivers)
Map the carriage of art on the wires
Spires work from the e gauge
have landed on the ice age
come with trees
Time directed towards ends that obtain themselves
the difference between utmnost nature
potential and sense induced mind
freeze reaction
All specific intentional cause
All non-specific cause adoption reaction
Man adopts - notions self discovery own structures
flow of brain patterns
limits - fantasised conditions of mind form
As time space moves away from your body in morning
& your body moves out in time space
you are blocking euphoria
Each telephone call, steet name
number city state land
your host
your ghost
a variable panacea entering the ozone
pulled back by the magnets of the metropolis
outer suburbia deserts and atreries
metamorphosis itself a dear lie like
the death of sound
Audio visual show viewing windows
Colour television sets Models & Display
Mysterious Myose
Blue and Yellow cranes
Spires and Theatres
State grey studio
Blue crane - on the rails working on many trech operations
Yellow crane general stae work
1. Water chute
Toboggan
Chant ant
Novel rifle range
Gt
Burnshaw
Dromana Fern show
Mt Fyans
Macedon (in Switzerland)
2 The Pentlong hills
Lederdirg Creek
The southern districts of Station Peak
Strog rises near the Pimon Yallock Ck
3 Mt Gambier caoming out of caves 1858
The Vale of Vallombrose
Bozo & Mozo
Orgasm - e shining mode
Fallen from power/grace
West Pt of Lk Keilam bite
Emu Ck near Mt Elephnt
The Wannon (Cave) R.
60 Solar system imagery reversing connectios
you're looking for a word
you've thought of a connection
you have a meaning
yopu go back to the connection - reverse it
- reduce it
- increase it
You find a word
you take it back to the first connection
as you now see it a few seconds later
and place the two in relationship
then turn to your body senses
wich have influenced even caused all those connections
and slowing down on the wave of rising
ouy find another word
61 Y - THE MYTH (why of creation)
Whitwe Tara or Sviouress Green Tara or Saviouress
The waves are hair mourning arnlets
Melville or Goulbourn Islands
or Noomera
1 Affection
And you then reproof such love
Aheart so true resigns
Hopetoun Castle Feb1 1838
I against prudence I offered
to write to you
whiling with hope my love my body
2 Dear youth returning
tenderness
tendering
3 May lovely Venus starid my friend
that beats alone for thee
tat prompted my design
4 I against prudence
I offered
to write this Valentine
I whilst I with hope & my love
5 No more at present but hoping you have
got better since the source
soiree of warm air
Every time I go to the movies I cry
- the crossing of the red sea
lokking is fishing - colour coded people
After looking at this
with mind not matter
place experience in the agregate senses
crossing divisions or sense changes
Look at all the people
satire destroys humour and all wit (in it)
I imagine you don't know what's behind s you or beside you
or in front of you - architypal faces
Changing fields
twenty times enlargements are deliberately printed
to emphasise aberated images
interfaced residing in the third eye reason
I'm looking down the universe
plunging geodesic
Terrestrial science terrstrial images open their gates
Terrestrila planets are liminous blue
is colour a line?
Imagine the friction of an ice skete
and high petal notes
once in a lifetime
bands on the surface of balance
death traps in major cities hardly suprisin
power stations
will be resisted bridges - at the luncheon
Unconscious at Ballarto
The constant refracting orbits
the clarrifying
land
on the left
surface of globes
feet of th servant
imprint of mind
gradually we drift back to so called civil
Karkarook
Glenlyor
Woodend
Orbost
Metrapolitan
Heytesbury
Trains hit; 3 due
5 coaches of a freight train
were derailed at Bunberry Durban Wed AAP
Christians set up border guard
The shaken magician struggled ashore
Mapped walk to the bath
repeat faded out
energy horizon
mind connection dialogue
in the dungeon
the sphere for light
ivory with no horizons
working
instincts to the bare bone
felt most acutely
on hands
teeth
and feet
lost on still days
sailing
and all the bodies imagery
floating around you
double vision
takes 5 years
to unwind
a patch at which
energy formed
& as it faded
I went back through
concepts from the
period building up
to it to try and
keep it going vis
a vis the body
66 From medicine to the Last Man
Put the black and white in here
you can put the planets
around your body
become the sun, the moon,
the galaxy
or light running forever round its rim
of energy and wood
organised
sleep anxiety
when
projections travel in the astral world
3000 year old travellor
the same ebb and flow
in your veins (between you and I self concepts)
The only knowledge we have in real terms
we learn from the total world
art and the icycle fusion
of sensory
the art of fusion and the sensory icycle compleat
A first decision to stop must always be obeyed
it leaves you exhausted (although you try to stir
what you know is the balance
you already altered yourself.
