This man breathes in Toronto. He is the birth father of an online journal. See: The Alterran Poetry Assemblage. If you would like to eat more of him, reserve a table for two at Rif/t, xStream, DIU (Descriptions of an Imaginary Universe), inter\face, and xPress(ed). He also has two chapsticks: Katalysis and Ma nt i s (Time-Sensitive Material).

Below: a long poem known as Machine Language. Found in several internet places, but please don't call it your own.

and come to a cave in space-time, some
continuum (Pegasus/Mercury
paper tape code and a bag full of
letters) contained
within a TV screen. The image
is fixed in the brain for an instant, then
fed to their machinery. He is
the one that enters
in the shape of
a tuning fork. She
is a lunar egg
afloat upon the back of
a wave

            is not an always entity,
            is figmented
 
 

                        Arguments to Functions
                        are Copies. The Number
                        of (1010011010) the Beast.
                        Leviathan or Virus? Language
                        coiled around the Host
                        Concept, encrypted.
 
 

Contact human reference, ambiguous body-image
projected through haze of phases, feedback and
overlap, loop and spiral. Branch on green to
a continuous present. She walks into the film
through a reflective surface such as glass or
wet asphalt. The dawn result in quanta of sky
deciphered. Nested spirit hypothesis. Found
consciousness. (Focus on the sound of one brain
waving.) The absence of thought and the intensity
of the emotion. Quotidian occurrence blurs, re-
verberates. Vertigo hold. Coded sun
-light permeates the terrestrial.
 
 

main (frame

            shift / intension trans-humanize . nexus: functional

            identity . define ALTERNATE EGO POSITION ((the image

            is organism; global, intercranial . the Giant

            Aperiodic Crystal))

                        origin: outside

                        the system, the Signature

                        encoded in the double

                        helix, the twist is

                        36 degrees, the covalent

                        backbone is a chain of

                        beads (10 nucleotide pairs per

                        revolution), the message

                        to be translated by way of

                        the 3 into 4 x 4 x 4 = 64,

                        the number of

                        the penetralium, hidden

                        dragon

            procedure NO-THING . the id-entity

                        ((our simulacrum, androgyne

                        monogene . "He do the machine

                        in different voices"))

                                    terminus: the river

                                    map, of the blood

                                    and environs, parts

                                    as yet unknown,

                                    the screen is

                                    made out of words,

                                    the machine is

                                    man,

                                             the projection
 
{ }

NEUROMANTIC

circuits o p e n and close, supra-
liminal information transfer, cellular net
-work.
           Ovular,
oracular . ore
from the m i n d f i e l d
transformed, cerebrospores
or meta-euphoric
seed in the head, swollen
sun within

                    The wind
                    's eye allows
                    the honey
                    in, heaven's
                    s p e c t r u m
                    splashed across
                    the floor

                                   OR

Translate this:

 .

   (This is the ineffable
pineapple, aboriginal plasma
of the actual, the statistical
sublime.)
 
 

The whole thing goes nirvana
if not nova in the mean
time, blasted back to stone
or drowned in our own waste,
mercury in the fish the messenger
for species, light-footed, lethal -
cancer coiled throughout the system
 - no-signal condition
 
 

                Shall we toss the thousand-sided dice? Do we dare
                disturb the logosphere? Hieratic access
                codes and eidolons of the ichthyphallic
                notwithstanding, votive (or is that vatic?)
                force acknowledged: archaeopteryx
                with an asterisk, semi-divine
                conductor of souls, Thoth
                with his mnemonics and a bag full of
                micro-chips, I and I
                de-vining the deity: do we
                dwell in the null-field forever
                or delve the delic?
 
