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"UNRULY TEMPORALITIES" BY S*AN D HENRY-SMITH
unruly temporalities unruly narrator, I’m just looking to feel small in the right contexts—in the vast beauty of things preferably—for all I know is wildness. wilderness. finds me when I’m not looking, beckons when I call. takes over at night, howls til high noon. unfurl into madness an alias by any other name, alembic antagonist auspice antinomy afroandrogyny, we reek of it in good company. everybody’s here in it: squealing barometer kettleblack block w/ misery-midnight knowledges, darkness, smog & flash. an earthen rumble inside the ravenous hive, the gospel of love & protest, let me go off for a minute. the sounds of a world at its beginning, at its onto. transformation by any means.
get in there.
stay in it.
narrative at the level of the line, move the air as it demands. greeting feedback grating amaranth permeating frankincense sliverlinger smoke in the monolith, the bones of the song begin shaking. latch on into grumbling welcome, soundbitten bothering bother body gather liftpull, tear, pull, push-roll. organic choreography, meanspirited when I need to be, for the best of us. queerseraphim black wing the night vertiginous in the hardglowflickerfuckshutterblast blinking in the blistering sun, stunned out of ennui. how lightning breeds thunder. lightstems that know you drain you that summon the long ago. glances gazes gauzes goozing shattered glass underfoot. what brings me to you is by definition rebellion together. our breathing scream, asymmetric sonics breathes back life into what breathes for us, bleeds us for. nihilist longevity, all praise Daughters of Resentment, our soured tongues thirsts for water, & we will not stop seeking our satisfaction until we are no longer thirsty; that would be out of character. mouthfaint aroma, link up in that other place, noisy interiority. there is nothing & even there there is life. eyes on you & in you, hold & heed. onto inner oculus. into ornate arbitals. nonetheless, nocturnal masses. notw/standing now I know what I know.
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