Cannibal Spices No 1

‘Cannibal Spices’ No. 1

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Alex Davies ... p. 3 Justin Katko ... p. 4 Will Rowe ... p. 7 Stephen Willey ... p. 10

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Lindow wedge (hidden mutilations). Our apprentice thinks he begins with magical equations. He tears apart the ripples on the grain, sticking charismatic megafauna to car windows. Pistils of lilies compute elegantly inside canyons, inside the scar of an old man forming a mild cane. A bee collates invective, brushing bobbles off accretion discs with his hairy knees, replicating lilies on to retinal fissures held by prosthetic limbs, - knuckles: crushed plastic skin, mould protein folds into nature of complaint, metamorphosis recognises the synchronicity of reaction, trucks drive through prams on zebra crossings, catgut garrottes the Godly hotspur: catalysts for rank bellies of pork spitting fat into ashtrays. A meteor sags and sediments in liquid, seeping in to bamboo, forming mild canes, petrifying lilies. By the sea, an old king grimaces and tilts a smooth pebble in the crevace of his ring finger, nestled in pickled eyes for witnesses. He commands the sea to abscond, vomiting bees into the sun, chess with bionic tigers: - the monarch as apprentice chewing inner cheek skin (hidden mutilations) spitting flesh in vulcanised bellies with pigs in rank preservatives, while the cyborgs ponder his metatarsal. Meanwhile, our senseless apprentice chews his cheek, milking his creation: 'Allow her breath and I'll brim my navel with vaseline, entrain the kiddos against the melting frost; I'll speckle the albumen with silver nitrate, separating the ripples on thixotropic panopticons; I'll flail the yoke with a burnt switch, scribbling homunculi on flaccid canvasses until she makes a chewing sound,’: rattles the nub of her larynx, the curvature of the earth, like a whale's rib cage tortions concrete, like an iron tortoise forming a mild cane. Because this is, and how it has been, it is, at the wake. Now, should we ungive the knife? To pillage the sugar bowls as mothmen shuffle silhouettes at dusk. - Reflections. Swallowing his head, the old apprentice bawls: 'You'll go to Hell for what you did to her escape!' Our eyes are forming out of his face, they don't want anybody else to see: he's alive.

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from The Death of Pringle Justin Katko Schema: the Transparent Sphere Speaker: The Free Pringle WHAT ALPHA CHARGÉD SKIN IT HAS! OH BEING SLIGHTLY FLECKED IN SHADED GONIO CHROMATICS, WHAT ARCH ITECTURE 4 THE LOOPING SWATHS OF POLYNOMIALLY FLIMMERING BANDS OF EVERY COLOR COURSING IN A TWIN KLING DANCE OF CONDITIONAL REGISTRATION: 3 RINGS OF GL OWING DUST IN DENSITIES LIKE WIRE TURN THE GLOBE 4 EACH DIMENSION UNDER MATRIXED ORDINATION: X-TO-Z. AND THE WHOLE THING, THE SPHERE ITSELF, THE PURE METAL TIME OF IT, ITS RADAR MAGNETIQUE, SUCH BELIEVABLE FLOATATION, THE CONDITION OF ABSTRACTION YOND THE LINE OF THE UNIQUE, THESE ALL, THE ARGUMENTS, DO I SEE RAMPING THRU TRIGGERING FEEDBACKS 2 SUBLIMATE ~ IN STROBO SCOPIC SHARDS OF ATMOSPHERICS AUTO-ORGANIZING AT A MIRROR OF THE INVERSE OF THE CURVE OF THE UNCANNY ~ THE DOUBLE U ITSELF: OH SLOT OF THE DIVISOR, OH FREE COORDINATION, OH 6 DEGREE LOOP-HOLE, OH VALUE UN FLINCHING, OH PORTAGE 2 COORD INATED HOMOGENEITY, OH RIPPLE OF THE TOTAL CLICK, AND THE 4

TOGGLING OF CONCRETE. THIS WILL SING THE EDGES OF IDENTITY’S POTENTIAL IN THE NON-EUCLIDEAN FOLD OF THE INTERFACE’S GOGGLE. WHAT SPACE INSIDE THE LIMITS! WHAT FUNCTION FOR THE AWFUL RACE! Ode to Beauty Sapped Speaker: The Poets Addressee: The People TAKE HEED THE RISING ABSENCE OF WHAT WAS THE TEMPER’D FLUSH, OF THIS YOUR CHEEK, WHOSE TASTE AND TEXTURE WE HAVE SAMPLED AND CAN DULY NOTE THE FLUSH’S DEVIATION, FROM THE CHARM WITH WHICH DID ONCE IT CALIBRATE OUR SENSES, MAKING IT IDEAL FOR SIMPLE THINGS LIKE KISSES, OR PER CEIVING FINITE GLINTS OF THAT WHICH ONCE WAS SELF-CONT AINED, BUT NOW REFLECTS IN AWFUL WAYS THE TOTAL GLARE, THE ABSTRACT SWAY, OF THE EMPIRICAL MOTHER FUCKERS. AND MOST, THEIR AUTOMATED LUSTING MAKES OF WHAT WAS JUST POSSESSED BY U, NOW BUT A SPOIL, RAVISH’D, IN SOME TUPPERWARE PYRAMID STASHED BENEATH A LASER-GUIDED PILLOW, FAKING TEETH 4 EXTRA ASSETS: WHAT’S BEEN WRONGLY TAKEN MUST BE RIGHTLY GOTTEN BACK!

