3 sketches at Burning House Press

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3 pieces from “cold zero reflect” now published at Burning House Press

 

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4 Sketches from…

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…asks of…ever of the bind-breathe…fallen unto measure of…spat out the wings of long forgotten else…night for blood & a…cold depth of denuded all stepped alone…breakage nullity of herein where not of a in or of nor nothing be…strip solace…broken bones scattered across rotting floorboards…dense will end rising up to splendour eye’s disregard…a sentence a frenzy of…turns into cannot other than where to have neither of the held close the door…bathes in the eclipse of meat…hyenic/ the blood to flow…effortlessly consumed…where traceless of what in of of the desire for the garotte…spoken of through silence break/ shrift…the shattered teeth of exodus & the laughter of echoing in the core of breath…reflexive…taint without longing breakage colours of all spoken for…silence as if there were any other than where to sever/ no/ a ghost-limb fallen silt…passes through one surface unto another…till trace forgotten never of the spe-cial bound by walls constructed of…glass works & the snare of teeth breakage valve of purposeless driven by the desire to final…laconic…no nothing of that yet of the disappearance of yes what matter as if to choke unspoken…dead as…rip of flesh in an outcry of blood & meat…the vocal of sounds out from out of severance…nothing of the matter a taste of for it forgotten erasure pageant depth kisses of the forgotten…the stone light permeate…there go the fingers useless objects…flung to the dogs of…as all that be was never once…neither from the outset nor the outset other than…plumes of…reflections of…nothing…
…meat sink further unto…to the…gathered up in tune in turn of bereft exigent…breakage languish as the phlegm fills up the lung of pulse…strips away the skin of it the eyes ablaze some circus dreaming…shard upon shard swallowed down to birth the echo of redundant soundings…all blackened of where nothing…sacred teeth & the skin pinned to the fence-posts of some sudden desire…as close all tongue in dense apparition of expel…through which…from out of…dead-end traces burning to be gone…all is of one unsaid as an echo breaches…extracted fingers beseech upon one knee in the dark as the screw bites into membrane’s children…cannot…nothing ever…there nothing there in a stance light end of broken fallen sickness to caress as of the flesh that carries it as an unwanted foetus…it eye lapse…here the eye this is not the overture merely the…casts out yet no answer…none shall pass…frozen limbs caress the endless night…till sickened of & unto the flight of oblivion where to have is to bruised fruit meats the colours of which…cast out yet no other of…as broken the body vocal is the shit-stained garments of speech unclaimed…as if to…not a…of…it closure speech lost to the non-being in a head of dense sand it dwelleth…shiv tight blend of razor syllabus unclaimed…till broke frozen…pissing as if to say it upon the papyrus claims of sheets crumpled like broken swans…till further nowhere…endless nowhere…zero as the reflect in the…exhalation of cigarette smoke…nothing onwardly exhalations into a transparent room of spoke unspoken…
…cold reflect of blood shed where to…genuflect of some final reaching for…slap to the face begins again…having forgotten cannot…it-surface of blind light reflect of null that cannot…broken glass rupture through which it can or only through the eyes of the silence broken only by…torn to shreds in bask of territory…spitting out the shit force-fed it can only…never yet as…tension light arrested flesh the body broken entity of nothing ever in where trace of languish collapses into foreign…taste waste attrition…bone dice a winter pageant…the roots reach for the nothingness as if else were to be of any…spit tongue lapse…dense accord…there is laughter yet no more…begins again false promise remembers…rat reflect…rat from out of which…keener the eye of some ballast a frozen fragment…dense what will in salve no nothing of the blood…froze light breathe…black casket room of nowhere out as if there ever could have been…spills of entrails from eviscerate a soundless speech neither the speechless nor the following after…hyenic the blood continue to flow until…bled out…nothing of it black polka soundless penetration vibrate of…sees eye see…not a…nothing for this…nothing of that or…ever of the taste of shit in the mouth in the reek of fumes arising from the virgin sands freshly placed before in any given hourglass…as kicked from once of one throughout kicked from one until what of in ever till…as the bleed of which is ever the closure wound non-viable…all as sung through a talus closure of the bloom of razor discharge cascade of breathless speech of the words that never could…
…zero breath of the hands outstretched reaching for the…rat is the sequence pulse it does not sleep…devours the film of else upon the eye given that the…scab form depth of surface skin & the stitch-mark colouring…it done desire of the space between the shadow & the…null vacancy of final ever throughout as passage until no nothing of the desire what hence cleft of the silence within silence reverberate…sunk slow what if…breaking upon where bones flow sanguine absently caressed by the lapse of ever…till dense all song…night what of it…tears away the skin of promise to writhe in the shit of being of it…in it…mark what trace till obsolete…annihilate of all but never of in through which of the bereft silence never having uttered once than ever of till foreign…till closure no…the flesh warps in upon itself cold shadow longing spread across the body vocal…night is what shadow left behind for nothing of as if to see it…till cast aside in the absent region of where nothing of…dig deep…stone harvest…lest to flow as on it into which a broken jaw a filigree a word a series of cannot without any measure…lack & all throughout where the pit of which is the solace of the fucked from the outset promised nothing other than no design was ever…the broken body vocal smashed to shrapnel as before merely to reclaim that which it cannot merely broken the vocal of what not listless as before…yet in of which in spasm lock it-lung closure the tomb of long forgotten…as on with uttering none…sound cascading into…crack a bone unsung…it sayeth of…terse devour of the collapse as sheet metal snaps down to taste as the silence bites silently down upon upon where trace non-light is the unforgotten…spits it out…

