Field theory of the senses. autotheory: noumenology of psychosis, chronesthesia as pre-diagnostic association prose, poetry

When the first kind of animal claimed land and power, kith, kin and kingship, the portent arose of repetetion and breadth. The first seas were white, transparent the colour of grape or sour acid and cucumbers that were bitter and… Continue reading
Coral Reef Regalium The sunburnt foxes who first stood on two legs, took the rocks they had lazed on last year and learnt to sport at donkeys – sending the mules to sea. The black mules mused on Averroes, navigating… Continue reading
Mathilde trans to english Momma, do you see what I seeOn your knees and pray for meMathilde’s come back to meCharley, don’t want another beerTonight I’m gonna drink my tearsMathilde’s come back to meGo ask the maid if she heard… Continue reading
This is the beginning of the Cooks River, at the river mouth. click here for Mr Freeman’s essay Continue reading
The Internationale [variant words in square brackets] Arise ye workers [starvelings] from your slumbersArise ye prisoners of wantFor reason in revolt now thundersAnd at last ends the age of cant.Away with all your superstitionsServile masses arise, ariseWe’ll change henceforth [forthwith]… Continue reading
(Black Thought)Knocked up nine months agoAnd what she’ fittin’ to have she don’t knowShe want’ neo soul cause hip hop is oldShe don’t want no rock’n’rollShe want’ platinum, ice and goldShe want a whole lot of somethin’ to foldIf you… Continue reading
I was dreaming in my dreamingof an aspect bright and fairand my sleeping it was brokenbut my dream it lingered nearin the form of shining valleyswhere the pure air recognizedand my senses newly openedI awakened to the crythat the people… Continue reading
You tell me that you’ve got everything you wantAnd your bird can singBut you don’t get me, you don’t get me You say you’ve seen seven wonders and your bird is greenBut you can’t see me, you can’t see me… Continue reading
My eyes went away from me Following a dark girl who went by. She was made of black motherofpearl Made of darkpurple grapes, And she lashed my blood With her tail of fire. After them all I go. A pale… Continue reading
We have all, the time in the world Time ENOUGH for life To UNFOLD All the prescious things Love has in store We have all the love in the world If that’s all we have You will find We need… Continue reading