...in the trans-pi-ose’d and turn up, in trappings of filigree,
face it, it comes to,
becomes to, transpires to, as the bright of, because off,
considering the view of, aglow of ‘what’s meant’ shouts more and more the irradiated said.
It animates ... It's a-brightening.
considering the view of, aglow of ‘what’s meant’ shouts more and more the irradiated said.
It animates ... It's a-brightening.
Alight-en- ing … re-sighting.
Against a white rabbit
the afore mentioned is as fascination.
… Alice standing up in the bright … takes a tight hold of a right ear (right here) and heaves too it’s undoing. ‘… itself out … into the open, a lot a lot of points unfurl my facets.’
Outer-side the curled lip of reason, where the strait line of order slips, and falters, lisps and stutters, and where causes pause, there exists multitudes of un-reasons muttering … twitching, switching, bitching, forming foaming fallows as reason-ettes unformed meanings tunnelled as off the more slight. These facet the sights of might bright assets deport’n themselves in infinite play. Wider-in-ing, ‘an Alice’s sight. These realms of unreason, the fractional quality, are those of re-meaning the clear and right-sighted, the meaning past that of shade and the meanings of those past shade, the unsaid … as said. The length of the passage to have the dimensions of a sponge. A girl talks to rabbit and argues. Subtlin’ meanings, felted experience, words as erupted as sensations of the sensed … of the undefined … gleam’n up the dark. T-unne-l’n in. In-sight. Here ‘an Alice’ will perhaps find, perhaps see, perhaps run toward or from, the unworded unformed, the misshapen, the freakish, the quirky, the queer … here here. Here ‘an Alice’ will hear, or not hear what’s said, the sight, the echo … as faint cries, palls, dirges of deceit and whimperings and sneezes caught at as they run past her … ‘I’m late, I’m, late.’ And in great fragmented gulps, whispering the undone as the undone-able, ‘an Alice might means spit-as she falls down the tunnel. She goes for it – after his tail. Follow’n where wet maps sigh and whimper, flat walls wail and pause between whirls … here/there the gather’n up territories of space and time and the weak purse to say the unframed-able unsayable … the unthinkable to speak of a bright right … residing … become her. Inside her funnel as the tunnel of the tongue-skin, between the void and matter … stuttering in the lean towards incoherence and the imperceptible … fluttering with deliriums ... spilling, falling, shifting in, through and out … lying meaning down as perceivings that are revealed as expanded joy beamed and unseen in bright hairy relation.
Alice would take up the challenge … ‘I will’ she would. She would enter most strongly as the bright of white whiteness freed of time late before the early … formed by the furious fucking of bucks … call’n out at, ‘at a girl’, to her.
Where Alice goes. Down. Own. Down the whole. Corridor-in. Swimming in the rise. The waters. Through the key hole. In the leaning towards all faceted bright, her hand goes up … in the reaching out a ways there is an out and a down. An on. The vibration of the passage is an event … In the event. Of placing one word before the other. ‘An Alice’ set. Set the EVENT … this/that …, that which, is not held, not to be grasped, not to be taken whole. In fools it folds. It flee-eeess away. In means … the firm the right as sight … shifts. In its correlate, in order, it alludes too, and it eludes. It pours through but will not be cupped, fills up but will not brim. Even in the eye of ‘an Alice’, the bright in faceted lisps slips sighs sight as other than mere meaning. Through ‘an Alice’s’ iris cradled lens to expire as ex-pie-ode against the sense organ of density, (slobbering over), meaning aches as slitting grey matter and somewhat somewhere between, its cells of perception, as pour-eds glimminers. In multitudes. Sure. On the edge of the body, bright as ‘clear as day’, it pools in warmth on flesh that is smooth and or furred, attracted always to everything, bright always ‘says’ wart and curl, and gives rise with continued presence to moisture and even blister, that which it once caressed. But bright will also close the one eye if dazzle is a pelt, peel it, and open, pupil pool in suffusion. It here bright will reveal the wish, the tender lover … and the bandit both to find the core of ‘to mean’. Amen. As a facet it will take ‘an Alice’ away she swells too much, to careless, and in tender mode it will lap … lap you, lap up, you, asking for its own prize, its own name, until ‘an Alice’ you/we turn and need to catch our breath lipped on lumen. So full of all resemblances … is it the right that it takes a blind one to see …?
The swallowing of syntax was presupposed as elucidating the enchantment of a seizure … a break with form. A breaking with the walk on two legs luck. Alice downed the rabbit hole.
