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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  • Paralleleia

    somewhere in the ebb-flow of our own two gazes years ago i gazed deeply for seconds into your eyes you, i think, erupted in a storm of joy and I left, shrouded in a robe of butterflies Continue reading

  • All Hearts

    All hearts – animal and human synchronise twice a day – this causes the globe to revolve pumping curved longitude along how we use tools and build how the arc was traced out It makes day turn to night holds… Continue reading

  • Aqua Vitae

    The blue glass bottlesflipped open for cup, for lip, for easy blue,clinking just                                                                                                                      The green lined grid/                                                     graph paper /floor design/                                                  storyboarded/ by instrument/makers                                                                                      … Continue reading

  • Entre Dos Aguas

    Mer mori “redour til treasury” raise on the head death herding herald of soundhorn logicked wail steps on these weaveyards, as beholden-trapeze, growing wheat of indigestible soil, carcass and shit: feed for a military of birds flocking to a maison… Continue reading

  • Rabbit on the Promenade

    in homage to js harry Umwelt of responses and in the substrates below  a silt of muted action. There are inaudible gasps bouncing in echo chambers from delicate atria to delicate atria in a soundproof dugout which pre-empts any sour… Continue reading

  • Very AntiPoem

    Esto no es una poemaSolamente lineasQuebradas de prosa yVerso por parafo Continue reading

  • Autoparapsycholinguistics in the Morning

    Long ungainly words might be used but not yet So I’m ok in myself once  I’ve achieved reasonableness I start thinking about my behaviour Around others What would I prefer to be in that Context? I don’t want to be… Continue reading

  • A lo stilo Nerudesque

    Drunken mermaidwoman of wave and spumeyour wet hipslung with kelp your salt eyes stung red withmonstrous nude wantgaze at my noise for face your belly curved like a bowarms sleeved withprimordial sandstorso with the consistency of blind clay I cannot… Continue reading

  • The Machines In Our Ghosts

    A cough then retch and hack chain axe ache                     catched wind up teleplasm small clockwork rings jangle squeak                           creak… Continue reading

  • ℂ∞! ℍ∅∃!

    As beforeI’m in the is-ness businessIs always givesEven when it slursAnd slanders Is is a landThat existsCarved byMoving gerrymandersIt, that is, isIs an itIsn’t it? Is is no objectBut if is isThenIs gives isAn object that gives Itself and if… Continue reading