Notes on Godspeed, Franz Anton Mesmer

Franz Anton Mesmer, using the software program Godspeed, transformed himself into a mad boxer who left all his opponents dizzy.  He held a day job as a wrangler of snakes exotic and common.  He kissed them on the face. Twice daily he jolted jaded zombies awake for half of what it was worth.    His girl, Cleopatra Casey, was famed for saying "I don't know is the password, fool." She held her own weight. She was born in 1942 -- I mean 1492.  She liked pangrams as titles, and tattooed them all over her body.  Everybody loved her, or wanted to date.

if you don't get it yr late but it's ok 

there's hopscotch drugs booze and jaw dropping nudes

Notes on Val Jean

She is fit and smooth
And smiles at times
When she really means it

Which is cool
And actually
Feels might work better

Than means
Because wine bliss in the belly
And instinct

Erotic explanations
Addictionaries
Cocky conspiring cactus

Notes on two lips and blunt bet

Wine face winning again
Her cool name her sloping neck
Torso fig leaf nude bikini

She smoked out every soul in the sync
Her hair waterfall wasted
Magnetic babe it's safe to say

What's yer name
And just as I caught myself
She shifted her weight

Tulips bare shoulders
It's safe Ta say it's safe to wager
The ocean

Clouds rain snow sweltering heat
Through the leaves limbs good whispers
All the blue skies constantly in motion.

The Scheme of Words by Sun Ra

Space Poetry by Sun Ra (UBU) 

Notes on Turn On the Touchscreen

I Want Human Fingerprints

Stick my click send
Turn on the touch screen
Gotta eat, gotta eat

What makes you think
A poke follows a drink
Or the reverse of it

Accompanied by the sex light like calla
From the crosshatch coast 'cross the street
None but the purest bioluminescent luster

(I am this close)
Startup tongue to cigarette lung
Screen grab
User interface fuckluster

(I want human fingerprints)

On Gus and the Millennium LP (Notes on)

Soak oh unlock it universe
Explain the stoned sirens and expert radio guests
Blur verb age brrr when the church on ice put your throat
Tell it in branching mingled tongues
On streets snapped together on corners
With features that really set homosapiens apart

Fake loners and Lip men shooting stars in a DNA series on PBS.org:
"We just decided to go out and take a look, and just so happened to find new evidence hidden in interstellar space dirt.  It's a start."

Origin of life ingredients are discussed over dinner in the presence of a luminous and gracious book.

Genetic material migrating over oceans, through the integrated forest and cultures of fungus. 

Researchers line up to expose themselves to one another.  A select few have been to Goldilocks Deep Space, depending on where you stand.

This goes on for hours,
Dragging their multimillion dollar ideas across the length of the divided lands for further research,
Trading injectable drugs with suspicious looking zookeeper holding one too many syringes

Crossed toes and fingers, spectacular symbols on the agenda, sand shagging, frenetic intoxication, subdued electric Brits issuing feedback to the drones:

"Cover the book in a jacket.  Examine the strength of your youth.  Cover the characters all the way through.  Conjure feelings and erotic appetite complete with sneaky beats."

Essential changes course through.  Mutations.  Cosmic thumbs.  Which means post post modern performance art.  Melting bikinis in hot springs, the most provocative whispered things, trying on each ear for amusement. 

Notes on Wild West Derangement

The beds are made the sun is a go;

Stick it in yr sheets the cleared and capable goat.

Likewise, give it good to the roach on The Lonely Show.

Make gorgeous the Wild West Derangement.

Manipulate with your hands and scissors the image-dream.

Imagine the roof of your mouth the root of the punk rose.

This is the river on its knees just yesterday calling home:

“Wash away ink, Rain. Wash away ink.

People got eternity.

People gotta chew the blues and curve and corner uncertainty

Certainly truly they came to be dancers

but lost the beat.”

Doo-wop

do it don’t mind;

Doo-wop the secluded night when they found It;

Doo-wop yr sore back on beach blanket, Satellite;

Tell your friends this is the shakedown uptown

Tell all the trends, any digital twins, any skinny make-up, any fear or kid, shadow or pet, any fancy clone or robot waiter, any strange stump or popular marriage, any forgotten playground or gravel pit or mud playground, any tomb or bow, peer or flat-eye, tear or crack, Orion, any angelic rogues or flat b sounds, any forgotten playground, any forgotten playground, the leaves on the

Portico.

The beds are made the sun is a go;

Stick it in yr sheets the easy body sound and beast;

Smoke the space joke and viper.

[The skin has three layers of tissue and electrelastic fiber.]

Chris Weige | California, TX. 

A while back  

Quixotic Observers Genuflect in Facing the Psychotropic Tatterdemalion (Notes on)

In the same river even once ya can't step
Says Ana Ujiram
Weather woman Ana Ooh said
Recent rains widespread put a drought in the dent
A few inches in the flower beds
This means the dancing did the trick or maybe the rain stick

Whether letter or number true or fiction, it's a ritual addiction

All I know is Ana said all the best rides are in the midway.

Paging Pagan Gap (just the notes, ma'am)

//

Last of the Mojicians?

