I have decided that I am, in fact, the representative of a new movement in art. This new movement began two and a half minutes ago when I was in the washroom stretching my penis from the tip of the foreskin up and away from my body so I could get the skin of my shaft and testicles taut enough that I could comfortably and deliciously scratch for as long as it was before the new movement took hold of my attentions. It will last as long as I live, and it will be unparalleled everywhere and for all time. No one who does not understand it will appreciate it, and anyone who appreciates it will be deemed insane or ignorant. I am the pinnacle of human artistic achievement. Art is the challenge of aesthetic paradigms and my movement defines itself by its continuous challenge to itself, ergo, my movement encompasses all of art, from four or five minutes ago to eternity, and is self-perpetuating. Therefore my movement is art. Forever. Therefore I declare myself the winner. Of art. I win art.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

tactile
rub per inch
breathe in the sour salt the sweat the spit
dig in deep
the entropy feel
what a fiber
taut
picture the blood pump the syphon and the swelling dump
black breath the dust of dead
time out time gone
living forward death ahead life relentless
hug it hard feel the pressure
the give the soft
the against
moisture wells
the stinging choke
a reverse swell nothing
what swallow no throat no chest
no here nothing
no alone no poor no pain
what pain
what smart
what deflate
where drive
the one productless
the one endless
the one unbegun
silent scream stuck below the bumping dump
the bumping bump
bass line
snare smart
listen to the humming man
water swirl
sway
figure eight
not here not now
heat and rasp and savour
beat and beat and melody
whatever push
mist away
what accomplished
the world happened
nothing here none of us can see
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