As you write the ( directional word)
the identity words (I you) create simple
rhythms (alternating, spiralling) there need a new
non-time dimension to function usefully
The Greater Tribal Authority scattered community
and the culture clash
Darwin- gone to Arnhem Land
Love across the colour line
where immortality facts
are frequent
Torso aroused to an animal frenzy
war and lonely wives
eat the tamarind seed
La Marquise D'O clasps her options
cop er India searches for rainbows
probes abode of snow
copper lead zinc bismuth limestone dolomites
Sapphires graphite salt gypsum phosphorite
jinx ship
the barque in Black Wattle Bay
aground in Balina
The slow bends of music
shiver rolling
Tallarook to Bendigo
to Deniliquin Mary Borough Castlemaine
Ballarat to Swan hill
Coleraine Branz
Bandiane Branx
Bandiane - Cudgura
West Cohune
Merbein - Yute
These frail passenger lines
Now with 4 of the 5 years gone
you stop eating
High frequency honesty's gone
the rain line abandoned
the city penetrated
The red square of time elliptical interwoven
altering permutations energy directions
in the west
L - scared by sound
lands on romance
skin licks in the dark
given Ataraxia
Dividing your vision
you peer at your thoughts
in a sense
energy creates its own destruction
and you construct
your own waves
self sufficient without man
metal children sleeping
in the bars now
to free you
all meanings resolving
all forms of basic drive
in the zodiac
the natural fourth sign a junction
of self concepts
(what you think of for the future
you don't need in the present)
and thinking of doing something
is having done it
as you spread meaning with direction
links with music
interrupts her
In the heart of the flame sound
in the heat of sound space
through the lens of colour eye
through the ear of self man is heat
Western man rides the waves with avid eyed children
trailing servants bootlicking for a meal
riding to the dance
scared of strangers
might touch me or pick me up
The rhythms of the brain leave
hands or arms to freeze
the rose garden of reason
thorns roses gardens, a mind loses flying through
till rhythms you hear see feel
It rushes through your lungs
is the brain interacting with energy
warming your hands
and day and night become one way to sleep
73 To poets of words and pictures
Where is your body?
Without fear you are here with yourself
you are the
dream the
scream the
space the place where you wait
to be found
bodies and bodies of energy dreams
Escaping truth and trust
gives you away
your love and the dove she kept
still hovers in my mind
your religion
is my lost fear
you (linkwait)
you possess each other yourselves
as if energy
was creatable
All artists without audiences
are hungry looking for
all dreams truth
are fearful (time)
and all your systems are sailing
divide your systems
74 The day they drowned the movies
It doesn't matter what you think
you can always think it again
balance mind and matter with morality
Scene Luna Park
you're just another runner in the night
twisting time
it was like a dream
your like a lunar tune
you are already everyone else
you're telling too much
on a window ledge
when there's no window - that's
growing up
Ideas are the bridge between opposites
the ideas in art are themselves opposites
hold your breath and touch ground
there is no idea called time
love your friends
quell fear and relocate freedom
there are no heroes
The three worlds are
the one dimensional
the two dimensional growing like a tree
The tree dimensional
The past - in the future of morality
She is your body, you can't break her
these times are new
you are your mother
and your radio
you are every other artist
surrender your shows if you still believe in choice
cheer the earth
as it goes
looking
for answers already in the wind
stirring the water
with a rippling wave
The records play in many times
you to her
him to you
you to you
in at on
divide multiply add
save the triangle it's time to circle her
Signs are the end of Masochism avenue
All the streets deserted
your name is a marble dome stroking the sky
but that's not your bones
blue walls carpet covered tracks
the only real emergencies are for accidents
you're like a locomotive movie
loading
at the station
travelling on the tune
broken on the beach
you play with pride
we're all mister galaxy shaking hands
with empty gloves
drunk like gipsies
looking for spirits
There is no night in the southern hemisphere
just a field where every memory
gambles with truth
and words are a picture
Matter and mind create morality
giving and taking are finding
Y you have no fear, morality is giving and taking
all imagery and energy is dimensional
