dialer dialogues xviii

i am weak like a grapevine, sinuous and drunk, clutter of tungs. i ply ployed play. i walk on the dead and they talk among themselves like cats. who knows the stretches of soul as it languishes in slaughtered deserts? i’ve seen leaves rise like stars on the crucifixion of time and not flinched. who has not shed some clothes for unremembered passages? who has not said no to opening a door? i am strong like yone and shige. the dead are not the unliving, nor are they the oncehavebeen. the dead are us, traded around strange guberniyas. let us sing together our untranslatable songs, on ashes of quashed fires, stories of silent joy

i walk a bridge from void to void, upon arriving a voidoid i become, form of see, weird of know

and dialogue is not some exchange between two or more parties seeking understanding, means, ends. dialogue is a rupture in night’s impenetrability, blinding us to ourselves, convention knowledge virtue effort … this wandering lacking destination or measure, words disturbed muttering of wind

we have spoken you and i across the spaces. we have placed ourselves like imaginary planks on death’s infinite bog and walked across and our walking is our words

who said love is anything but these spaces, this place and walking?

diaper dialogues xiv

i noticed something

what’s that?

dalí, dalai, diaper, dialogue, and dalliance all have dia in them

and 80% have el also

dia means through

and el god

through god

through with god

threw god through god

enthusiastic

emmanuel

imam url

obscure

the topic today’s letter serendipities?

the topic today’s the topic today

ah. circles again

we escape everything but geometry

not a bad cage

we could change diaper to dialer then there’d be 5 el’s

dialer dialogues?

the scat connection’s lost

but what we lose in scats we gain in communication

no one dials anymore

but we diap!

dieppe

all words lead to war

i’d rather be bored than horrified

then let words lead to words

where do we put war?

in words, like everything else

wards

wor

we never leave

the circle’s just a dot

we can’t even see it

the point in the mirror the pupil doesn’t look back

the alphabet’s an aperture we walk through

to get to the alphabet

each letter is a string of pearls

each word a divine bowel movement

what we gain in communication we lose in communication

let us walk through

we already have

we were born here

in the alphabet on the other side of the alphabet

in night on the other side of night

dialer dialogues of a dalai dalí’s dalliance

hello dalai

all is holy

dalí’s holier than dalai

diaper’s holier than dialer

let us call ourselves

we walk through god to get to god

we’ve been called

these are lesions

face studies

in communication

iris and desert of philosophy

diets and worms of religion

mandible of love

turds of turdology

by turdomancer™