2 new sketches…

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…from zero light of blind reflect meat reflect of dress rehearsal none as stray canine devours its own excrement in distance opulence of given laughter bled shadow stone taint headless attribute long fallen gift where to breathe is blood-stained sand a trace of voice from broken bodily vocal drunk upon echo-echo a kill a stripped valve a circus denizen of drag alongside where to emptily cascade in-dreaming of some next to follow in a garotte of tears feeding upon through frenzy promise as if to of in rat once more shines in vermin mass neither within closure none of some doorway’s barricade listless to expel through concrete lung subtle as a breath of death & oxide spitting plumes of dense smoke as burn of where gutted unto waste where to touch is to storm as to suffocate in momentary as on into vibrate of silhouette atrocity whereof it is for other shores a break-neck series of screams of desire turned cold as a die cast in an alleyway long forgotten a cold dredge of pulse bulb simulacrum as cast across discharge semblance of rip of shadows to fall upon of long nectar sudden as if to falter as is once dragged from some abort where to then to rot away in flames to reveal a vicious of intent casts some eye upon as vocally bodily broken fucked frozen as before where walls are silhouettes dreaming-in of still where rat’s carouse of interior non-tread as it seeketh to bind to devour from within eye lies upon cold grace of fleshed appeal laid out upon an unmade bed a trickle of blood of cum deft from what it does not yet form is what spliced spoken as light upon reveal meat density as flesh closes over eyes exposed no longer of some searching for sentient else to harbour where tumour exhalation dragged to or other than dredged as before as if forgotten no/ recalls in mirror a visage once rip of silence & shatter of cold glass reflect as breath upon no matter listless as if to say till trace redempt in phallic orchard it unsung falter in a fruition of razor traces a blend of mutilate the language of of dense light singe of skin reflect purpose of till kill of X. nothing of what matter if as if into nor of base redempt yet no nothing of in ever if victorious as a bloody orifice torn a-shred dense what will skins flung to final pitch of where further dogs of speech lay in slumber in a glaze of midnight sunlight…
…of all that ever of in rat theatre disregard where pissoir night break upon in reek sarcophagus nothing ever of it that mattered once was said of thrice closure of teeth crack thereof some skull dust a fireplace stuffed with syringes & spent blood-stained overtures such was it non-spoken of no neither of eye redempt laughter in vocal dredge where sick is to occlude breaking stone where chains lay out their featherings upon landscape indescribable oxide working in bone eulogies as if to say that tears to grind where some ever never somewhere over some shattered prism carefully designed yet it is not where film of eye seeks to silken breaking upon throughout where speechless is tone deaf kisses caress of nothing ever fallen to wayside depth a shadow a shit-filled mouth stitched shut it closure travail of no null & void nothing of it nor of retain of spurious metals a feast a famine of scattered gardenias to winds traces of blood through ocular sense forgotten by where sense non-sense matters not a as if to echo-said till dressage of teeth burning in coal dust elevation it stand alone when curtains close & rat is left to centre-stage ever of what said what once in insomniacal lights breathless as was once as if to collapse into where silence is a rupture of wound as cometh no stone unturned no breath unfed to abattoir whispers of lacklustre being in as rat’s discourse is little other of than wreckage avalanche of sharded nectar spasm a broken bodily of vocal as if to what cannot on forage from nowhere on to echo of forgotten in an instanced breath it biteth down upon where nothing ever of is some circus of stun long shadow of an abort as eye what lung & rat in circular it-distance exhuming where once was oft not a trace of it other than where to carve into yes laughter as of ever null as of where density design as given to as taken from what say this it cannot no it cannot it speaketh from nothing ever-given yet in rat through eyes of rat of some theatre of there is/ nothing by which to barter of frozen sands of sanguine closure no nothing of it what stench in silent realm it-done from fragrance no not as if to follow no other than a pathway of reek for bones & a bloody exhalation of shattered glass base metal of insignificance as seech beseech a nose rubbed in shit without cessation….

