Category: field reports

research outpost dissonance no.3

fever dream in the microbial-virus factory… machine malfunction dystrophy; the rusting blown-out guts of morbid-industry… white noise over the intercoms, ghosts talking in tongues over the portable field-sets… piss and blood congeal in the outpost gutters…

emergency protocol manual pages unbound and burning… idiot hands grapple at the core melt reality… china syndrome… plasterboard containment fields in flames, dead eyes stare into the pit… upon the static air float thick-fluorescent dreams…

tempestuous skies and electrical storms loom above the drained lake, burning the firmament…  a faint rattling of the window shutters, a whispering along silent bunker corridors… cable-cracklings of the radio towers… dust-storms darkness, debases, devours…

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desert sand serenades in blown-out monochrome no.1

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out into the saturated image field… desert sand serenades in blown-out monochrome… fire temples half-submerged in the rolling dunes… black snakes etch verse across the glinting vistas… campfire communion ritual incantations as the blazing sun sinks behind the distant mountain range horizon…

tone poem utterance gazing into the flaming embers… crystals strewn betwixt flickering candles… the desert sky circles the scene, trailing starlight firmament in kaleidoscopic spirals… droning distant winds murmur, the night undulating and coercing the beckoning…

a black bull lashed to the back of a flat-bed… dry lake, dirt road, hosed in petrochemicals… pump-jacks wince in the psychedelic dawn… wandering out into the spill, clawing in the wake… there is a tape recorder inside the sun… a blood-orange-glow  burning out the backs of our eyes…

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black monoliths over new jerusalem no.3

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mapping out the meaningless void while the city writhes and coils, undulating in the darkness, slowly changing its shape, twisting and turning, contracting and expanding… spectral torment sketched out along the dark streets, haunting the city with myriad tales of the slow failing… ghosts haunt pale-faced pedestrians, murmuring betwixt poured-concrete piazzas and glass-shard tower-blocks…

black monoliths looming in the desolation, bleak and oppressive… streets flooded with rainwater mixed with fuel and decay… cathedrals bleeding tears onto the shoulders of shivering parishioners… listless districts swarming with emergency vehicles, taxi cabs, prison transports; couriers ferrying suspect packages for hidden mahogany boardroom tables…

a sense of expanding peril and doubt rising up from the storm-drains, ascending stairwells, elevator cables, fire escapes… stretching out above the chaotic muttering, chattering, whispering, negotiating, screaming, cajoling; controlling… sidewalks burn with false promise under the crescent moon, hanging like an ivory blade above the reinforced steel towers… reasoning collapsing in the dizzying, spiralling dreaming…

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black monoliths over new jerusalem no.2

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spectral torment sketched out along the dark streets, haunting the city with myriad tales of the slow failing… black monoliths looming in the desolation, bleak and oppressive… a sense of expanding peril and doubt rising up from the storm-drains, ascending stairwells… stretching out above the listless districts, swarming with squad cars, taxi cabs; harrowed pedestrians…

chaotic muttering, chattering, whispering; negotiating… swarming thoughts twisting and turning; the endless calling… crawling along the wounded blocks, blood-slaked sidewalks burn with false promise under the street lamps as power-lines choke and restrict… screaming sirens amidst the din, engulfing the whirring drones of the ageing air con ventilation systems…

mapping out the meaningless void while the city writhes and coils, undulating in the darkness and slowly changing its shape… reasoning collapsing in the dissipating, blurring memory manipulation circles… dizzying spiralling dreaming, avenues collapsing hope as the slow devil symmetry calls into focus the vivid understanding…

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spinal landscapes no.4

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gasoline trail wadi immolation sequence… she hears a tortured howl between campfire shadows… lines of fuel leading to the ritual… throat parasites talking in tongues, as the wild dogs prowl beyond the perimeter… across the spinal landscape ash-clouds paint the barren fields…

there is a tape recorder inside the sun… a chink of blinding light luminously glows… soothing raindrops fall from chemical skies… she walks towards the decay and mops the debris of her skin as her feet trace a path between broken bones and shattered glass…

street-corner apparitions crawling along wounded blocks… near the silent factory float the broken choking voices, screaming out their anguish to the nuclear horizon…  sound of the film-reel flickering… drained lake… silhouetted cranes… poisoned reservoir…

