For the happy man! - Collected writings DEPRESSION: Ed Atkins

1372A polytheism that describes the beginning
of the world as the emerging of a cosmically-scaled
earthworm from a wet, black trench
furrowed into the barren field of infinite
multiverse. The clear emphasis in the telling
being on hermaphroditic reproduction.
C20thDislocation. As in a shoulder or a jaw, certainly
– but also entire bodies. From trees,
other bodies, rituals, the floor, gods, etc.
C21stHere, buffed to a high sheen by the passing
caresses of reticent pilgrims. Reticent pilgrims
or wide-berthed trucks; grazed bollards
lining the path, each uniformly chipped
and specked with that Parcel Force brown, or
DHL yellow. Delivering the velvet-lined coffers
to house these relics.
1998A litany, really. Bellowed into a pillow by the
convalescing hydra, frog-throated. Also, a
Persian rug used as a pop-shield, the voice
that muffled makes it through seems to be
pronouncing something like an exquisite
uniformity – of affect, I suppose – that, come
to think of it, decries the particularities of
my spritzed language, bemoans the disjunctive
privilege of my vocabulary and, instead,
sings the praises of my tongue (a tongue
who’s underside is an underbelly daubed
with woad or ink) to serve as an eleventh finger
– carefully embalmed.
2013 ADYou
are standing in a fucking bedroom!