Melancholy Quintet

George

Penelope Hudson AKA Mae Fortune RIP 1951-1987

14/05/06

Pour, Celain Skull, fondly.

GloryScrawl

(You

can't

say

no

to

her

but

that's

all

you

can

say

to

me

and

that

says

it

all...)

Dans Ma Chambre/Danse Macabre

2:45 am

"I woke and rolled to face the wall and was startled by the image of a Japanese guy holographically embedded into it...the fourth such instance in a day..I yelled "Hey there!", his luminescence receded back into bland wall tones. my timeworn childhood I'm-alone-in-the-house-every-noise-I-hear-emanates-from-a-serial-killer paranoia returned...I lie there tensed, mentally fixing all the escape routes. Outside, the rustle of trash stirs me into absolute stunned wakefulness. I manouevre myself to the window, attempting to minimise and dampen mattress noise. There's an urban fox grazing through our trash. My creaking window disturbs its banquet. He fucks off, loping, like dogs do. I've been awake three hours and I've not seen the Japanese guy. But the exploded dustbin bag in our back garden. I saw that. "

Sigil Architecture Rendered in Perfect Symmetry

Sigil Collapsed and Veiled

there's only a first love

the heart's archetype

then there's faxes and figments

don't live up to the hype

Pyramid Folding (Sigil Near Collapse)

Sigil, Mid-Collapse.

Blueprint for Seven (Sigil as Product)

(Wrought Iron Bramble Blossom White Noise Minimalism Toxic Clouds Emphasis on Melody Sparse of Chords Telegraph Wires Wet Concrete Bronchioles Roses Bone Marrow Veins Knotted Flyovers Tarot Circus Split Cork Leopardskin Poppies lava Vineyards Moss Limestone Dead Peacocks Feathers Pheasants Chartreuse Sunrise)

To Sidestep the Operation For a Moment

Crazy Warped Dream Logic

I dreamt you neglected me for that perfunctory fuck of a flake.
I dreamt you borrowed me functionally to map the astrology of your cock.
I dreamt you adopted a weather vane called me to determine the orientation of your tilt.
I dreamt you bust my ceramic heart with vacuous promise and rotted hope.
I dreamt I climbed through a window into a zone of perspective that felt nothing.
I dreamt I didn’t care.
I dreamt I horded my heart in a corset for the rest of years.
I dreamt I carved off my face to ensure my repulsion to further heart rapists in waiting.
I dreamt I amputated my cock and smoked it with sexual dysfunction and cancer battling for mental primacy.

(sips glass of conference water)

I dreamt open and close were flipsides of the same verb.
I dreamt I cleaved your empathy-retardant skull with AIDS blades.
I dreamt I wasn’t the vengeful rape victim cliché.
I dreamt I wasn’t so desperate that I succumbed to your arbitrary request.
I dreamt I couldn’t talk to you ever again without my heart clocking the absence of its likeness in your own chest cavity.
I dreamt I wasn’t capable of bitterness and that I was a bland sponge to your pathetic misery.

Imagine my relief when I woke to recognise it as a dream. Such stifling incredulity. Honestly.

(Shrugs and vacates the lectern)

Nick Hudson

Sigil Maintenance (Frames 5-7 of x)

Sigil Maintenance (Frames 1-4 of x)

Funeral Rites

Exhale

Inhale