Dooring. Down. The down is through. Through and at small doors. In contrary states. Eruptions and (revel-ation) inner-bright lie-ves as passes as phrases … ‘an Alice’ in phases. Through rhyming the rimming edge, causing various functions to fabricate stores into stories that effervesce as bliss going down is going down towards the unmet. The without. The outwith. It is said there two. Too are many many faceting things … and in sighs, it is noted, whispered, held, there are instances of right bright as eruption … within, … within the very eye as the tunnel. From out the I. Past the threshold. Past the smooth of unface … tonguing the toll, Alice lo-ooolls.
A tale is a table on three legs with a transparent black glassened top. On the underside is the yearning to reach for one hope … the other side only. ‘I say this medicine tastes bitter … the key is the throat.’
(She says … The natures of matter, of substances and form, of space, and of myself as the biggest or the smallest of objects (in a blue, white-aproned dress), have been approached through a divide, a separation. It being a cursory advance a colonising service, an applying of binaries, a cataloguing of type and by its very nature, the tea party, it has excluded or made invisible all 'others' that lie at edges – between)
In the mouth. Glossop the ‘other’, key chain. Inn for a nite, each for an-other, the tinker with the speculum … paired here, reflect’n each other. The chink link with reason and logic, in its patter partner there, where, there is no wonder. Its compliment, the darkened unreason is an ( ) unseen, inventing in the bite. The bright shine on galore sated as the too too much … as comfort that has’n inside it no seams. An Alice.
The small blue woman who loved to laugh wept. The Rabbit was white and not amused at the flood of her tears. Neither the Field Mouse nor the phrase waiting to be shaped. There were considerable pro-oblic-ations to unfold. To bucket … shaped it.
(He says the famous formulation … that woman is excluded from the nature of things, as it is proper … which is the prescriptive nature/logic of language. The gaps from which the women have erupted themselves give them a slipperiness that is not entirely either, they do never the less offer a coalescing of 'otherness' that is not lost on us, on US, of or because of, but should be nevertheless be kept long separate.)
(She says … one could refuse to conceptualise this space of experience, woman, femininity as purely separate, a binary opposite to masculinity, do see, do … the differences that swim into more brilliant coalescences that differ, at different times and in different ways. The very nature of light-the bright natures the might … the differences touch up their 'phaliclothier', the loudest and rationalist discord in as many ways as possible while being regretter-full respectful of difference, why not slip between places that are so diametrically opposed, ply more out of the edge than is at first seen possible. The edge is the possible)
Smiling at the Cat. A grin at a time.
Muttering. ‘Bite the bucket’, she says. ‘Sooo wet.’ Too wet to say. Sew. To un-broider the shroud … frill hear’n too the two, as a single tongue … evok’n relays of resonances edge’n from the eye, the I. The thin, the thin-ning gap, the thing thinning itself is unsung, itself unsaid. In ‘deep’ (‘I’m up to my elbows’) between the assumpt and the bind of binary, say’s ‘an Alice’. And thick unreasoned bright flutter fills the road. On the road. No the road. The matter within matter-within the wall of the fall are a place between the constructed and the flesh-ed-ed envelope. The mutterings are gathering together not from a cold sweep, but from the worn … a bodkin of felt, filled warm with the chorusing of itself … gather’n sourced by its very nature, the tract, the territory owned by each call-ing it her own.
‘I wish I was home’ sighed Alice as she shook the paw of the Queen of the underworld who was birthing all of the dead in a hamper out-a of her head.
Mutter, mutter, matter mater, Ma. There is a quantity of quality between spaces at each edge (and of the visible) that reveals much, says little opens up more. ‘An Alice’ stares at it and tries to repeat its mumblings. But finds in there huge gaps. In syllables. In sense. In the means. ‘An Alice’ goes … down. Within the mutterings, of matter murmuring, ‘an Alice finds there there are openings to reveal. Slips becoming blade. Cutting-making. Slipping out of her skin, ‘an Alice’ don’t require as quick as gun-gun fire, here she plies … tender bloody foresaw spaces as me-my-means.
(They say in the end … at the very beginning … it is in the end an argument of sorts that the forms of matter that constitute both have their own inherent-ness-es and those when seen though the glassings of experience offer ecstasy of the possible possible within the notable, that is 'other' to our proscribed desires ... like ‘an Alice’ always speaking always asking of 'impossible things', the impossibles inside our corralled desire are never-the less, never-the less where/there.)
(He speaks of identity and /experience as not no never have been being seen as the origin of meaning but rather as its outcome … it is experience , it is … it is that I am re-coalescing. Know’n of the further layer that pee-eel’n back reveals less and more of your subtlety called experience, that offers more nonsense than we have of without it.)