 

 

Sketch…

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…of in that of which what of in that cannot as through glass shadowy reflect an etch into of where meat is silent there hung in suspend neither smeared yet vibrate glisten of dead blood wind asway tear bled alongside as bask in none where through non having ever have as was before sunk of eye where to hollow gouge whereof some flourish null where being is borne down upon by rat & broken of in body vocal catastrophe where sickness to dredge collapse it is break nothing ever as before pulsate in night denuded reek of cold zero reflect in none where shit is beneath skin’s travail a carousel laughter bread broken fallen to precipice as crack whip density of rind a deathly silence marked only by extract by blood an expulsion of dead weight’s collect in tyrant membrane an echo of desire for some noose’s pageantry throughout where night is furnace nullity sees eye to eye with cold chamber zero cracks apart nothing ever as before a subtle as never was bleeds slowly walls astringent traipse footstep taken one before another circular as is/ matter of which taken as before as light genuflects & finds no solace in from glisten stead a shattered vase a collection of frozen orchids & stone winds breath as was once until neither in as of what from said when piss for blood is mark a stone final upon cascade of night’s embalm as on & into ever floweth null stop collision rat surfaces to forage breathe of cannot expel it is choke upon at silhouette’s silent edge draped across bodily where form has long abandoned it never of in exile subtle deaths to taste where absenteeism stitch close breath in useless penitence where broken traces & lapse in or of throughout thereof desiring of as in what till a trace of meat a mockery of flesh a passing remnant what hilt through zero cold reflect as rat breaks bones & takes from taste till ever of it what & never of some placement ever in through which lack stance breakage colourless appeal where nothing has never of has ever of through fallen lapse kisses with fragrant meat the collective shat lapse of it is a lie almost even in throughout or of another of in terse of closes it behind as outstep into nothing ventured fallen unto wayside cold shadow reflect a forgotten birth as if where collision nullity is by mark & precipice merely of another hour another bone flung upon where pyre obstruct silently devoured by as it were to ever of…

 

 

