The latest posts tagged with n. dahlke
Wednesday — March 14, 2012
two dings and a dong
n. dahlke - 2011 - acrylic and found image collage - 20” x 16”
the intensity of nude data
{practical industrial applications}
the intensity between the
and this
electricity
in turn releases substance
based upon implausible
connections
from auditory recordings
p
o
u
r
stimuli
response shows
individual
selectivity
described below
with is wider
this information preserved
the level
the many
together from quasi-spatial standing
progressively maintained
this arrangement
system
presented
our stimulus
to complete
mind-loudness
the interpretation moving
the ways which these abilities look
instantly think
and
clap once
process………..gone
order………..heard
raw………..description
data is a journey found in stems and levels
brain furrows/mucous pearls/erosion finger pathway by N. Dahlke & Peter Greene
love hands trace downward spirals
craving unique oscillating brain control
control; sense the loss of it on my
hands and underwear - picking at my
mucous membranes, flaking out, at home,
not quite alone for there is a pair
of ragged claws, with extra legs here
here you renew the cycle
here you were once normal
here is where you fade away
under the sheer frequency of detail
detail bed-check complete; now all the
little vermin are lined up in regiments
and roused for roistering - i pick one,
exquisitely pop it - for they must
know fear, know me, to know
the pleasure of relief
relief of an unusual incident
where furrows of dark tissue
were etched by touching
both contacts to the tongue
closed circuit
pure stab action was revealed
revealed now i am before you, my tiny
hordes apparent; every crevice
leaps with black-legged dots and
spots of blood have dried around my
pores; i am in your clean hotel bed
before you get there, and gone
before you leave
leave a finger at the back door
signaling a sensitive exchange
batteries buzzing
paper stripped
warm pulses convert to written letters
letters i can move towards you in a
sentence; in a heartbeat or an envelope
i teem with love for you - admit
my blackened fly-blasted rose into yourself and drown
in the sweet sweat scent of my pants and hands and dirty linens as we go together to our motel love-places
love-places
i thought you said hot buttered gloved-spaces
simple rounded delicate-laces
bending only
when the spores are ripe
ripe i drop pearls; sweat in your eyes, and mouth my beard is juicy; i drop lower, to worship and begin to feel like a dog - dirty, uncouth and itchy, my lower desires are apparent in my eyes - and i smile
smile curved importance of an oral sucker
licking a lovely pattern
around a smattering of hair and teeth
the latter just continues its public grinding
grinding finally, in the dirt, the sea washes over us: easy, this passing and repassing of ultimate thresholds - easy,
this under-back quick erosion
erosion of fleshier whims
sort of like sinking a hand
into full length fur coats
said the one-armed prostitute
sticky manifestations of deployed laid lines
scratched vertical like
like cleaved, cleft - clinging - like to like and a terrible mystery between us - blinded, joined, we form a new singularity a prison of two-in-one alone again at last, but
with someone to talk to
to serve as a bent record of experience
only an exact mechanism
can excite the hair
pathways whorl
whorl twisting round each other
in a final spiral each
beginning with each other’s end - we
disappear in a singularity of love