you are three dimensional
The three dimensions of reality are time
if you read texts backwards you
get the pattern imprint
we make a language connection system
by both being alive. Separated (impossible)
we would have to rely on sense input connections
(alone in someone elses world)
How do they get you to forget that it's
your world not theirs (fear)
What was your face doing on the coast
a foreigner you thought
I'll take your home
Love our daylight till I come
I'm coming up to you
I'm coming up to be true
I've done you all my life
now I put you in my pain
Don't you know I survived
threw out all your friends
to hear you
obeyed to the letter Heart
Tear out your heart
the big parade of tears
a knock out for the Mars interests
aint jocking when people are starving
that's commonly known as
faith hope and charity
There are +
same people around
playing gentle music
scent
In the mars life
We must be able to remember
The insurgent this one
it ends
with us
Space not speakers
look for yourself and hear yourself
Being true to yourself
society puts you
in the mind
all course is in the immediate present
You find yourself in others
they are already
you (time is now paintears created still water)
To beleive everything because it's true
Put ideas that worry you
into (balanced sound and light)
You can't reverse things
you just don't do them
There is no past or future
but the present is
man the you can see
All anxiety passes when you let it
*
We are all time travellers
were and are fluid
erring and stirring
through streams pools marshes
water everywhere
The only conscience you can be
is your own
The great glass in the heart
came the heart of the world *
80 if you can't find answers ask a qustion
if thy're done now well it's not by you
I can't keep gold necklaces
seeing the rings on my fingers
my hands in emerald light
See invisible spheres on the page
I let Merlin shake me down
till I trembled
I came in to sleep like a wanderer
and lay down to sleep
But I began to shake up to the roof
with jewel forms and rings
the droning ports of call kept my eyes open
till the last silent note
and fell on the bed in a daze
Everything is a proposition
Why? everything that's done is proposed to be done
Mercy in jail is a heavy load
ringing power
never come here
powder makes you bitter
the streams of medicine from the north
Without memory
I might look at sculpture's
clumsy form
why they bother to turn out all that form
ignore day and shadows fading away
around us all
around green people
sweeping round Sydney
bitter zombies - green drug users
left a black and white day
to sleep in e chords
always alone like U
2 dimensions are intentions (signs)
3 dimensions are identity (sounds)
all 2 D pictures can be sees as 3D
if you focus on the eyes
Not necessarily with the aid of music
but by grading the focus of
the photo (seeing with 2 eyes) you see 3D
( I can tell you now)
if something scares you
look it in the eye
and give back what you owe
The backwards meaning
infusion on the water
with scent - no carnivals
no no no no
if I dont believe you must be backwards
if I do I'm not forwards
so I have one way
The watchman is
blindness
magic is
Merlin on Tallahassie bridge
You can come to me now
slip your hand through the jasmine
no lie
Stay in one of the rooms
they've all got rainbows for your highway
and your hexagram
The plan is taped to the wall
above the writing desk
I did it for you
I'm singing day by day
sailing, crying, running
What is truth to you
your shake and jig
but it's no medecing show
it's a truth show.
following the news
& thinking it out
turning of all the power
sounds
changing to the telephone
or else a few doors
the air flows
a floating radio
The blinds now on the floor
reacted
repeateed - memory floors tonight
now lying in a dream
till I find you dancing
in stranger arms
I guess my deserts come
to this
words that pass why with
weak ribs explaining noises
is a dancer to be seen
as sound rivalling sound
with noise
Something strange place
at midnight I got hit
by tremors all over
'the heat rises to a dizzy height sweat like blood
running of my face
my chest and the red t shirt
I can't stop
calling stop
calling for help
Now in the morning I'm frozen
seeking to know
less than skin
and bone
black tears don't fall
I'm huddling by the radiator
to warm up again
The ferry sets sail
landscapes tried for conscience
dark echo jetty
Waits while ferry arrives
to take from bleak land
Spun around swallow lands
overalls to wear
on stairs
Cold breeze by the Fugo Maru
meaning unknown anchor hangs like a jail
I need a new start like you
brief nature rain dashed
sits on the rails and asks
What price freedom?
