http://slow.writerscafe.org/Blackstone The original writings of author Hawkmoon en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013122 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Of the Variable Seraphim and sleepwalking sonata that begins in White Noise along the Algorithmicenvelope and vertiginous veils of chromatic phantomes of wilderness reveries and echolocatingthought Orchards grown howling upon cusp of Earlike Event Horizon and spiralling spine chiral ofthe Non Local .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1477009/ And as the non linear fractal of an All Seeing Eye  translates the Harmonic symphonic lucidity of Ground One Zero One Zero One Zero intowisps of  transcendental ONOMATOPOEIA ...  the slow motion SHHHHHHHH,a WOOSHING  eloquence of the Questioning Quelland an Unfathomable WOWO.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1470938/ And as the non linear fractal of the All Sleeping  Eye  translates the Harmonic symphonic lucidity of Ground One Zero One Zero One Zero intowisps of  transcendental ONOMATOPOEIA ...  the slow motion SHHHHHHHH,a WOOSHING  eloquence of the Questioning Quelland an Unfathom.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1470881/ ~ THIS IS NOT EVEN SATIRE~IMAGINE : THE YEAR 202? THE FIRST MOONSTOCK CONCERTBECAUSE WE ASK: "WHAT IS THE MOON BUT A ROLLING STONE?"FROM THROWING ROCKS TO MAKING ROCK AND ROLL TO ROCK AND ROLL AND ROCKETRY~~~MC'S CARLOS SANTANA & GRACE SLICK~~~ WAVY GRAVY PASSES OUT MOON ROCK SOUP.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1470668/ Face it,  DJ JockStrap  Jones might say:  The newspaper is Lucifer's Armani Tuxedo. Batman's Cape was found floating in the gutter between Thermonuclear Crime Scene Infomercials where the twice baked  brainstems  of I was a Teenage Charlie Manson Shopping Mall &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1470119/ Ray Manzarek, Jim Morrison's oldest wisest friend, has theoretically "died". I use that term very loosely, to describe a state that for Morrison and Manzarek, does not actually exist. Perhaps they, in that lofty ascendance, are cooking up spooky moods in the Soul Kitchen and are now p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1469309/ And as the Eye of God commutes the Silence of Ground Zero One Zero One Zero; the indescribableVerb enters the Event Horizon of  a  Palace of Still Points hovering in the human heart that is bathing it's memories in the fractalline masquerade of  Sleep Eating Shadows as theyenter .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1468832/ The last atom of Eden.There, at the edge of the Aluminum Foil, where the silence is a vortice of God's imagination.A rainbow chrome.  The burst of green bird bones shrouded in a swathe of yellow light, in the vacant lot.  There is aMethuselah, hair caked with the first thoug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1131785/ Bloody palms turning fluorescent in the depths of the lunatic asylum.Stigmata: the nine epicycles of the anterior sulci.  A ghost, slipping through the nostrils until the French countryside is balancing an atom of it's verdant elegance in the place between the spine and the Sky. &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1129024/ inviolable surrender into the curlicued chasm of unquiet elms,when the tree bends it's witnesses around the garden in furies of curious rumours,eye twitched like a ribbon snakein the last phantasm of the Map, where the skeletoncontains an asylum of white blood cells on their way to some&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1121124/ The lungs of the livingburning,like the Library of Alexandriacontain Ten Million Socratic Monstersin a single molecule of nitrogen,blue beings whose names are commonly elucidated by the Desert Djinn,on the edge of the Centurywhen there is nobody left but a telephone ringing in perfect silencean.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1121118/ Reconciliation of the opposites:pantheon within pantheon: Greek Hindu Christians arrive in Papier Machehot air balloons above the Tokyo Shopping mall.The air is the color of King Kong's left eyeball. This is the way the world begins,again:  moment by moment, technicolor phantasmagoriaas if some.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1121113/ A phoenix in the stained glass window;the ashes rise, containing a lost songchiracos of madness --- the voice inside the Cathedral,laughing in hysteria as the television repeats it's insane programming.  Ten thousand monsters roam the midnight.  Take your medication.  The re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1113253/ The brainstem is a map of maps. Christ escalates the blue embersof the language that writes itself through the atomic structure of the wine.A phantomas.  The listening through the world, points of consciousness containing a trillion sphinxes,charting the namethrough the Void: the ulti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1112781/ surrender and abandon like the thoughts trapped in the attic itselfa series of echoes, spiralling in a resonance of cubist electromagneticsthrough the wood, where his Grandmother's smile is still living,and Child is playing a trombone, the strange domain of ideas and the disintegration of the h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1111676/ the dream of the rain,began in a series of random numbersand curled mustaches around a pathof non local speech, igniting the fury of the void,a curiosity that sought itselfeverywhere, until the moment the sky began, in ions at the bottom of outer spacewhere nobody expected themselves .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1110357/ A thousand syllables into the confusion and the world dissolves,like the sunlight tripping across the carpet.  