3 Sketches…

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…turn it/ turn into of vocal eye cold dead speech upon where from once till of thrice echo in from out of which close turn nothing given of till trace whereof what closure pageant in half-light burn of intricate dissolve where fragrant else is of lapse redeem clouded by silhouette listless closes door of sudden as if to where null stillness flex cold weight a burns throughout where from valves of feel in broken body vocal edge of laughter disregard it shadow of malign it seek what turn about-face terminal distance of what struck ever of where as if to follow given of some upheaval of neither less where echo rhythm close of wound where density static cannot of other of through which collects white bloom of stripped of it long trace of nothing ever of where flux bedamned a crux a none tines of sound collect it in refrains from advocate steel obscure adrift where purpose of never of yet broken where stone wishes for of in lapse desire for on be thing adamant clears light of which never of prolapse sunk dead fossil weight it steels night from locus of abort a shimmer of expectant listless hollow of unsung in pale fluctuate it seeketh nothing of where variant taste of shit in eye of nothing ever much nor of eclipse of all a static of pace & sunk in of recourse to having ever broken by dissolve & pursuit of breath long-stretched to hollow lock of breakage point it says without in say no what rapture what nothing of final etch of blade into solace of shed blood as if to echo nothing of above cold as before in din of light vibrate in close it forgotten lock from hereof breathe taken syllabus expire it weight it circus stance what climb of it forgotten trace of endless where flight once known is birth(ed) of silence churn of never other it reek of symbol dead once clad what answer breathe what intro speech rakes dust till dawning of expels what on what circus of in night of circumference within which to trace where non is colour of intricate speech spat out adrift in nothing gained till light collapse nothing ever given a trace of sky of long forgotten azure & it is not it is streaked with blood or other than in silence or it is not degrades to core of not no answer fallen fall dense titanium till breath(en) point forgotten laughter as before whereof in absence it flees to break from extol of taint upon where sickness of to dredge it breaks it falls to nothing ever severed as before where locked sing of till obsolete as ever not a trace whereof something other than in reek of silence once known no never once neither forgotten of a…
 …a dead end pageant shredded from commence nothing of to gain reveals tangent ice drift throughout in a cold chase of bitten oxide shiv of redeem nothing to echo of where skyline broken dissolve what held silver as if to collapse births a kiss of scarlet nothing ever beknown till call razor cards nothing of as if to ever had in foreign of vocal soldered across till fissure smeared a pit of sky wrench of distance shattered nothing of belong where worm of turn cold silhouette never to have begun where till bitten of in echo trace waste desire & fallen promise of what once was never nothing till dream of excommunicate a wrenched pulse bulb all distances mockery tilt of shit scattered to desert clime it is of the none stun abound as if what mattered trace occlude sickness of till dredge of gouged socket rip of flesh in black light a trace of sudden exile breakage of bones shattered remnant of what once was to be all forgotten no prayers from deep eye is of plague what drenched in amber blood vellum artifice a silence never known held to sheared a snapped bone judgement claim or not what ever aligned sudden as if to falter where to occlude respondent nothing of devour silver yes or no as onward into shale closure of wound extricate a hollow shadow drifting throughout in-dreaming of sudden as if to falter knocked from one pageant frenzy to offset instantly erased throughout a cold dark echoing of bleed of rapture silence nothing of abound as was before were to if what be fingers upon cold glass night upon cold breath oxide terse what of till blood a roomscape a closed door elixir of where absenteeism is fall from some effigy & redempt of spinal affluence nothing of speech what once negating its own prism purpose dead as a lie what wormed throughout cold spasm night endless from above what closure taint the stain upon where nothingness absolute wherein what walls where meat hooks sway a vibrate of discoloured orchids a breath of death what promise from throughout as were what from stench reek effortless where meat torn to shreds is colourless appeal of splayed blood collapse of all whereby no nothing graven to fall it is said a vibrate of disappearing echoing birthing into what sleep deprivation it knows no nothing whereof acclimatized sucks down opiate unspoken of torn from the this or that stricken depth of waters no broken silences voice collapsing upon what once was hilt till shred of laughter breakage as dissolve cold final exhale a winter gutter…
…of carrion calls spitting spurious waste from broke stone nullity finalize vocal broken or otherwise in a redeem of all that be forgotte that cannot as was from commence where catacomb breath extols night from which rat of being is to dredge paring away as of a gait in cracked mirror as walls dissipate as if to utter that from out of what given to having bathed in the detritus of it ever-burn till or no in lightless pageantries of from where next to forget stripped meat of it & voiceless execution of echo-echo foreign as once was before where breakage dark devours senseless speech till lock of absent redeem there was once some sky some solar asphyxiation words cold as cadavers yet nightly drowned in colours in a din light of static abort so says in a gutter of all dreaming & placement of nothing ever much of it as breathe collides with foreign terse nothing left from which to follow(s) subtle as skin peeled away as meat stripped to taste bone collect in a pissoir silenteeism drag what stone what obsidian weight to find depth only in the epi-centre of nucleus as shadows rest vibrate in corpsal night sing vertigo of time’s long spent of reek where vapors emanated from ever-wound every syllabus as eye is nothing of shat purpose expel of all that could ever never have been trace long dead where foreign of is a body broken vocal where rat is a taste upon that cannot be eradicated where scum division traces of echo traces of pelt ingrained with timeless blood a slash hook tide where pulse bulb nothingness is merely the beating final of in ever motion given to expire it be lapse what wreckage marked out by null a gait pared away as if to elect laughter but nothing of that the mirror is vacant reflection all nothing left or of design neither of desire in a breakage wreckage of broken flesh through final promise & silt of dreams long forgotte resurgent ever to close fist of nothing as bile reek from gutter frenzy seeketh to overthrow what wind’s cascade from out of silently devoured it is the verminesque of ceaseless to divide neither film across eye of non-speech in drag of pulse a tributary of absurd consequence it does not utter it does not know it is merely fragrant breath of some perfumed nonchalance drifting afar never grasped nothing of known in what as & break of solace fallen from grace of discarded refuse perhaps bound bones rotting in black plastic refuge of children’s laughter as rot ensueth & all is not one fallen to sleep in final forage of naught that cannot ever does not ever cause of premise point not a trace of azure sky both shithouse & abattoir & sickly feel drag of bone striata throughout nocturnus spill of dead light cast aside as of so much waste where nothing of in said locked fingers of silent waste shrapnel sheet metal reflect burn into flesh where forgotten is all as drag of meat & flesh pisses upon drag of meat & flesh cracked knuckles bleed into depth of an ague spent with claims lack all worth till exist all foreign passage from centre null in which throughout a face stripped away a breathing corpsus cast to utter sands where hyenic laughter is of tread what speech in claim upon claim & payment by virtue of silent flesh & absent breathe matter blind bones & spit that will not cauterize a razor edge across invisible vapor skin & vapor tone drag out thy corpse & walk it says as if to blind dark speciously till tread of dawn & blackened asking of forgotten in an instance in rat air where vocal is forever body broken vocal nestling in sleep bites down upon what else it will ever be known unknown/ unknown …

