Friday, February 13, 2015

A POESY OF LOVENCE (((by Maxwell Clark)))

Infinity is Love // Love is Infinity
by Maxwell Clark

(((҉))) help!!

help me, me—o help me, o, o help me, o, help,
help me....

i am so of ur love—
so thus never ur
(((ONE))) lover,


a slut,

an incestuous brother // Father, o! me

                of u none sins/
                none sin,
yet, o,
am ruthless-pin’d/
made my own prey
upon mine castrated shaft—(rather:) formerly mine

anywho (i.e., “anywayz”)—
yet never yet ever hers, nor
hers’ (the next’s...)—f
king, whose throne,

ALAS@!, is love’s solace—delusion.
SOLACE, ‘las($),
                never forever after weds—this
cock’s intrusions.

In truth, in—

my loves(,)
i seldom rest/ often quit
                                —NOR EVER seeding forever,
no, no,
THAT, o THAT: never (((our Oneness))) permit!!!

“From faireſt creatures we deſire increaſe, 
That thereby beauties Roſe might neuer die[...]”

o deal me ur prickly within, only, or at least—

so i may behold us, final—as one, in a wee likkle baby.

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

MUSIC REVIEW: "inu mi dun latipade e, by jhs"

reviewed by Maxwell Clark

forget what the title actually means (for now). listen and be happy (for once!@). this is music made by an elated person, so join in the elation, my friends! as if drum-machines and guitars were made for each other (which they usually don’t seem to be)—except in JHS’s hands. “jungle juice” in especially, my friends, that track is pure fire. somewhere between Jooris Vorn and Armand van Helden plus “x” = “jungle juice”. believe. oh, also plus guitar magnificence, of course. i can barely believe that i’ve met and hung-out with the artist who crafted these traxxx!!! so wow. yeeeesh.


2 Poesies of Maxwell Clark

Urban Holiness

Never of glitch forward turns diagonal patterned elitist.
Pardon sugar quietude remnants spying oat-fields.
Hello warring relaxation despoiled of gutters in flight.
Instead eloping concretions undergone.
Piece-work stabbing bluish trinkets that cannot.
Mourning of shallow-end matches crinkles heart-shards.
Pleasure exits circular raincoats unto drum-kits.
Unbelievers prey the complex whorls that go.
Passing dimes untold for scenic hospitals ebullience.
Untoward declarations washing perfection deathly.
Reddened lineaments uncurl passive discomfort.
Colorless fractalizations window.
Mastery vomits flippant interiors foregone.
Checking oxen overtly warned for visions trashy.
Leafy bellies beside enclosed laughter horrendous.
Pleasing chemistry opens triangular aboriginals.
Forked treatise goes acute inner chairs.
Meadows dot musculatures frailty supreme.
Catatonic callings peck print obverse.
Do thereunto ashes wavy tidings.
Never undo pickling sands.
No cannot snake flickering rollerblades.
Pretend someone.
Inspire elephantine coruscations.
That meaning has.

Fuck My Name

                                     “Fuck my name,
                                                Who I be;
                                                Fuck the game,
                                                It’s all about the moneyyyyy...”

I do care so much.
Oh yes, about you though,
Much less me;
Me: only insofar
As I help you;