Passio

~      Passivity ~      Defensive apathy

1.     Mind cannot live on red alone. (Wherever there is passion for passion, there lurks the passion for death.) 1.     Knowledge, like passion, never goes in a straight line. (The ocean of passion…the voyage to knowledge…)

The fugitive also desires the pursuer

loves in search of love pursuing	time’s shadow fugue seeking riverrun parallax music chasing	the waves between the lights following the sanctuary of dying furies looking for	wild wuthering Emilies yearning for comicrossed vernal travelers going after
unwaiting unnamables hunting for ideas of disorderly Sunday mornings running after	ash wheelbarrows on red wasteland quartets craving plumed rainbow fucks wanting	unvanquished wild Mississippis desiring bittersweet green autobifictionalographics eyeing	invisible ditties hankering for velvet ice ghostworlds longing for
furry composition as tender smitten by ruby omar’s kayaks coveting	the vertigo of saturnian emigrants dying for l’objet petit s/z pining for de la camera imaginaire	l’avventura de la dolce strada fancying Zeno’s brother’s turtledove hungry for	pan y ton ochs nuts e hams and lusting after midnight’s sea verses thirsting for
99 exercises in a void wishing for idiot brothers of underground solitudes aching for	one hundred years of shipwrecked labyrinths dreaming of queer crash lunches greedy for	genealogies of untimely twilights avid for gardens of irreligious quincunxes itching grasping for	tripling ways of foxy changes insatiable for mad words and surds voracious ravenous for

marinating volcanic undertones	84 down-and-out animals	the mirthful innocence of summer buccaneers	a pioneering death
tempestuous unmoorings, Part 2	mutual expectations of mysterious curiosities	the future of dream jokes & taboos	the keeper-messenger of disquiet
the double blindness of names	temptations of last Odysseuses	2666 secret detectives	ghost atlas #9
alphabets of forking artifices	invitations to sinister ardor	the music of glass chances	∪ ∩

Potentia	~      Power ~      Compositionality	1.     Composability is compossibility. 2.     No contact, no event. No event, no change. No change, no power. 3.      (De)composition is the mother of beauty—and thus of truth.
Prajña	~      Know-nothing ~      Kindness to strangers	1.     The adventure of understanding begins with leaving what one knows. (Until understanding understands that there’s nothing to understand, what does it really understand? Nothing.)
Pratitya Samutpada	~      Interbecoming ~      This-and-that	1.     The because of each is every. 2.     To see the universe in a chain of ands, and eternity in a wild hour.

escape!

Like glassy wonderlands shimmering in a mirrorless adventure Like a dreamless sleep after an orgy of phantasms Like a white pause between breathless catastrophes Like an arresting rememory in the middle of changing faces	Like a love-consuming fever Like a disaster illuminating obscure perception Water Like a cool on a burning
Like a May day in January Like sudden death precipitating convergence Like a kiss with no befores or afters Like a kumquat in Siberia	Like a sign dissolved by silence Like a requiem for requiems Like a motherless mother soothing an unchildish child Like spiralings overspilling queer squarings

Look	Link
Luck	Lark

Like liquid sequels crowning a cryptic legend Like resonating symbols of unnamable recurrences Like a febrile symbolist stumbling into a scissor factory Like an echoing epiphany appearing in the disappearing	Like o-less stars showering a nocturnal garden Like (k)now stumbling into new Like -verging vortices in a tripling crisscrossing Like ecstasy surrendering to suspense
Like a lucid loosening in a knotty dissonance Like a polymorphous sufi crashing a promiscuous masquerade Like frabjously interpenetrating contraries Like merging emergences, convergingly diverging	Like a redemptive swerve Like a shaking waking which dreamed what? Unlike like Like a fulfilling emptiness emptying fulfillment