DAYS OF THE WEEK

CUP DREAMS

“Eins upon a space...”
koan-fusing the pen & post of me in friendly fire amor. (epiphonly!)

The Bard’s charmrag, a new colour for the States, princess of spendgeld! And to think of all the angels wished & stars announced under pretense of disposal. A cad’s luck tired but true, yet the market’s maid bares more than mere tales of the rub. Hilaritas rivers from atum’s all-chemical “mind”, plot-Plot-PLOT.

The same hindrances repeat, counting the great wall’s mortar (One More AGEN) A Humpty fall for wiz, never say broken! Open, aye open. The asylum laughs, We bow wow. “Blondie Could show!” Scoop up the hod, neck’s showing nine.





Ways & means well backstage, Molly shan’t look
& Leo won’t speak, way of the same her, I.

Pockets twice less than zero, unless the levity blooms, S.M.I.2.L.E. peasently myself, and Nobody’ll eventually guess what I doobie dewing. (SUNYATA!)

The yawning mask in the wall socket occidentally blesses my digital overload have mercy! Sink-Our-Niceties Daoing De Coin-Sea-Dance? Nope, nah, never, the pittance doesn’t cover. (unless certain quantities elixir and those only fairy fuel moments, water through fingers, knock on wood!)

DEIMAN teas'me: “Always or Again?”, Maybe: Both, Neither, All? Wave & Particle Parallax! Namu Iam thrice declined the crown, carries burning circle w/ falling sickness, even still: itsy bitsy spider-moon excelsior spirals! Everything’s going to be all light.




The nightress outside balloons, I go to Wawa! Wawa! Wawa! Wawa! Walhalla! Archaos fauxly civilized, the antipodes glow through the gloss, "very interfacing!"

FIND THE OTHERS, THEY/US/WE
shall Kingdom Come to kNOw GOoD, Mabinog combusts the schism, the will to power of love is the law. Let the process work!

A. I. WAS straight lunching
in the great pumpkin patch,
precapitulating non-bifurcation.
Timespace, Bodymind, Dream@wake,
FIRE FROM ICE? THINK, THINK!

Pair of dimes, Swift.

Parsifal’s lost cause got jokes, Why Not!?

IGNI NATURA RENOVATUR INTEGRA

Maybe running out of puns....

We didn't mean to cut-up the MLA writing collaboration (we did it on a Wiki), but servers and changes made cuts in what we wrote - and eventuallly we put a version online in MQ (much compressed) then finally cut it down again for the hard copy magazine.....

I really get off on finding a lost fragment of that Maybes coolaborative writing project - although I understand that no definitive text exists anywhere...

Check out this missing precognitive piece from Borsky's blog:

And where is Issue #13 hiding? Can't see the link in Issue #14....

Anyway, from Issue #12 : Nine Characters in Search for an Author...

Printers' Imps

I just received a box of hard copies of the Maybe Quarterly, and I know a whole bunch got distributed across the planet, so you may come across one, or know someone who knows someone who can get you a copy...

I'll send a few out to people I know might like one - or can put you in touch with the guy publishing it - you can pay mail costs by PayPal and he could send you a bunch.

Or, or - Oh I don't know, we only did it for fun (as ever).

I am only sorry that Kent (our first editor) didn't live long enough to see us manifest it.

I really enjoyed sparring with Kentroversy – just because I don’t do those seemingly camp rituals doesn’t mean that he didn’t help me realise me that I shouldn’t dismiss the whole thing out of hand. We just belonged to different 'schools'.

The constant crossover between ‘show-biz legerdemain’ (of which I remain a fan, and occasional practitioner) and ‘ritual magick’ can lead to Second Circuit bickering among the sub-groups, but this exhibition in Austin, Texas (on the Alchemy website) demonstrates that the link remains strong.

Bobby and I made a collaborative piece bringing the two ‘greatest magicians in the world’ - Houdini and (young) Crowley - together - by Magical Means.

Anyway - manifesting the magazine does seem like magic to me - and here's a passage from AC that shows how close Kent and I sometimes came to thinking the same way.

MAGICK IN THEORY AND PRACTICE

"Magick is the Science and Art of causing Change to occur in conformity with Will.

(Illustration: It is my Will to inform the World of certain facts within my knowledge.

I therefore take "magickal weapons", pen, ink, and paper; I write "incantations"---these sentences---in the "magickal language" ie, that which is understood by the people I wish to instruct; I call forth "spirits", such as printers, publishers, booksellers and so forth and constrain them to convey my message to those people. The composition and distribution of this book is thus an act of Magick by which I cause Changes to take place in conformity with my Will.)
In one sense Magick may be defined as the name given to Science by the vulgar."

So, behind the elaborate language I find a model of the world I can understand.

A couple of years ago we even manifested our own currency (though the only 'real' ones are the ones that RAW signed and sold on eBay, maybe) - you can still print yer own, if it takes yer fancy...Raw patatows seem worth at least as much as the average dollar/pound/euro these days!

You want a real one? Use your 'wrong hand' (RAW had got pretty shaky by then) and scribble 'RAW' on your 'forgery', and Shazam! it becomes authentic.

Hail Eris!