hinge de l’être

autour du cadavre th

oughtblade story é

gorgé dans les latrines

organizing states de sang

et d’excréments heavy

wounds kicking in doors

produced une intense circ

ulation de sperme s

tarting skull or la source

féminine de ce fleuve

pathpower’s governttbtbment

de stupres et d’infamies

manual section un culte

automatic infrastructure

rites imbéciles et déchargés

the thting succe heavy le

parricide compares its goat-fish

trumpet monster éjacule the

double story complaints

smoulder dans un état de

ébullition bath mat injecté

de matière livide or story

as thing wordless field et

les pierres que vivent mind-fish

punk tuna face metaphor

comme les bubons effervescentes

d’une peste on the

rooftops the end home une

boule parfaitment sphérique

our frozen sensory peas un

oracle hydromantique st

ripped of sound the tuning

wrong the knobs steaming

l’homme passe una grosse

chaîne autor du phallus

documentary account of th

oughts la punition at

tachée à son sommeil

opposite state’s howl who

plants these cartes d’ast

ronomie a power disbea

ce fleuve intelligent w

ater cosmetic écume

les odeurs affreuses b

oiling at the intestile

neth ,sous terre

From Jim Leftwich,

Six Months Aint No Sentence,

Book 53, 2013

&

Antonin Artaud, Héliogabale,

ou l’anarchiste couronné, 1934

filthy chowder

meat and sand the

wall’s lap protectant’s

dribbling in the falling hole

yr regurgitant chewed

,what stuns its  ik  ik  ik

the desert ,with rain ,fills

,choppy grey lake ˄˄˄˄˄˄˄

rabb its twitching on the

shores sodden books

tongues for markers and

,like syrup ,I sank into

my pants  ink  ink  ink

where yr facial claw

retracts the udder

clown inhales~.~~..~.~...~~.~

~.~..~.~...~silted air~..~.~...~~..~.~~..~

La circulation souterraine que alimentait

nuit et jour...

- Antonin Artaud

indentino

tu cancro beso tu fu

marola insensible un pl

ato es un reloj indemne

como mi pierna izquierda

,mierda ’muj, ’ me‘j, ‘ m’aj ‘  ’

m’or‘tal la bhoca finis

tierrah que de hablar no

se deja en nada tengo las

cosas ,el bubo invol

cánico que mis labios ,rein

vertidos ,repartidos ,se acer

can lad rantes con su pus

legible y su nunca audible por

la jeta abstracta ,con trozos

de inf ante

...atle ipan ninentlamati...

- Anónimo; recogido por Ruiz de Alarcón

  

footware

sieze heel ,arm the

name crowd log ,obvi

metrics and the spiral

wind ,across the laun

dried lake the leaf

tunnel ,clattering with

stones ,where a sod

den book repaged the

tale ,barking down the

stairs ,to the sloshing

basement ,where the

index swirls the in

sects drown ,and

lift your shoe

...gakk, sppit, chhoke...

- Nick L. Nips

 

snores

fucking loot

ahn bomb

door an shale

izonte

blit

towel

mast

LA CHAIR DU CENOTE, read by the author:
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aquí y ahora

sure the shoe was sm

oky sure the culo cule

brabra seguro que sí  .si

n point er ni ,s in

shadow in the bookcase

was yr wornout finger

sure it ,masticado

,was ,a ,luminaria

drowning in your rain

.sure the sore was

sore the swim was

sweat ed en el

,rincón de las hor

migas que ríen  .wh

ere los calcetines ,en

sus nudos ,duermen

El espacio existe...

- Ulises Carrión

  

um

,look ,shut ,doggy ,melt

,blam be ,hind ,lifter

fog a ,puma ,sorted ,b

rag and ,climber ,it ,chy

saddle wha ,t necked ,

,en ,tr ,antsed ,boy

o fill ,et a ,fryer sp

litting on the rocks o

start o bore o mean ah

mesmer ,whiling through

the gland afternoon

...eh ,no...yet...

adjetival

loma puerca ,merca s

endas clisés ,porquerías

y la plancha de mi

texto chamuscado ,m

esa de ccomiddass cco

ttiddianass y tu gritosorbo

.sword said sweating

mud and arch support

)wander up the squealing

slope a ,thunk twister

ump pmu mp mp nor(

plenty colindero con el

fin siestino

...sin ningín sustantivo

- Rafael Lamata Cotanda

  

l’après-midi

te tocaba ,l’ombre que

tu devins ,Mallarmé ,tr

ueno lo que dijo a

sombrar las charcas

“divinas y” )fier si

lence(  y mis peldaños

au fond d’eau don

de me bajaba al

subir ,tu ,des integr

ante con tus alas

de libro abierto

...mi cosita ,despierta

,con tu ojo empapado

...tristes vapeurs.