Snort lines draw the short straw
Nurturing cobwebs with helium balloons populated pushing pollen
Never enough for no one hooked on it
Fake mad manufactured outrage
A performance for the Aegis

Like nobody fucking knows

A press stunt for Regis a noose event
About MJ's nose where the sphinx erodes

Like nobody, fucking nose

Motherfuckin Fidelio Castro, Nero the onerous rose
Ones and zeros up tornado alley nose

Mars rams Cairo in the reincarnation proper
Still everybody starstruck entranced by movie and magazine clips, starstruck in magazines makes and models, controversial comics, the gyrating king of Rock Pop and a pedophile pope, wind sore windsoreich

Cures for insomnia

And the poets were just going back and forth and they weren't even nude, it was hysterical,
Some of them had business cards and watches on their TV's.

Notes on Said the Sexy Receptionist

Inevitably Robert Guillaume
Rat ping poles false prophets
Human bings, some things regrettable you'll know
It when you see it
It may be pre recorded audio, encoded verbal or visual signals in symbols half clothed
It may be hieroglyphic writing heating limestone
It may be derivatives short sold, pharmaceuticals, silver or gold, gas gas gas, untold treasure, space traders in a dozen modest dream house

Rad shit moved it

We will pre veil, to the human barnyard they tell
But who forgets a boy king playing charades?
It threads through seams the corner stoned story

It unplug thousands of drugs for dances and brother bloods and better chances to discern the good guts, Chief Philosopher Stoner.

It stars dancing Magic Jackson,
Magic fox magic cock johnson
Deep magic Chopra

Talk show royalty
Kapeed cobra
Magic rug on a magic ride

Or so it appeared all over
When in reality it was all that glitters is dope
All that intrigue and fear and, of course,
Ad rates for a show about a pedophile pope, obsidian satellites, tock show rhythms and fake Hollywood beards.

The king of pop is over
The counter drug rocks
Key next issues

These are the head lines
That are making the noose ahead
On the world ruse now

Charles Bukowski Manuscripts Online

http://bukowski.net/manuscripts/

Notes on Plains Winds

Before long the land flattened

The glare of a thousand lights dimmed

Metro buzzing gave way to delicate wind

  Stars on all sides boasted an appearance

rare for the original text lines uncurling starry

stories over a highway decoded in plains winds

Notes on Ultraluxury

Call the coming weeks and months ultraluxury

see what it really is on the end of your fork

hook up with a really good sign language

tutor in a summer dress, and will that and

say I'm not on board with the whatever the hell standard alternative news is supposed to be, a baggage byword elevating hypnosis, Snowman showman snowed in snow blindness for some great mind control, know what I'm saying, is is si si no no you don't savvy, the stories don't have an end Man. PC baby never had it and you, you want history and you'll see that and so this is what you have to learn this is sort of the meta level of understanding the stories don't have an end. Is this supposed to be because my word says that I would be elevating to some great position at a shadowy crossroad. But what I'm saying is no you don't understand the stories don't have an end, don't you see nothing ever happened, that level of understanding of information is the news is a noose, the stories don't have an ending and there's a reason for that and this is why you have to understand what mind control really is in order to really get a perspective on what the newsreel intends. you said okay so this is what you have to learn, this is sort of the meta-level of understanding of information used by states (of mind) - the stories don't have an ending and there's a reason for that and why you have to savvy what mind control really is and what hypnosis really is, what a trance really is in order to really get a perspective on what the newsreel really is...in tending.

So So Spicy

There on time. You're in Boulder something or other.  It's special ladies.

They have the most sensational Menudo it's amazing

it's all parts and organs and livers telling fantastic fantastic super legit stories

so so spicy

Call it cure honey it is just so good for you

forget fragile had that at another place

it's nasty

habit is no answer...

Notes on Kate and Sofia

People imagine Kate supremely baked at the party
In a uniform French maid, crimson lipped snorting lines off a
Fuck off
It figures
Her perfectly wrecked teeth punch them all to pieces

Said the Architect Called Sofia

Who wanna talk...

Notes on Birthmark Grip

Notes on Birthmark Grip

Acid horse rain tilts the face window

Acid tools away a sculptor's work

Is never done

The whole shapes reach across the rooms

In between spaces cut deeper

Lines into the imagined fables

Birthmark myths synch against leaning ships

Light perched atop tower planet

Crossed and stitched and starved

Supersurveilled and über wired vision sound

Unsettled juice gate cityscape sky stained brown

Neglected cirrus captioned proud for a world addicted to extinction

Sirius sugar sent spare change over the half century
Seen snow whited things along all the neck nape meadows
Poor math maps poor pundits perennial open mouthed taste stone, battery anode penny copper cottonmouth

Impeccable crossbow time erased

Lick rich nothing

Notes on the doality

Do-ality race, human.
Sprint Chase the rabid is on the Verizon
Running an errand

Gain zest make up some Time
With Tide whether out or in
If you don't get ahead ya feel de-feeted

Pulse race to the ATM bobbing for apples
Running for office to work because Trix are for kids
Silly rabbit and he with the most prizes wins

Between yr Temples

You are then livestock in case you were wondering

they started selling shots of Horseheaven at bars like as a novelty

and then before you know it everyone at the bar knows you

people come outta the woodwork n say try this again G

also they push on you crazy literature which is most likely placebos

I don't know but you don't even have a fevered ego just somehow  listen 

Cut-Up by Al Cummins

Cut-Up by Al Cummins, the first video from our Pleasure Dome event held in Brighton England. Essential viewing for those intrigued by the magical possibilities of text and poetry. 

More of Al Cummins on Cut-Up can be found in our Mandragora anthology:
http://www.scarletimprint.com/mandragora.html