THE ELONGATING INTRODUCTION
“crate digging” — that most common of all surrealist pastimes?
sifting through some forgotten shitheap of capitalist surplus, hunting for that ever-elusive shard of Marvelous?
& our individual pasts?
& our individual memories?
they play no small part
in all of this
either
truly
the shitheaps
of our childhood
& adolescence
tend to glow just O so brighter
tend to discharge their Poetry
at a much higher rate
& as for me, well
O once upon distant time…
a “waybackwhen”, a forgotten “then”
& there I was,
jerkin’ it in laughable 2D
I was just ‘nother nerdboy then, living on tha edge
just ‘nother rusted out cyberdrone
hooked on kawaiiturd hooked on godzilla foam
& with the aid of one demiurge-infected brainport,
I jacked into the JAPANIMATION!™ matrix, eternally
consuming eachevery smirking shard of nippon I met
living in a blissed out state of “total non-judgment”…
a conspicuous consumption, truly “beyond good and evil”
O forgive me O world
for it was the early 2000s
& so
I can’t really be blamed
you see
but! & yet!
a few corners of that world
still glow for me
a few corners of that world
can occasionally be netcaught
wearingwell
that most deranging halo
of Truest Marvelous
though
perhaps
perhaps
it is only for me
anywho, anyhow
horror anime—horror manga
it is she it is they
who bears our most surrealist fruit
behold O mind
this decadence of Ero Guro
behold O mind
this Rampo-seed, birthing a no-never snore
behold O mind
that sun-dried vessel of blood
turning over
its new crusty leaf
& calling itself “warmth”
“sublime refrigeration”
“animistic labyrinth”
listen-!
within this 2D urspace,
the yokai stack their sperm
& this most folkloric
of sperm
(oddkind though it be…)
it just goes up
and up
and up
7 billion milky white legos
forming “sacrificial skyscraper”
O unlucky skyscraper
unlucky city
so sprouted,
out there in the somewhereother
inside of the trillion
quantum generated
tezuka-tokyos
capitalist monoliths
built merely to be destroyed
one day, perhaps
a bubblegum wielding
“Magical Girl” version
of our dear dead De Sade
will descend
& suddenly, suddenly
—glitter & sparkles O my!—
some previously unknown
tanuki-kaiju
godform surprise
will enter delightfully
into our tiring sad world
ripping upwards ripping outwards
ascending or crossing or rising
arriving? yes & yes, from deepest of all deep
inside of Sade-chan’s biggirl cartoon eye
inside of that towering, winking
whitemassive oval
a transmutation of orificeeye
& soon—a tanuki kaiju birth canal
no time to waste my dear, no time
soon enough
tanuki-san will be seen
toppling the National Diet Building
with a clinched furry fist
& soon, soon
tanuki-san will be seen
desecrating the old tokyo tower
swinging those twin “trouble puffs”
of his
laughing, chittering, smiling
inevitably
all and everywhere
a newleaf japan will emerge
cocooning within its own nakedness
a new world too, a new universe even
a land where every death is sexual
where every fuck is annihilation
a fresher, more balanced, more dialectical land
rich in vitamins
one in which
newly porous Matter
will everywhere be seen
raped by overeager Spirit
yes a place where
metamorphizing newflesh diabolics
will overrun every path
hegel’s end of history, then?
if you like, if you like
& all of this tentacled,
humbling,
venereal violence
which we observe?
inherent, inherent harbinger.
intimate cruelties
hung so high
displayed, dissected
they reverberate for us
resonate for us
merely
in order to sew
to glue
to patchwork-quilt-ify
the majestic new comfortcoat
with which we shall enfold her
yes, her
of course, her
that radiant sultan of our Unconscious
that anarchist mayfly-king
she, with carapace of blackest worm-jellies
who often moonlights
as the lion tamer toad
who always only defecates
in obelisk
yes you’ve got now you’ve guessed it
naturally
it’s all for her
for our surrealist heroine,
EROS
THE FILM REVIEWS(?)
in “Wicked City”,
in “Demon City Shinjuku”, too
there is much there is much
there is webworking teeth
for a splattered
old doll
there is pink
among white
O ah ha
& ah ha
overall?
merely this:
devil’s jerkey
-& yet,
made so sweet
furthermore
much like the Purple Prune,
so recently
sand-harvested
so recently
& rudely
reformulated
as the disquieting
UFO fakesaucer
(all hellbound, for Appalachia)
there is no one in this film
absolutely NO ONE
who owns any surf board
we love it
we really do
the constant
bodily
metamorphosis
seen here
there
everywhere
in all these aging
demonthing
cinematic outputs
the reality and the imagination,
the human and the animal,
the flesh and the non-flesh,
they are all
so very consistently
blurred
that we always
almost
forget
our all every outline
that we become
the aquatic plant dog
with spongelike viscera
that we become
a hole
“DEVIL MAN”
(well,
that 1st fabulous OVA
, anyhow…)
shows us
DEMONIC DEEP TIME
a fabulous surrspace
weeping out
more delirious
delicious
poetry
than a 1,000
edutainment
cgi
dino docs
ever could
or would
or (who knows)
should?
“Doomed Megalopolis”?
she uses
a completely unnatural
color palette
this one
yesall
in order
to heighten her inherent strangeness
cuz she’s a reimagined
false-past
1920s japan
a place
where people melt well
deep down in their bed,
a place
where people sprout eyeballs
from a puffed ruby lip,
a place even, my dear
to hallucinate CAT
yes the one
treasured one
with his
twice bleeding eye
“Suehiro Maruo”
is our dime-store Bataille
& he has catalogued
for us
many weirdwonders galore
& he’s seen waitingwatchers
ever standing
down deep
at the base at the base
at the all of the all
inside every
lost bowl movement
we are made
(in delirium in delirium)
to beware
“Urotsukidōji”
has its moments
O no doubt
& this image
below
one of many
O no doubt
one of many
among many
all quite hidden
O of course
among many more manys
& more manys
besides
& that
yes well that
that is all
that i’ll ever
say
about that.
“Digital Devil Story”?
just ‘nother
abandonded
old flick
just a little
tale tale
just a charming
high school drama
yarn
just a bit a cleanfun
wellwith
a devil summoning
-or two
thoughinfact
with a twist
because yes because
it’s COMPUTER herself
that does all the hard work
it’s pure code, made occult
that shall bring forth the depth
& these few trickster blobs
of an undifferentiated flesh
shall perform
(somewhat rashly,
& before
wonder-eyes)
the most irrational
of all bank heists
&
with our brow raised in wonder
at the whatwheresandwhys
yes of course
is that LOKI?
hmm yes
is that SET?
madly texting
mildly sexting
naughty naughty
my my my
with green text
with black screen
oh o h
…whataworld
truly
in that cumsticky wildwest
of that 80s that 90s
japanland
a “somethingstrange”
long dormant
was teased out & outwards
so dig in quite deep
dearest strangerfriend
so explore
“the surrealist potential in horror appears to have little to do with to what extent it invokes horror. The most important part is that it is a relative free zone from many realistic rationalisations and constrictions, and therefore in fact will be able to show us more of that which is actually real, and be poetically productive in much the same way as reality itself is – if we only allow it.” – Icewalker/Heelwalker, “The Remarkable Richness of Reality”