- Stéphane Mallarmé

lunch wheel

your wheeling lunch your

jostling shirt your ouch

hameter unfolding in yr

pocket ┌──┐ chaise of

carne asada an da a

ir escu pitazo mas

carte el tenedor  .)your

squealing your tossing your

door recording  ...(  what

‘s crawling off your p

late what’s left ,b

reathing in yr lap

the boiler the loot the

slice of pepper jack

 

escrito con pluma

es peranza es camado es

pumoso ,del coche rut i

lante ,si ruta me queda

p’alante ,temor ,culeado

,fornido de rayos apagados

,es ,carretera en llamas ,lo

ladrante ,lo perro que se

fué de la puerta la pu

erta vacía                     me

va la encía me

va el pie me va el t

rueno de mi cabellera sin

grava sin colillas sin las

basuritas brillantes del

sol antañero ,serpiente

que se come las plumas

 

so so so

So I spun the sod den

corn nap the car stea

ming like a bush your

back seat stuffed with

pillows and a shovel on

the stove a pot of ears

boils ants clouds sw

eating on the ceiling wh

ere I hung my itching

shoe ;;; sung the clotted

morn my charred hat

seems ,your crushed f

eet your bills and trouble

;;;  yr fears knotted in

yr pants just drop yr

jaw let the gnats c

rowd in ****************

...feu de l’air...

- Comte N. U. d’Âge

  

blind tlaloc

On the sweltering floor  yr

face loot squalls a tower

giggling in its tturdy opa

lesence oh ffoggy comb an

lintel where yr eyes are

carved ! ;;;;; saw the

ants glyph scrawl a way ;;

;;; the Ttree center full

of stOones the corn showers

]ssomethhing mmeltinng under the

bed[   )my shoes speaking in

the headache ...the clloud

brreathes the lleg the yyolk the

lleg ...o

...ixtetl...

- C. Haac

the ‘maters

orange ,under the drooping

,leaves ,dirtsprung hands

,or gold ,spheres ,es

caped my eyes ,to

fall in mud ,or the

cornea’s cloudy ,leaves

me standing ,and in my

churning sleep

an icy shoe returns

‘    ’    ’   ‘  ‘   ’   ‘

where the compost’s

crowned with flies

.my uttered wallet’s

nest my sandy keys

my knife crusted

with sticky see

ds  .))under the water’s

mile ,I slept

...las semillas que subían...

- Carlos Pellicer

exlumation

b oil nos tril ,g ,nat

es dri ppy ,off the

f loor ,s hoe f ills ,a

m ask o f og the

han ky rai sed ,a f

lag un foiled ,to

ward the st reaming

c aves ,of rain the

mater ,so’s yr fin

g ered sn akes yr g

rippless toes and linty

shirt ,damp ,ered

while the exhalation’s

in ,bur bling at the mou

th ,rem akes the soaking

air ,or light

Toda la mierda literaria ha

ido quedando atrás.

- Roberto Bolaño

 

río por fin

the shirt a wave ,my tumb

ling  .the corn disappears

so my eye “returns” .the

rubble the sandwich the

drizzle ,forgot ,“remembered”

the silt-white water  .river

,stumbling ,through my bou

ldered pants my leg my

le g ,ate and squealing

in the flood’s meatless

sleeves tunnels rushing

toward’s mouth ,at

last ,coughing

Entre estos árboles que he inventado

y que no son árboles

estoy yo.

- Roberto Bolaño

 

spackled and cloudy

bright shoe time

the gelid wing

gore ,flowering

dry books

heaving

lesioned hills

Blinked in Ivan Argüelles’

“is ,was”

soon

towels and corn ,my

eachless leg your rug

,if sticky ,contains a

,hosed not flagged ,wh

at scribbles in ,flu

shed and swirled ,the

b owl’s beak of war ,all

pointed toward yr

,but swallowed ,boiling

neck  .‘s creamed down

stream ,was ash ,a

tongue the current ,r

anting ,lapped ,that s

lick white shore

.the kernels ,in 

sweaty fabric w

rapped ,hold the

liq ,if changing quid

,tale   ‘   ‘  ’     ‘    ’    ‘   ‘

...glimmered on green waters...

-  H. P. Lovecraft

  

bostapuerta

shoe ,the fraught dog’s

shit’s sweetened sole ,a

crap comp action toward

,if dreamed ,the fragrant

lunch ,a bowl of pho

,nemes c lanked ac ross

the cuad erno ,donde

mi lencgua cahminaba

con un pie descalzo  .f

rénétique ,plusieurs voix

‘,vol des dents ,me bar

king are ,where I

sat down ,the double

s ticks ,my m out h f

raming ,were roads \?

,ending in my sweaty

fist  :and wheezed be

hind the lungless door

...el pecho pasaba de silbo

a soterrado retumbo...

- José Lezama Lima

ig nition

en gina y ,motor ,de

hesperar el fhin ...tu

lhumen ,g ears an eyes

,the teet h ang in’s

bucket’s escupitazos y

vendajes you went des c

ried ,the key ,b ent ,om

ological m ask ,star

ter screeching y noh

se mueve nhada ,ges

ticulaciones del escen

ario a la puerta ,incom

prensibles ,humo ,gnats

,que sube por un harbol

,el pain de mi pecho

uhna ahspirina es

,soaked in gasoline

...the moony zhoomer glimmers...

- James Whitcomb Riley