ARP – THE WORKS OF ARIEL RIVEROS PAVEZ

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

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  • Neural Weather Pattern

    Today’s self-regulation and insight: insight. I prefer the word awareness. I’ve economised my holistic health regime. Like ditching the b complex vitamin to standalone b12 to doing my home gym workout and physiotherapy all in the morning. I still get… Continue reading

  • Idle Idol Idyll

    No tempus fugitMy twin, now lost astronaut. Wrench back the sunTo 11am tempted fixed Or ply the earth forexactly the same outcome for every broken clockto always ring true Continue reading

  • Door Frame Loop

    First it’s wonder. Then wish. Then grief at dashed wishes. Then desire persists. Then a whiff of will. Then a vision coexisting with  resistance. Then the germ and its season.  Then the bravado of a goal but you call it… Continue reading

  • Whistful Gambler Memoir

    I used to be a compulsive gambler on poker machines.  I stopped using them in 2007. Stopping was the first priority and only now do I realise the likely reasons I got hooked  I had problems with being on my… Continue reading

  • A Fleeting Summary by Maja Topic | Guest Writer

    had an interesting exchange w/ the bookshop owner of Adelaide’s oldest and best second hand bookstore 2day I started with asking him “got any Phillip k?” and he slightly cocked his head up from being buried in a book, scoffed,… Continue reading

  • Insomania

    6+ months of poor and broken sleep.  First it was diligence and fun. Then it was sparkling and fantastic; and in the final sliver it was intense and unbearable. Now for somnolence. Sluggish and fog ridden.  Knocked out, bedbound. Then… Continue reading

  • Hache

    Away from the regardof the Everyone I see an idea through a window.I become its faceted clarity briefly. It steps softly. I ravel back through lensesto walk among Italian technicians discussing German research on double French. This fugue splashing through… Continue reading

  • Picking up found object from where I left off

    Preface: Today is World Poetry Day. I found out on the day. My last poem ‘Retrogerminate’ was two years ago. The same time I caught my first case of Covid: The principal of planting a seed such as a historical… Continue reading

  • Retrogerminate

    Retrogerminate Break an egg on the bridge of my nose Search a decades old signal screen transmission of polises that no longer exist. We plucked the 100 year old child out of you and it was shocked by snows and… Continue reading

  • Heart Death

     the talk of metal hydraulics  avionic gush as to a heart  in game has been abandoned  due to the angel of death taking  up home in now a watercan heart Sat by a bed At any slip  taking me in… Continue reading