Saturday, 4 August 2012

gallery 2


not sure anyone could hit the 
back of the stomach 
quite like that ... 


2.10.12. , 19.10, © Lizarikk


    so does 
    sex make art 
    not necessarily
    it can be quite ugly ... 


     00.01. 2.10.12.
© Lizarikk  


drafts

a soulgasm
of fire like how 
it drivels and stutters ... 

splutters ... fizz flare froth hiss
woosh buzz bristle sibilate fulminate


12.49, 13.09.12  © Lizarikk




the jinking
fire licked up 
the desert grass
jumping gaps in the 
river … propagating an
ignition in the combusted 
material … series of random 
slips, turns, dives and waggles 
using a craft's control stick and a
etheric rudder breaks the targeting 
lock, the enemy pilot still in position 
forced to concentrate on viable shooting  
becoming less aware of his surroundings … his 
target fixation leaves it vulnerable to other prey … 

the pressure waves from the stern travel at the speed 

of sound … forcing the waves together the waves 
are trapped merging into a single shock at 
1000 km/h. Sin = v sound / v object so 
the faster it goes the more pointed 
the cone … crack of a supersonic 
bullet passing overhead at the 
peak over pressure making 
impulsive thunder boom 
pulling up it's swept
backwards hitting
the ground in 
front of the
aircraft 




9.04am, 13.09.12© Lizarikk 



bang go the worldly desires in the box a marching
feel in the chant introducing the heartache 
theme about solid but nasty guitar
chord to listen without 
thinking 

driving 
drums deep
contrabass riffs 
of throbbing strings



12.03, 18.09.12. © Lizarikk


my last thought as 
I drift away why did I take 
that short cut over the meadow


mausoleum of silver whispers
that dusts my spirit with 
the weeds of memory a 
scarecrow strands of straw
entwined in my burnt psyche
I greet the damp sunrise with 
synthetic whispers their
covert lines eternally 
repeating chorus of sadness
ringing round and round
as I plunder my field
of brassica napus 



© Lizarikk 10.54am 8.10.12./ 14.47


two songs ripping each 
other to pieces ... 

this 
bonfire
night feels like 
alot of hair pulling ...


13.51, 30.09.12. © Lizarikk

and 
then he 
turned me 
into lyrics till 
there was nothing left 


23.58, 1.09.12.  © Lizarikk



and then 
I happened ...  
my pregnant heart
weighs a ton ... its renewed
heartbeat pounding like a bass vibes 
tickle like sandpaper its muscle a new swing 



17.55, 23.09.12. © Lizarikk


in fact a retro percussion from south USA ... skiffle bands 
or spasm juke ... clashing with cymbals ... the hot and 
soapy water squeezed against the ridged surface  
… where the ridges and corrugations for the 
clothing to be rubbed the energy of 
wooden and fluted metal ... that 
sounds like a washboard 
what is this bubble 
music ... 




13.14, 6.10.12. © Lizarikk



kicking against authority something bound is good to happen fora sensitive 
person blindfolded at the hard limit in the dominion of mexican spanish 
… over riding the pre-eminent … traffic tights scrunched at risk 
aware consensual rod kneed into touch … pressure build up 
under gag … insufferable piercing rack … vexed the 
rope torques causing a sudden explosive noise. 
Using pliers to crack a nut or lobster 
shell and then grind the filling 
of phosphor and strontium 
in a helical dicer



© Lizarikk, All Rights Reserved 10.31am, 26.10.12. 





you missed out the pain ... 

silver 

white the sparks
that paints my light ... 
the blinding glare of foil treasure
the leafs and scrolls of raw expression 

the gong uncrashes ... the halo no longer

blonde its white fire forged a 
copper gold 

and silver buckles ... 

though they do curve like pearled 
teeth ... your glinting blades will touch me not 


lluster scintillates beams the crashing sound
grips the wild run that bolts from the 
muscle … twisting, the quartz 
prism levitated in the 
occult jamming 
the chant is 
mine


mystic flow
of clinched heart
prince of gasp a pulsing
foot … twinkling mesmeric
entranced magic of hypnotic rhythm the 
music in me in him our beats drums of lumen 

00.54am, 25.10.12. © Lizarikk


snuff movie

almost like a sharp pain ...
the veneration ... 

I never
heard them speak
like they do about Lily 
that gasp of speechlessness
as they remember the dark hit ... 




19.59, 8.10.12. © Lizarikk/ 00.17, 9.10.12. , 12.37




19.59, 8.10.12. © Lizarikk/ 00.17, 9.10.12. , 12.37

which appears as a system mass like a compressed spring slightly 
more massive than before,energy, activity, operation, the 
ability of a  system to work on other systems work 
being a force acting over a distance, length 
of space energy equals the ability to 
exert pulls or pushes against the 
basic forces of nature along 
a path of a certain 
length in time


how
much matter
is changed into 
different types of 
energy and work, energy
is a scalar physical quantity
in joules kilowatt hours or kilocals
converting into units of work defined as
forces and the distances they act through … 

energy is not always stored in matter … it may 
be kinetic or electromagnetic … it is created 
when a moving particle interacts with its 
field … the new position of particles
must be held by a different type
of force or the configuration
will be pulling or pushing
the particle backwards a 
kind of reconfigured
energy stored in 
the force field
as potential 



20.39, 2.10.12. © Lizarikk


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