A voice filters through the room, animating the mind with a language that is neither comprehensible nor understood; but lacedwith intimations and melodies of being that trans.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1109051/ Columns of moonlight billowing from an open wound;a ring of gold like silence, waiting on the cusp of the greenhousewhere the sun has drawn a shadow around the circle ofthe human eye; ten Saints have translated the beginning of the book from a puzzle that hides in the trees,where ther.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1105960/  himalayan fractal, containing ten million snow leopards:where the white road is like a cloud,unfolding in playing cards through the philosophers daydream,rain that falls in spades and hearts,clubs and diamonds, until the night explodes in the blinding logic of gamblersto drunk to fin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1105959/ One reaches these moments by degree: they are incremental arrangements,perhaps like the shedding of some strange serpentine skin, or a dance of veils.But when the Epiphany arrives, and the pattern revealed, with it's sudden crystallineclarity, it's revelation and it's perfectly attenuated Consciousn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1102628/ an ancient mother of azure tranquility,on the street where jonquils render the city into robot charades,a thunderclap is the pulsing of some ocean godacross the skyline,and the neon lights are like the Tattoosof a Dreamless Apostleinsisting the light of the Eye should escape, go racing tow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1102289/ Of the flowers: a ninth silence, like the eyelids of Leviathan,the eyes shift into parallax of an imaginary number, the codex of unfamiliar Autumns, when the Ocean is emptyand the beacha silent grey illusion, diamonds trapped in the beaks of hovering gullsand the triumph of a single s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1101570/ 13 birds, on the wing above the asphalt oasis: phrygian logos, a whirlwind of denouement, cascading in afterthought and mirror image of the old woman's smile, growing in organic pageantry somewhere in the echo chambers of that moment, whereever it exists, in that madness of space/time, when the worl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1098607/ the skeleton, a razor wire of coincidence, self assembling around the Light,in a wilderness containing only imaginary beingswhose facesrace into symmetry at twice the speed of God,there where the field is grinning the first thoughts of grasshoppers who rise into the windof time, every.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1097168/ Edgar Allen Poe? They say, it was him:  his face ... exploding in the human eye dot by dot, across cosines of imaginary numbers -- lighting in the eye as if it was an otherworldly flame, burning it's visage from the depths of this dark century.An actors face?  An assassin's bulls.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1096103/  Octagons of Onomatopoeia begin to rotate, curving a flood of electrons into the nostrils of a spellbound stranger until the school of  Harlequin Eyed Quarkserupts in a Waltz of  Lightning Bolts, turning the discotheque into a Buddhist Cemetery, the iridescent scen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1090289/ In which the jonquil becomes that which is beyond the comprehension of a Jonquil,when the raven's eye ignites with a single unit of pollen, at the edge of the tree that sings a song that not even the Human Earcan ignore, there in the Polka dotted sky, a series of Ionic Bonds are .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1087950/ Some video game erupts in the supraconsciousnessa who's who of human paranoia:actors, actresses: assigned their psychosocial roles, putting on costumes, walking through the door as if they were designed or engineered by some Mad Scientist from some Mythological Dimension.  They'v.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1087940/ Super, like Ulysses drunk on pomengranite winethere in the stickswhere the Carnival is full of vomiting vagabondssinging about that night they beat the s**t out of the other guysin the supermarket that dayand they didn't even realize there were Gypsies nesting on the rooftop of the Walmart,in t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1087371/ Willow of glowering Towers,the branches of the celestial wisdom spiralling out into rooftops where the New Godswait,their suntans igniting in perfect sequences of chromosomalsupernovaeevery last dollar bill raining down like some monsoon of human moodringsa thousand stitches in the wound o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1087363/ polka dots invade the waiting roomwhere the image of the Honeybeeis dissolving on the Carpenter's tongue,a tense scene of endless senselessnessuntil the fish switch over like a television setreminding the Doctor there is businessto be done on the other side of the stethoscope,some oscillating ominou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1087360/ Waterfront, the white wine is a reminder of some swooshing symphony where the vineyard is full of starlight racing against the mouth of that ancient madwoman,her feet pressed towards the rooftop of Heaven where the village is upside down and singing the song of the Deaf God,a hyp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1087356/ The theatre of the broken world; human faces like toys --- on fire,silhouetted by history,a swirl of heliotropic dream states.  On the edge of the road,the incantation of white noise charges the flesh with a fire of belief.  