Adrenochrome Sky

“The people walk with such an indifference I begin to hate them, but then again I’ve never really been fond of anything.”

— Charles Bukowski 

 

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October 24, 2021

 

HAMMERBROOK STATION… I kept you waiting on the platform… your eyes on my every move & I was hit by a wave of mistrust…  Doll Mother’s frantic mind-vibes rolling & rising over shoals of deep remorse… raging mad encephalic hurricane under cold adrenochrome skies, over shallow canals… I wanted  to close my eyes…  “Time & space know no feelings…” Soft Karelian whisper like subliminal subpoetry, commonplace & oblique… modular smile slowly phasing out… point of no return…

 

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Willard Huyck & Gloria Katz – Messiah of Evil (1973) 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r0RPBhb6Lnc&feature=related

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Peter Bies © 2011

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Serotonine High

 “Can’t they see through my skin, can’t they see that I am nothing?”

Charles Bukowski

 

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 October 24, 2021

 

HAMMERBROOK STATION… instantly my fatuous desire was lit by the pharmaceutical glow of a serotonine high… alkaloid mind glow of consumptive longing… imploding memories of Doll Mother… languid figure in a concrete wasteland… a day in November… neon halo blasting sun… cortical motherlode scaring up abrupt segues of spectral remorse… but the smells of lighter fluid & recycle bins relieve cluster headaches… strobing noise of glandular response… dissociation reaching flashpoint in the small hours of resolve… where truth & love are impossible… & the pain decompressed…

 

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Arkady Ostrovsky – Spyat ustalye igrushky (The Tired Toys Are Sleeping), 1964

Спокойной ночи малыши, с 1964 г. – по настоящее время – YouTube

& Good night, Elaine! Wherever you are…

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Peter Bies © 2011

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Alien Orphan #6

“The gap that separates beauty from ugliness is the very gap that separates reality from the Real: what constitutes reality is the minimum of idealization the subject needs in order to sustain the horror of the Real.”

— Slavoj Žižek

 

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Pickle my I in tears that tickle,

& then ball me! – 

A thousand fight, no business.

My I is friends, say Doll Mother.

My I can control.

My I be more incidental to life.

Sing the days, say Doll Mother,

payments will do & do for once.

Plastic shots do hold.

Won’t anyone feel me radiate?

 

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Scenes from Andrei Tarkowsky’s Stalker (1979)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0NqF0AiIPJU&feature=related

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Peter Bies © 2011

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I Am You

 

“There is no way to distinguish film from flesh.”

 — William S. Burroughs, The Ticket That Exploded (1962)

 

 

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Doll Mother, I am you & you is me.

My me in a big It!

 

 

 

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Ladders to heaven loom.

And the Mad Poet cried:

 

So God dashed willow spawn

‘twixt moon sharks to control

His instrumental will! & hence

this melting mind was known

as think tank for the demons! 

Spawn & seed sown hatch! – the breed  

fight o’er fine-tuned minions!

Play plaintiff, o Doll Mother!

Plead guilty! Be a riot! Sing! – – – – – – – 

 

Doll Mother, I am you &

you is me – me in a big It! 

 

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Dead or Alive – You Spin Me Round (1984)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HxmB1pOCsSU&feature=related

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Peter Bies © 2011

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Red Demented Rooms

Bring me red demented rooms,

warm and delicate words.

 

— Ted Berrigan

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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June 25, 2094

 

Consider:

 

 

You picked into

department stuff 

& you kept Doll Mother waiting.

God dashed will into you.

 

“We can get pretty tuned.”

 

Venereal data factory & 

I forgot the I.

She checked, says Two Truths shot thinking in:

 

“Please ball pardon the creep.”

 

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 Scenes from R.W. Fassbinder’s Welt am Draht (1973)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=URq7m3-SOtA&NR=1

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Peter Bies © 2011

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