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insect void delta no.1

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poisoned-lagoon firefight ceremony…  dusk by warpaint camouflage… insect void delta… slit throats bleed out across carved chests as the blood-orange-sun slithers behind the treeline; sliced by jagged foliage… makeshift graves filling with stagnant waters…

a series of polaroids in flames… white noise over the tannoy… narco-gangs roam beyond the check-points, machete men; la migra… black-lung sky burial desert installation… the road extends out into the horizon, shimmering in the already blazing heat of the morning sun…

mandible and head, thorax and abdomen… field hospital vivisection… paranoid hallucinations of external morphology… waking nightmares as the medication begins to run dry… cold sweats, and fever-dreams… congregations talking in tongues as the moon looms over the drained lake…

‘…god’s tentacles of lucid terror, duplicitous ten-tonne multi-error, reaching out to babes in arms, with promise, verse and firearms…’

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spinal landscapes no.2

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darkest shadows creep steadily in the morning light as the dogs howl down dusty alleyways… desert sands and the spinal landscape… sun-baked grains assimilating petrified carcasses of bomber fleets left to decay amidst the eternal radiation fields… street-corner apparitions crawling along wounded blocks…

head of centipede… yellow nails scratch after pale girls… marks of vaccination… sordid papers reek of hate speech and arsenic… wading waist-deep out into the poisonous ichor… throne room agony, stolen land, offerings at the foot of the despot… sound of the film-reel flickering…

drained lake… silhouetted cranes… poisoned reservoir… faint outline of the water tower… gasoline trail wadi immolation sequence… drainage channel campfire ceremony…  bride of the desert, valley of the tombs… there is a tape recorder inside the sun…

black tea, long-wave radio… broken voices crackling over the failing headset… coal plant, steel mill, factory furnace and rail-road… a dust-bowl tomb for a weeping widow slaked with dismal ash-clouds… dissonance fields reflecting… a billboard reads ‘starvation and hopelessness…’

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fear rituals from the 49th parallel no.3

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a chemical sky blankets the city as a blazing sun hangs buried in a discoloured heavens… a campfire flickers, illuminating the treeline as a series of effigies steadily sink betwixt the diseased mangroves… masked incantations in moon-menageries of hell… guard-towers vowing to reach up through the smog…

grain elevators in flames… a ruined pavilion reveals a wind-shattered dream… abandoned train-lines ache, rusted and lost… landscapes alive with burning tyres, burning flowers, burning fields… factory smoke stacks hang dormant above empty lots, project housing, school-yards, gas-stations…

riot shields, blast walls, tear gas… a lone generator moans and reverberates in a sunken outhouse as an oil drum fire flickers and spits… a camera flies high above all the ruined cities of the western lands… pages unbound, and burning… a sentence ignites, enraptured in mid-air… here are litanies of fear from the 49th parallel…

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by the bitter lake we sat down and wept… no.3

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here, outside the demilitarised zone… watch the falling-blistered girls die alone… closed checkpoint birth sequence… frozen eye infinity gaze… vacant broken women… hounded tombs of sodomised sin… temporary male-wreck salvation… intermittent seed-excavation… neon-sexed lipsticked radiation…

fields of fire engulfed in meaningless pillage… spent artillery, rocket fire, undusted mirrors… here little girls are the tomb, womb; ecstasy-pillars… ‘get them!’ shriek the dirty boys… wild boys, idiot boys… they make cold catacombs warm and wet… they won’t let the metal weeds forget…

beyond rotting carcass scattered far… whoring their way out of heaven… watch how the women open and fall… sucking death-licked number ‘six six seven’ against the ivy-coated nuclear wall… advising the householder on protection… battleground, burial ground, self-harm; terror and oppression…

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outpost dissonance feedback no.3

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go live… welcome to the currency of harrowed dissonance… out into the cut-throat bishops’ cattle-grid castration fields… remote outpost quonsets in flames… hog-tied, horizontal, burning; spitting fire… open-twin welding-pit futility… dirty fingernail scrape, flint-lock; navy colt, mason jar…

…worlds of desolation… petal-stained sodden counterfeit notes float out into the blood-soaked delta… onyx leeches farm rocket shells as black molluscs crawl across a faded atlas… priest fingers choking slender milky throats… mutant-progeny of the viral insect-congregation… narco-gang death-penalty…

two-day cloud of fire into the troposphere… kerosene specials, IED’s and the screams at the border control… throat-clutch of the warden… bandana city, vivisection of the insect; the cold slab wins… ‘fuck those pig-bitches raw’ …ideological race to the bottom…

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