The lost dogs arrive, their eyes deepening with bluenes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1087351/ the doorway to the insane asylum is guarded by a self appointed Saint whose eyes curl in dark ribbons of a baboon scented fire.  His moustache is dripping bread crumbs like gold coins.  It is a hallucinatory communion,the prayer work of a ghoul, haunting the world in a cubist cub.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1084112/ Sarin ... the open mouth of an exploding orphan rising in the dust like headless horsemen of the heat death of United Banks of America  deaths heads wandering the american suburbs in Purple Lipstick sucking debit cards into neon eyes  strange eyes gathering flowers where the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1082785/ At the end of time, the Anonymous being is trapped in an Afterworld, that the Anonymous Being itself  not certain is actually an Afterworld at all but rather exists in hyperpositional synchronized manifestations,a cubist pastiche of juxtaposed convergences, the last vestiges.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1082310/ She became bluer than the edge of the sky,as the beginning of time passed into her flesh on vortices of innocence,the song of the unfinished song sweeping down corridors of light and darknessuntil a scintillation of the first premise descended into a wordand leapt off her tongue .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1082293/ Turning against the asylum light,the exiled astronomer finds the ceiling tilecontains an audience of Extraterrestrial Kings,ten million faces racing through the neurons coated in seroquel sequenced by a Phantom in some Swiss Chalet, where Einstein is trying to comprehendwhat Carl Jung and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1075271/ An infant, on the edge of the Insane Asylum --- the opposite side of the World,is counting Wildebeast as they travel across the sky, remembering the Bedouin nomads whose face contained a series of ribboned movements, the lavendar erudition ofa blue flag, the flame that spirals around the e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1075256/ The white rose gathered engines of coloron the top hat bottom of a universal floor,where even the rain began misquoting some desert parable, in upside down time that remindedthe Sapphires of the adamantine cruciblecontaining a quatrain of uncertainty, the light that nests in the space time.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1075242/ Around the desert sky, fly the Genies tongues, a thousand phantom candelabras whose language is the scent of fire in a human shadow.  The memories escape from the futureand arrive on the edge of an eyelid just as the universeis dividing by zero.  The secret name performs an acrob.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1075224/ Neologos, allegro:  the corpusculent embers of Dawn,where the seabirds are baking a thousand whirlwinds in their wings tornadoes of bird fueled madness, dropping eyelids like the seeds of the Apocalypse in some perfumery of Creation, when the nostrilsare caked with sodium pentath.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1074744/                                                                                      .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1073871/ The ground opens like an old man's smile,containing libraries of unfinished words,shelves of instantaneous laughter that nobody understands,the last thoughts of Ancient mesopotamian Argonauts,a golden coin that rises into the air on the verge of of a Las Vegas madhouse,where all the gamble.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1073500/ In the emerald light at the end of twilight,the Sunscreams a green fantasiaof Gargoyles that Guard the Night against the day,and the Hawks arrive like Secret agentsbalancing themselves in the wind of Human Imagination,a convergence of the exquisite artistry of the Uncreated Uncreator,seven stra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1073495/ Underworld of Anonymity.  The Library is a Museum where the tourists race down Boulevards of perfect Wisdom,Marcel Proust cartwheeling like a Diamondtowards the Pentagon of Heaven, a sacred denouement that lends itself to Psychotic Ideation, the same way the Skull Tattoo on .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1073489/ when the night burns a catalog of Godsthrough the wheat, up into the whistling of the Scarecrowsand the strange faces exit the world into whirlwinds of transubstantiating parables,eye locked on primitive candelabras glowing at the edge of the road,where every stranger is racing i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1073482/ a cathedral echoing with bat songs,during the episode of eloquence as the Stained Glass eruptedwith Parables of light,the blue hills of the neighborhood crime scene reminding the world of the permanent paralysis,a distorted comprehension of sound that  travels through the skin on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1073475/  in the temple of the unfinished world, a trillion madmen are exhaling theories of the Divinity into the Starry Starry Stars, their eyes shocked into tranquility the strangeness of the curve of space and time and a sudden disbelief that any of this is actually happening, like the moment the tre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1072534/ Nietzsche, a broken record of Inviolable Nihilism. The Queen of Candy Colored Corpses. Resurrection velvet, treble clef of Genesis zephyrs. A polyphonous laughter,  glissando of butterfly wing across the Oasis of enchanted vagabonds, who stand roadside guarding sun burnt bird fea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blackstone/1072323/