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realized by
JAMES QUENTIN DEVINE
m.v.d.
(“The Subject has no sovereignty over the Frame.”)
Let us begin with the idea of a song in Someone Else’s head called “A Big Fat Dick and Two Tits,” or maybe it’s the title of a painting hidden away in a museum’s collection, off-display sealed from the dust and decay, an animal domesticated, or hey it could be hand-written in the margins of a Polaroid at the flea market or perhaps buried deep in a dented steel file cabinet at the church rummage sale or dead in a diamond mind’s craven collapse.
Mount forbade.
Tragedy.
Another body bid bade.
Call out the kill-count.
Sanguine serenade.
Pedal-pushed.
A siren laid.
Ashore.
To be sure.
Two peak.
uR QuRioSiTy.
(“My eyes are up here, buddy.”)
LOOK:
Close shot of a cigarette’s crumple beneath a heeled boot.
Stacked shaft.
Knee-high.
Text overlaid, blocky, institutional.
Educational?
L-M-N-O-P.
An envelope opening.
This is a knife.
Use it wisely.
Your palette’s expanding.
Xenochromatic.
Alien and commanding.
The ghost of the original haunts the new word.
And it’s wanting.
If you’ve got the cunnoisseur’s eye and the tyrannosaur’s appetite?
You make moves in this world.
Brevity’s the sole witness.
Get shorty alone.
Cross off the hit-list.
Son setting with the boulevard’s blessing.
Pistolsmoke peat with the pressed penicillin.
Cold juice and:
Cleanses.
Warm wars.
Lemons.
Zeiss lenses.
Weird warped worm wood.
Blue-blood greenfairies.
Strike yellow orange red
Set the renaissance to raring.
Creation and the shadow.
Scaredy.
The bulge invulged becomes embattled.
Vulgar.
Vital.
Worked chutes.
Shot hoops.
Rode hard.
Made narrow.
No heir to spare.
Gasping.
The wrongness becomes part of the work.
And working.
The captain’s uncorking.
OK, Hell.
Emanations and endorphins.
Oh.
Peek.
You are estimated U.V.
Whyex?
On to zee.
“Haunted ontology.”
Acid dental.
Dissolved teeth.
Mort pantone.
Hurtling obstacles.
Godily harm.
Keep up.
Keep warm.
Catch up.
Catch this.
Molotov mitts.
Any glove if the victim fits.
Character sheeit.
Sodom and begorrah.
The horror, the horror.
White mountains.
Black mountains.
Red rocks.
Blood fountains.
Amont.
A bank.
Dissolving y’all.
Blank.
Beg borrow or bang.
Amen.
Art’s sank.
Deep end.
Blink twice if you need hell.
Damper on your caper.
Hero-hater.
Pegged legs.
And tight tapers.
Live shows.
Come and see.
Commerce.
Commencing.
Commoned earing.
Reign.
Forest-clearing.
Hard of hear so far from here.
Thinging itself.
Das ding thinking.
Man.
Mjollnir.
Machine.
Femina.
Fascine.
Guyanese.
Punchline.
Front-facing fantasia.
Burial.
Weight and sea.
A2 brutality.
Hall of flame balladry.
End credits.
Fortissimo.
Finality.
Banal Albion.
Cambria on.
Embroiled isle.
Kiri.
L.A. Sun.
Kiloton.
Y.O.Y.
Exploitation.
Plows on.
Ringed light.
Halation.
Dume zuma lagoon.
Rah rah rah sewage.
Beaten meat.
Identity fluid.
Oaken towers.
Low-lidded druids.
Dreamy.
Oneirica.
You want the job done dumb?
Send America.
Wardrum wadshot and the waddling wonderwaffen.
Profaning all in earshot.
CALL IT:
Unicellular explosion.
Loam wolf terroir.
The ghastly cast of the saural starer.
“They’re recording everything,” she said.
And you swam in her eyes.
Ice floes.
Watched the paranoia take hold.
She succumbed in cascades.
Neural fizzle.
Folds.
Futile.
It was terrible to watch, but she left you a $35k annuity and a 1994 LeBaron convertible.
SCALED ALPS’ ‘Let the Alpine Play’ is out 5.22.26 . . .
Hear it now, pretty baby:
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