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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  • Friday night in Glebe

    Living here is a revisitation which is to say one can have a distance to where they are in the sounding of a car horn.Even the passing of a cop caronly gives rise to muted adrenalinand the seagulls are dirty… Continue reading

  • A Lover

    Her and I are unfinished outside her window, it rains lightly her room is grey and her hair is like an earth sensedthrough thunder from insidean apartment. I am struckbrown skinned as I amby her enemy gait her hungerlike mine… Continue reading

  • (a none-too-Zen koan)

    the everyday cultural substrate of puritanism persists does little but stops barbaritywith its own barbaritythat it cannot perceiveto be vulgar too Continue reading

  • The Mask

    Off it comes many sculpted presences shining polished Pantalone and our Janus dell ‘arte takes crafted passage on stage that has become a park and like a worm on a plinthit shedsstripped of platitudesyour face is the suncatching everybeam of… Continue reading

  • A little night music theory…

    http://youtube.googleapis.com/v/QsFOyuFtb9U&source=uds Manha de Carnaval from Black Orpheus This piece written by Baden Powell and featuring as theme in the film Black Orpheus is a personal fave. John McLaughlin’s facility with the guitar is without question – using inversion, a dense… Continue reading

  • Other Voices

    I cannot speak of disastersor quip at the tragedy of unknownswithout my face ripping value to shredsand laying disclosed cardson a tablesaying“I too know this moment”It’s why a joke between friendsis not my hand for a sleevebecause the what’s upof the… Continue reading

  • The Autonomic World

    Kicks in like myelin sheathed physical transmission in muscled stream involuntary like hapless legs twitching in her dream a low rippleof the vibrationthough it’s not thoughtit is knowledge and the involuntaryworld of movementthe internal dialogueof flex scribes some muted worldmetred… Continue reading

  • Erotic Stream #5

    I walked through miles of wooded territory, in circles, not alone, a fox visited me, trickster itself. biting bleeding cock the sight of blood being a ultimate signifier of idealised devotion What script did that induction follow, then? So blood… Continue reading

  • Erotic Stream #3

    It seems I just want to dig my feet into some mud and fuck the planet its hips giving to me… I have often noticed how your lips are the mirror of your vulva yes fuck everyone and everything, and… Continue reading

  • Erotic Stream #4

    I want to sleep between your breasts or in the palm of your hand so I can hear you talking through your day, feel you, smell you and kiss you as I roll over you are lovely and I want… Continue reading