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12-17-2016 at 621 Gallery Annex

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Please excuse this pictures inclusion of steps going somewhere on the left hand side.

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Last night the one million and first America died But I refuse to mourn the birth of a million new Americas However unforeseen, they are blossoming hopefully, at worst destroying all over And over and over again, forever leaving, always arriving as the magma waves burning up and down America

But isn’t that the way, isn’t it the past’s improvised vamp, abrupt eruptions Organically responding. Shake off those lied-to ears, this is not a repudiation of lands won and now cooled, no Not of all the five hundred thousandth and later Americas’ hard fought mountains, themselves solemnly hardened The brave green equanimity of united peace and love, a truth unobjected Uneroded

No, that is not the malleable question at hand here, oh head-shaking child, St. Anthony’s illness I would not now believe that half my fellows harbour fire flung toward me Brittle and satisfied in their voice’s echoes, too few of the seeming dead inquire from their crater’s nadir As to their part, their fault, their grievous condescension, now ironic All a'melting

The sun still shines through these plumes; your wonderful skin still blindingly breathes The scattered flourishing of the engulfed ether is on, still on, let not doubt careen down this mount Those who loved yesterday still love in the morning, the listless stroll on the edge as before The silence of the ground has uttered simply, sprayed its scarlet bubbles, purifying molten Fate - infallible

The stalwart heartbeat of my land still shutters, still heard clear, church bells in a crystal city The leaves of Fall may come worshipping rampant, epileptic, inexorable and unconscious, cascading over it But it is never wrong, the outcome, the force uncomprehended - apparently needed It’s living course, a sacred way. Look into it. Even the fires of Rome led inevitably nearer paradise

The unbelieving mourning, inconsolably ridiculous, futile, finally temporary The humble winners are not to be found in Pangean cracks. Only the tableau dead of Pompeii mourn now But I will not mourn in self the birth of one million new Americas. wiser than I will ever be by far is any new America The displacements underneath laid these bricks, washed this silt, and fetched for the living the hard fought placard at the lady’s coal-charred feet Still here abides

Forget with me the fragility of this new volcano god, climbing ever after exiled To new worlds, crashing jaded into each other, turning dark and being consumed, incredible, monstrous, coarse, how it is Their folly is fruit, death a holy trail behind us, the fiery gate to god’s kingdom Draw closer to it’s already receding heat, and divide hereafter nothing. Sweat Brave home of mine

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9-26-2016 Jamison Williams at the 621 Gallery Annex performing interpretations of the Disney songbook.

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9-26-2016 Noise Ordinance's Disney Program at 621 Gallery Annex

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It is no great thing To take photographs of clouds Hanging grand, unearned

In sight of little fellows Seven tableau bodies stand Take a look at them

Posturing sages Belying artless fortune Stateless Fashion crowned

Urn of grey ashes On the mantle towering Peerless wisdom’s tomb

Haunting inbred saints Blissfully snapping nowhere Inhabiting pelts

Poor little wild one Shaking, rendered, and now lost Returning away

Admit we were saved Just three years ago today Tearful grateful prayers

Gleaming reflections Stare down upon the travelers Kind enough to dance

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New recording up on the soundcloud from a radio performance broadcasted on WVFS Tallahassee on July 11, 2016

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Trypophobia

Lotus pod sponges Bulge Cataract craters Containing irregular Tremors and holes Foam edging premulines Scar tissue tearing Through pregnancy worms Working round of themselves Irises anuses Scorching heat shimmering Lenses caressing the Crowned pumice stone Tingling quarantine Grimacing venomous Throbbing air sucking Prick Particles spread Holes holes holes Holes holes holes Body transecting The dim breathing holes Wartish pus pushing in Pulsating edges grin Dumbly and empty and Letting it in Mouths open midnight Inflated tongue blocking light Shuddering freezing The gwar thing inside Heart beating crazily Circle rifts owning it Opening everything Stretching it thin Frantically waking up Seeing through spider claws Spinning a web to Trace spots on yourself Poisonous creatures sing Tunes on the viper's wing Growing up freakishly Nostrils flare awe Living inside us are Torpid pale fishlike things Burrowing blanketed Organs aren't real Merely these creatures live Animate all our kids Hopping in human suits Pore-dwelling worms Brain tingles static A drain sound is cornering Patiently penetrate Godless pink worms Holes holes holes Holes holes holes Breastmilk corruption Hole-dwelling worms

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Mas etapes a nadia

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Yet more stairs to nowhere

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Stairs to nowhere

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From Grandfather Mountain, NC