on the station
the bell rings on Name alley
The peace dove haunts our visitor
a speeding train on the outer line never stopping
Sounds fall out of the air to make ideas
that steam by the pentangle family
shunning past
like me she waits on the left and leaves early
Appealing to people who think
misses trains
like January eyes in windy days
or a scrawled message's meaning
Circular Quay station steps and the next ferry from this side
out on a wharf blue gulls
glide and argue the waves
Won't need eyes to feel frigid
sitting on the old seat memories
and heat aches spiralling
ignoring your Kashmir hosts
who seem to know you
Down at the bay
Venus breaks another egg
I'd eat anything for you sometimes
you are on the oasis
your love is your love
all you see
these tears
for you
You don't know this basement
where I been
No Broadway streets
Alienation you're on the ground
Shaken like a baby
I'm stalkin to your door
freezing out here
it's raining too
the vermilion evening's
breath
Saturn hears
The sounds of the news out on the street
Jupiter here to stay
Mercury Mercury your zephyr
high and flying
zodiac river sleeping in summer
zodiac river like strolling wonder
or a running widow
a sleepy dream
Time taken to see the myths
Today orange green and red coming of
The age
has to go
every particle
idea in the
brain can
be mushroomed
you feel under the
felt
spiralling to a point
Keep rearranging everything that you know
you can do
Quantity is a vanity
.... theory I left them now
1 meaning out of a million
the last to fall,
the 1st cause
1st sin
I went to the beach
like a saint'
to the snow
I saw my old friends on the edge of ecstasy
finding out was at
the beginning not the end,
prayers for meals
The compass points to Williamstown
A compass (ship)
coming North West
West North
Before growth / growth
birth's accomplishment
The closer your are to things
the better they look
A lesson is
less on truth
Destroy destroy
what I feed into word systems
And talk with my thoughts on the airwaves
It's the difference between intuition and action
We're on a wavelength to broadcast
Free on the ebb and flow of thought
They've got the first slow airwaves on the air now
sad drowning notes that break like waves at sea
a rolling wall of sound
Always choose the easy
ways
change your minds eye
till you notice
it's a rehearsal
get ready to get by with exhilaration
in lieu of hope
by adjusting distance with (eyes)
A message from the house
that plays all night music
all night long
In time like music
by balancing methods and materials
by association (for accuracy use rules)
Using the 1st chance
(by example a moniter keeping hands and brushes clean
by acting closer to the picture
The longer you leave the idea
the better it gets like ice cream
or painted still water
glassy eyed
work in/on stages till you cancel elliptical opposites to be bridges
by 1st apprehension
Work quickly and confidently
feeling the way
ideas are no more than patterns
cheap at 1/2 the price
art is like science
as colour drains earth you are space
a nearly blind wanderer
each nine like nature mocking art
when we run out of reach of reason
and each other
she touches your body for being atomic
till you cant work at all
live for art you say
a chilling love that burns out afterrnoons
and sleep like a light while/?
you learn about the minds alive
feed it staying on a thought
till you learn about the body
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preparing your temporal sentiments
till its poisoned and work on green
praying for accidents till fatality like dread
meets you half way with a guide
brings you back through spheres
that touches your body
Colour mystifies. Energy in sympathy creates low energy area
-ve to object of sympathy (+ve)
Slowed time sense creates +ve energy
Morality creates other possible worlds.
Reality is an illusion (proof: experience of the void)
Meat activates the unconscious mind (main variable)
Creation - asleep, creates image
word - thought - power to create (dream)
the double illusion good/reality awake/asleep etc.
Heat creates thought
loud sound has no density
3 experiments 1 food 2 door 3 energy
3 converging streams imagery, colour, meaning (containment) Origins
Space and time are indefinite
Biological systems function as clocks
Rubens in the morning awning
Renoir yr face in the clouds
Resnais Merlins ring at the bottom of sea
Robbe-Grillet to balance this with rock is I guess
the emergence of women rock stars
Crime of love did Rimbaud write for the final rebirth
The system needs gods to do the deal
Man/woman to keep the bargain
But he'd previously looked into the xxxx?
written his poetry into the future
Stones Back to a bed of pebbles? how?
underwater