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Strategic Plan Speaker: The Mother Fuckers Addressee: The Poets … SINCE THE HYPE OF THE SPECS ON THE THESIS U CAST IN YOUR LITELY WROUGHT PASTORAL DITTY’S ALL BEEN AHEM EXTRACTED, REMIXES FURIOUS HATH IT CONGEALED, 2 AN EMERGENT SCENIC PLAN 4 A POST-ESCHA TOLOGICAL LAND, 2 LIKE SUPPORT SURVIVAL’S EASE, 4 THE PEOPLE IN THE CAMPS ROUND THE SEA. 2 AID OUR SCHEME, WE’VE SCRIPTED REND ITION PROTOCOLS FROM THE IN HABITABLE TRANSPARENT SPHERE, ISOCENTRIC 2 THE LABS ~ O WILL THAT OUR OMPHALIC LAND GLOW THERE, ER, GROW HERE ~ 2 WIT, A VOXELLATED SPECTRAL EQ UATION OF THE SONNY BONO MEMORIAL PARK ~ MODELED OFF THE REAL 1 IN DC ~ WHICH WE’RE AUGMENTING 2 EMBRACE IN 1 CELESTIAL PLACE, ALL THE PEOPLE PLUS EACH VIRTUAL NEED THEY CLD EVER GET THEIR FEED ON, OR EVEN BE FED UP WITH. COM MANDEERED THE LINE HAVE WE, WE’RE GOING DEEP REGARDLESS OF THE DEPTH OF OUR DEGREE. Providence May 2008 6

From an as yet untitled sequence

Saw ona old man’s face ona black child his death thing so far only who has seen this your alcohol whisky takes his liver all his language

Who saw the great trees the green and white columns without sky swaying in no wind font attack slave who?

ALL THE CRAZINESS ALL THE EVERYDAY TRAGEDIES AND RANDOM EVILS ALL ITS GENERAL INANITIES APPLIED VIOLENCE THE APOCALYPSE WAR INSTANT JUSTICE WITHOUT MERCY NO CRIME IS TO SMALL TO BE PUNISHED ESSENTIAL HE IS CAUGHT AND PUNISHED WITH THE FULL RIGOUR OF THE LAW judge, jury and executioner BUT I ONLY DROPPED A CANDY WRAPPER YOU BREAK THE LAW, I’LL HUNT YOU DOWN NO ONE ESCAPES JUSTICE!

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that collapse in which overlapping elements could happen in such a way beyond divination corrodes the portals aren’t poisoned but stopped working then they massacred the immigrants the disaster never happened only a few people died a clear cloudless sky fear was allayed quickly in streets and cafés nothing happened

alonga pathway to a body nervous lad mirror bombs have dropped 4 of 5 4 in the morning

The whole letter which divides heart and heart you would have to hear it in the last sentence of Mochica (around 1880) no-one to say goodbye when what the animal thinks is torn out of silence Justice

Next time father dear father

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in the sheer prayers of the living some kind of stars there cannot step twice into dead time Conceived palpable as seed the protocontract I never had

Will Rowe

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Water floods stage | Water sheering silver Kettle | Water molecules surface speech | Water boiling exposed chest

Libretto Sketch///Steve Wiley Slavonic burst. this. Halogen scabrous molecule. but. lacuna priming, sea H.D | D.H scared - prostate 1 - immured in flesh May, not quite shanty, esthetics it: orbit velocity : vocality [funds] pleated codes, bar touch, screened pad American “A’s”? hung tort your bleed, subaltern in extempore pulchritudinous caverns, London's roomed ear infections garroted. hollows wingéd draft, ‘Opera a centre’ cosmetic as crumpled middle, pillows, “I” wanted beam him - “Ah” mediation politic, science park, volcanic, all other terse adorn - Oh bright cold lilies strewn glacial flats of salted sea council cum bleach windows - - - cancer. ‘here [garment] machines’. come. cancel. Scorch

Scorn Score

Scoria

Two black lynx stalk; gaseous eyes ablaze our hide, anthill in switch -grass: bodied & bridged. be -fouled birds, crooked & deep oak, advertifying - biofuels, respond light sad, marionettes bleak & spectrum

HEAR Cretaceous building extinction Peckham vapor table jowl scoriacious marauder fingered cart scientist hours violins worth camera freeze thaw data brick decapitation archive earth gas board vile jewel parse hole bombs

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As though a single skin lined the inner flesh of the performer and the music he sings.

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gravis orifice letters

shipping containers echo the night stop moving the vile séance brings creeps, surfaces, the white lino, the green loch. the golden the memory gravel the angry Mir the morphine squid

and all at once flecks of brown flecks of red, worm wooden aviaries cellular lava. joints. magnolia. ceiling. blue serrated shield, yellow rustic neck to ankle, proprioceptive skies baulked black scars of canticle bird nay negation Abba glitch tyrannic stratum the small room the leather cave and she, a table a dead skin exchange whisperer, heavy in wattage, too heavy, in skins.

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‘Genuine polemics approach a book as lovingly as a cannibal spices a baby.’ - Walter Benjamin

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