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Sunday, 22 December 2024
Vote For Blooming Landscapes (After Aleksandr Laktionov), 2024
Oil on Expensive European Fabric
85cm x 40cm
Bullish On Fresh Meadows, 2024
Merrill Lynch Golf tees, Jesmonite, Acrylic Paint, Flour
Dimensions Variable
Bullish On Fresh Meadows (doorstop), 2024
Merrill Lynch Golf Tees, Jesmonite, acrylic paint, Ferrero Rocher
Dimensions Variable
Thursday, 19 December 2024
Pl. de Bethléem (draft/unfinished)
Pl. de Bethléem
Spinette again calling on your fingers
the gauge galvanized steel mouth
No God available, MacCharlie
gardiens de la paix Galilee blue
& the luxury of punishment purple coats
Leichtgläubigkeit & the guilt of feelings
buried in flowers grey pig faces
police radios terminate
heath death code the house of meat
over the sunne in a high place
Jesus Bandstand Rota Fortunae
in a checkpoint or a fence
each blessed two bundles of Narcissus
Basic Fit & the solar annulus
The European Federation of Bethlehem
where Jesuve deals breathe furled
lanes of hash The Green Wreath
the world mixed in a cup
biometric into sausage
all the way to Zuid Station
derivatives, speculations
census fedayeen kicking at
Heavens Tophet
only the winner is in the light,
you can’t see the loser.
Monday, 16 December 2024
Thursday, 12 December 2024
The Torn Factory (draft/unfinished)
But with regard to the material world, we can at least go so far as this—we can perceive that events are brought about not by insulated interpositions of Divine power, exerted in each particular case, but by the establishment of general laws.
W. WHEWELL: Bridgewater Treatise
Let's connect to explore how we can collaborate and achieve success together in the dynamic oil and gas industry.
JC
Your father as a territory manager
& midstream technology products
the rim of the sky we never speak of it
& in that twilight Cameron,
a Schlumberger company floating
above Product Managers
scoured Surface Solutions
infirmed & said aloud under
Deepwater Horizon Oil Spill 2010
the Blowout Preventer (amended)
the last line of defence -
your father as a territory manager
spewing oil & gas into Gulf waters for 87 days
a Filipino maid bent on Jerusalem stone
modified in China the Macondo well
everything upside down inside its darkness
the largest in Marine history,
The American International School of Muscat
we never speak of it, the sandboxes
the severity of the incident on the rig
its faultless relevance to you & your father
all the data from post-accident examinations
bent the soft glades over whorls
like a pipe buckling never tires
of punishment & watching meat is better
in circles circles comrade solidarity mewling
glass etched mutual fear stage lit
wanting to be an immigrant
or to become one, deformed the 87-day-long
want for thistles impossible in the sun
& categorically barred feelings nurse-like
within the Contract Negotiation under
white fathers English face through
SGV Frac Valves machined aluminium
autonomy new technologies that eliminate
manual work in red zones, hands
Kangaroo Court WhatsApp Curse
talk about radical politics the infirmed
doggo the dead red zones down walls
gutted the SMS cascades anodised
the doggo efforts to bring it under control
a love tool you use to on yourself after
to shame me a worker who never tires
the immigrant in the carbamide wash
or the want to become one,
reliquary valorising gavel nixed metal
the largest in the world,
its laws underlight schism
alone to spelling & unspelling
new Euclids Modern Homes
covered in ice & gone suddenly
the firebrands huddled in the torn factory
imagining itself as the factory, as the floor
the walls, the doors & eventually the
law I believe in paranoia now
fluids directed
& the mad perfection of disease
or to want become one,
the municipal blood
again in a final common pathway,
the sink, the toilet or the drain
no matter what gratuitous things people do
to one another it is best
a scapegoat is painted luminous yellow
& put in a semi-public toilet as an idea
& the unapproachable core
of anonymity around its
firing squad categorically bars its feelings
the Whatsapp Kangaroo Court
is ugly & overpowering
but discrete & faceless Social Darwinism
works played out from cloisters
as one way glass plain endowments
secondments & the half-life academic
furrows are on fire this nether hell
stretches from patio to soft glades
the punishment watching
called ‘effective compression’
you use it on yourself at night
everything is sloughing
for relief like due process
like gavel nixed metal the rond-points that
turn on a ruined Eherecht
terms & conditions, you signed in the dark
the synthetic blood provision terrorising
a cold emptiness as mere things float
in natural unison endowed chosen ends
can be jeopardized & the unapproachable core
of that anonymity can burn around its edges
that circular firing squad
turn in centrifugal spasms
like a major offshore accident,
the Invisible Hand your father as a territory manager
your imagined demonic
High Density-Polyethylene House
its roof burning my eyes a reshe
& endless vanguards running away
days of mouldwrap never tires
the shallowest feeling pools around
Purchese Street Open Space diversionary concrete
Botched up Artwork depicting
intra sexual,
intra working class sadistic act
under the Emergency Powers Act,
depicting a trench where two soldiers
in the foreground are engaged in
a heinous hand-to-hand
fight not only between opposite armies
but also two opposite social classes
the common project, the internal disparagement
an upturned ark an imagined version
in axel grease in the hospital
all the infernal strategies
are dark pathologies
so that maisonettes break up
but not yours your last father
as the last territory manager
in the last maisonette
for one last communique
the vocab slips characteristic
of the auto-didact drugs I know but
class struggle is really
Customer Service & the prescriptions
nothing more now being symbolically dead
everybody has tears in their eyes
but does not mind being there
probably does not even know
there are complex passwords
numerical codes physical keys,
what it means to undarken
light somewhere the bare soft light
I am scentless with peak freedom,
a red tape rolodex wraps around
my neck sheds a rubber stamp.