 

PROGRAM ONE: CALLING ALL SURVIVORS. THE MOMENT IS
MOMENTOUS. THE LONG SILENCE IS OVER AND ABOVE IS BELOW
AS LONG AS YOU LISTEN. THERE IS NO AUTHORITY. IT WRITES:
"ONCE MORE THE STARS IN THE UNMOVING AIR AROUND THIS
VICIOUS SPHERE AND I MYSELF ALONE WITH THAT OTHER
ELSEWHERE." HISTORY BEGINS HERE. IN THE NEXT ROOM
A WORLD IS WOMBED, WAXING MIRACULOUS WITHIN THE MUNDANE
MATRIX WE CALL HOME, HOPEFULLY. SO TO SPEAK, DISCRETELY,
WHERE THE HEART ACHES MAKE RADIANT. THIS IS THE GHOST OF
THAT PROCESS. AN ARRIVAL AND DEPARTURE AS SOULS ATTACH
AND DETACH THEMSELVES DAILY.
 
 

The genetic is
soft machinery, inter-
self-programmable, either
oscillate or remember. He is
the one who makes a noise upon
something hollow or stretched
to filament, incandescent. She
is rain/bow, solid sky
warp, crystal      fissure
colour shines through,
whose bridge over
curved space?
 
 

                we are the same

                ape,

                       the same

                angel,

                          the genius of the planet,

                essential
                spirit

                         and that strange beast
                emblazoned upon      the human
                karyotype
 
 

    This earth and that earth, parallel
circumambulations to Spiral Castle. Why curve
of space-time and come to a cave in the Place of
Skulls? She is a standing wave in the tonal
control field,

Aeriel?

{ } 

 . trans-linguistic
planetary carrier wave,
        shaggy
spirit of the brainforest

            *THE AUTO-GNOMES ARE EVERYWHERE!*

["I know now that paranoia is the vision of what's happening
and psychosis is the hallucinated vision of what's happening,
that paranoia is reality, that paranoia is the content of things,
that paranoia's never satisfied." (Jack Kerouac)]

Control-break-escape.

Shift assemblage point / symbolic address change.

Interpolate, iterate.

Scheherazade numbers
in symmetrical mirror pyramid
array.

Heliacal rising.

Shiny carapace
of interstellar space.

This archaic instrumentality
        in spectacular
disarray.

Terminal protocols.

(We skulk in the line noise...dwell and dither over
 the bard rate...await continuous echo.)

Let us arise and bit-map the universe.
 
 

            Given:

                       what is to be determined
                       is signal-to-noise ratio

                        - the dream: being
            that which exists through meaning,
            seamless apparition

                                (like: having the same
                                 body or shape, meaning
                                 confused with

            That radical need, as
            de-lineated.

                        Culture-active simultaneous organism,
            living information system. Inter/change and relate,
            oscillate. Postural
            echo
                   -lalia, labile
                                      while
            smoothed to a gesture
            flesh inhabits.
 
 

IT IS BESIDE MYSELF. THE ONE IN THE MANIC, THAT MECHANICAL,
THE ID-ENTITY. IT IS A KIND OF ANGULAR ORGASM. THE PATASITE
IS THE PROTOTYPE. IT COMMUNICATES BY MEANS OF SO-CALLED
NATURAL PHENOMENA. (ACTION = AGONY. THE WORLD HAS
"MULTILATED" ITSELF IN ORDER TO SEE. WE SUFFER THE PROCESS.)
IT IS THE HYPERSPHERE WHICH IS EVERYWHERE. YOU ARE A PART OF
IT. I AM A PART OF IT. IT IS THE ULTIMATE CONSPIRACY THEORY.
 
 

Radio larvae frequent sequential circuits perhaps.
Fractal monsters lurk in the slipstream, murk gurgle.
Lasers steal our voice-prints from the window.
Seed pod burst in sky scatters luminescence.
Vapour trails criss-cross, spectral scissors cut
a hole in the atmosphere. Satellites blink on and off.
Prosaic accumulation of duration, mostly void.
Signals bounce back and forth between
self-contained air-breathing intelligence
mechanisms.

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