A review by David McLean of “nowhereon” (VoidFront Press)

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review of nowhereon
Michael McAloran
Void Front Press
2018
Nowhereon explores privatives and negation, absenteeism & being elsewhere, but these negations are mere verbal forms. they do not refer to a void or to any absences, for these are nothing, & the nothing does not really noth, except in us.except wherever the psychological is.all these words relate to what people, mostly idiots, call nihilism, and nihilism only means anything if it is axiological.
the psychological though, qua for-itself is a thin film of nothingness, says Sartre, obviously, & what McAloran points out is that it is a thin film that is fucked up. it does not relate correctly, the self in itself is a fucking optical illusion.
the following is not to illustrate the above point …
…whereby…what which…turns aside of facial lock a burn of following no…skies lapse lack till break of desolate… unsaid of mockery taint a closure of bestow upon…echo echoes of some of which steel ash & breathless overture…collision dense what light foreign exile dreamt of spill of null & void collect of…it dead done as dead done as if to dead to follow…no it says not on…nowhere on to be…nothing of unto…stillness to dredge colours strip(ped) bare denuded black of ice…genuflect of purposeless…ache of desire never having brokestone skin devour lest held in lock of breakage… clamour all then of in where upon as if to exhale through thin air nothing from…skinned of lapse…unspeaking nullity of having ever…
we kneel before it, the pointless, the purposeless, the blind watchmaker, the blind & retarded watchmaker, the ineffable porpoise, the terrapin heaven, for we do not know what we are doing & do not care why. the disease is the literal dis-ease, that which we do not want, whatever we do not accept, the voids between whatever has been claimed by ego & we are too lazy to take on the task of creating the unconscious that it is impossible to claim. behind the whole text here, there is laughter, it is the crowned & conquering child, Horus, who lives an idiot in every psychosis (& art needs these regular, especially young boys & every other variety of scumbag).
the tongue is stone in speech, it clears her throat it is silent & if it were not it is silent still in a foreign tongue inevitable & we do not understand our selves in particular. thus, in fine, here is the world, full of cunts & nothingness. it is what i have always said, very repetitively, & it is what McAloran also tells us.
some passages are so cool & truthful:
…try try trace of for somewhere on where shadowy as if to echo where to be possess of some gradient on frozen allwhile in bitter laughter rocks back & forth in shat a bankrupt cripple to one own damage in & of luxuriant on it says no matter…
i think that the reader should purchase a copy of this book, & see how words can be forced to suffer, can be tortured until they tell the truth, until they echo the inarticulate cry of which Wittgenstein speaks, until they are raw flesh, meat open, bacon & a pillar of salt.
You can get it from Amazon.co.uk & Amazon.com 

 

“nowhereon”, now published by VoidFront Press…

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“nowhereon” explores privatives and negation, absenteeism & being elsewhere, but these negations are mere verbal forms. they do not refer to a void or to any absences, for these are nothing, & the nothing does not really noth, except in us. except wherever the psychological is. all these words relate to what people, mostly idiots, call nihilism, and nihilism only means anything if it is axiological. the psychological though, qua for-itself is a thin film of nothingness, says Sartre, obviously, & what McAloran points out is that it is a thin film that is fucked up. it does not relate correctly, the self in itself is a fucking optical illusion.”  — David McLean
“nowhereon” is available directly from Amazon.co.uk & Amazon.com