The Zen Of FLUXUS

The Zen Of FLUXUS by Guido Vermeulen and i'm a superhero i can like fly and shit.

Gabriel Nathanael Rossmiller 8/7/6 - 11/13/10


painting complete on 8/7/11, cut to be scattered through the mail on 11/13/12

"There is no birth, there is no death."
~ Thich Nhat Hanh

Ann, A Muse Is Someone You Speak To When They're Not Present

letters begun;
letters abandoned;
the voice inside my lungs
unspoken;

many words unpassed
from lips unparted;
the voice inside my mouth
unspoken;

language clusters
crystallized;
the voice inside my mind
shares every word
with you.

Ann, are you a digital girl?

text as a courtship substitution;language poetics,
patterns manifest and encapsulated in the TCP/IP
data flow; siphon me into you.

barriers don't break or bend; the walls do not exist;
direct-link communication between two lovers,
ping.                                                     ping.

distance closed, encroached upon; approaching zero,
and the rattle and hum of our network traffic;
the mind's made up of you inside me inside you inside me inside you inside me;
inodes placed you there, and you cannot escape
magnetic pull and push; swapping spit and bits,
microtechnological sexual appeal, love comes
in waves and bursts, across an LCD; virtual.

art by Lemons Don't Make Lemonade

poetry by i'm a superhero i can like fly and shit.

Ann, There's Platypusses on the Stage!

Enraptured and salted, to taste;
Electrified; perspiring automatronic sky;
Dreamed with a mask of antibodies
And coils of flame
And duck-billed rock stars.
This is what we pretend to be,
Beneath the sheets;
You & me.

Ann, i am the ocean; and you the land

the ocean is not dead,
and our horses;
and children --
they are drowning inside of me and they will not last past tomorrow.
and although i surge;
and stretch my arms out
upon your shoreline;
it is only here, in the chaos,
where land and water coexist;
sea foam stretched to burst.
i will meet you in the mud.

Ann, this is what Darwin missed in his theory

love
olve
ovle
ovel
oevl
eovl
evol
the final form of love.

Ann, it's raining drops of love

petite soul,
wrapped, with
bow. blown
far over sea;
to be with
me.
held up high;
when rain break
cloud; storms
dissipate; sun
beam down
through little
pockets of her
breath, captured,
cornered; dissolved
delivered in shards
of bented light; stray
fragments of coin.

reminiscent structure
made of glass kisses;
blow me up inside you.

1980's love drops

Ann,

by love i mean that cloudy place
that overshadows normal thinking;
that daydream state;
floating castle
where the carebears
carve their magic kingom;
where my little ponies
on wings, flutter by;
and everything is
rainbow brite.

violin bow;
scratching your voice
upon my heart;
smooth echoes,
savory swollen
rounds of sounds;
bleeding out all
trace of pain
with vibrant,
golden  rays.


Super Hero.