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Ghost in the Cog: A Poetic Score



numbered entities

eloping on a

loop de loop

, the sputtering of


chain lift on high Hz

,
oscillating,
repeating, clouds billowing
beside hospital bed and

nine marbles over feet,


thunder thunder

thunderation,
trick hill ensnares
, hiss to
hither,
L⎈⎈P
that loop, dive drop them

chemtrails over

pretzel
knots,
your breath labours to dessicate air
,

zero-g roll


sequencing a lisp into an

opulent vowel


a voluptuous O
teEeeEeeeeasing
grUUUUnting
loops that elope
with a smattering,
a shattering of embodiments.


G-force, Tanya`s


lost control again
of the Tesla coil

crackling under pressure from
G.I. Joe.

Gee, thanks, -
just bought it
the

chuf-chuf-chuffing
of low frequency discrete frequency sound

in the helicopter
recording which is absent in the road traffic noise. From The
Aeronautical Journal, volume 78 (1974) [snippet view]

;

the soundtrack for embassy evacuations.

From Hob Brown,
Inner Tube: A Novel (1985);
the

whirling blades

then increased in pitch and intensity and
rapidly hightened to a final whizzing

takeoff.

From Larry
Kammholz, Moc Hoa (mŏck Wauh): A Vietnam
Medical-Military Adventure (1990)
a swamp drowning in

a drone of croaks

and clicks on speed, cicada swarmaggedon diving

headfirst into bug zappers,


hissing to come hither

the 18 hours
of static

recorded on a one-second flight.
Tanya awakens in a hospital bed. Under oath, she

recapitulates the majesty of
w o r m h o l e s,

the magnificence of

time-travel, the undertow


of humanity in all its gas-guzzling grandiosity.






—Moritz Nahold and Kenneth Constance Loe