(His emphasise is that subjects must insert themselves in a pre-existing order; and that is that. But and here is a choice of milk in tea, that suggests a stability of meaning outside the one outside the experience, the speaker the now. Please pour.)
Alice of the seven veils removes her knickers and lies with her back, flat-on, to a hook, on the wall, to wait for an end, to begin, by.
I can’t off with my head shouted Alice. Through her teeth … aahh. Question no 1 … slippering the fleetingness imperceptible is the ‘what means’? Collating the relationship-ment with were words, now is the where we’s? Her tongue lies off relation-ing outside a sigh ‘n’. How … or?
Looking moreclose moreclose closer still. Alice begins by situating the syrup of wonderland at the space between too.
You say … what are she/her/it … they … what is the stuff of … the shape of there their own? It. How does she function? It. The figuring. What exactly is a strait line? How fecund is the foam of means. Forms in multiplying. Wise arse wise, arise, congulate-congrate-coagulate’n awe over the granulation of meaning of making sense. Humming in the reveal and conceal’n … yeah, yeah. The table is spread … out. There is the taste in the air of hot wet water on the cold blaze … flagrantly flanking the fascinat’n in brilliant arisings possible with any many, especially of the blight, of bright. This bright being not just on the brink - rim - lip - of form, off form (revealing her to his eyes) but also inside under her closed eyelids. In her belly, under her tongue, under the apron, at the back of her throat. ‘An Alice’s’ body turns away from measure. Bends back towards the before. See’n blissing sensation and corpse-ality. Oh Alice. How does she go … down? Will suppose see - look - notice the parallels inherent in this evocation? Like her tiny breasts, a means to various ends. On and on ‘an Alice’ goes ... discoursing with rabbits, slugs and the mock. The two, ( ) ‘an Alice’ and the White Rabbit dance. Dance’n paired as the all span, means scumbled, sketched at, pulled at, and peeped at, made 'other', separated, shuffled, and snuffled into over with. Sharpening his as hers … two teeth.
Digressing, Alice picks up the White Rabbit and bites off his face more promptly.
‘I will have your house’ she says.
‘I will have your house’ she says.
(She reminds him … ‘matter’ as her/she, ‘is’. And. ‘Is’ is the derivative form in linguistic Latin for expounding bright sound)
Elocat-ing … ‘the sound of your bright , your substantial, is a quality that functions simultaneously as the paradox-i-oxi-callating at ‘level’ snivel … as both matter, maaar and non-matter, ma. It is the thing that in sounding says itself’
Scolding … ‘functioning too thin, the tin of the tiny within the substance of all of matter (wipe your feet) as the thing which holds the form of substances, matter, won’t do.’
Unfolding … ‘eyeing the difference between vision and the seen … there is the Unfurl. ‘An Alice’ untool’n for the un-as reason. )( ‘the eyes are merely spooning.’ ‘An Alice’ does not see what with that ‘that’’
The walls are something in this here belly … ‘There will of course be two trials’ said the Red Queen. ‘Prove I’m not right.’
The rabbit lectures … ‘Between pure intellectual perception and the universe perceptible to sense, lies the intermediate world of idea, images, dream lovers, immaterial matter ether, visions …’ She frowns. Word-hoards. White wet where whore.
Is the elusive, exclusive functionary in this realm? Is it the matter out of which all unreason’s faceting-forms are form-ed-ed? Is it to the shape of the read-bed of, the thing that unreason’s?
(She talks about the empty as the full … as space that is bound up within)
(She points out along a long finger the father’s of the triangle ingestating the sum of the substance bright, they being saw along the parallel of lines of optics shape that opened only out … only. Beards bearing precision, measurement, magnification, and geometry. Only only … once began the ‘an Alice’ moved meaning. She said. ‘You use reason tools towards the developing branches of science and mathematics and the belief system that exclude to pomp and ejecture with vigour the other, and do as a result an awaying of relating to both matter and ma as an anathema that persists in its various forms today as we speak even. Sore on. Bright if it is all anything has become paid reason, and the clarity of logic, seen as the source of truth, in philosophy with manifestations within tenuous matter. I’ll skin you alive.)
She hears some thing say … ‘Curiouser and curiouser curious mouth … eat me.’ Because it can produce a few notes, though… they are very flat; and it is never put with the wrong end in front, reverse it’ she gurgles.
Questioning 2 … the Theosophies of Bright have applied the laws of their own perspective, interpreting esoterically the geometrical laws of optics; this esoteric science of the scales and of optics … and where were the unlaws left? By the tree? Here again it would be fitting (would it not? would it?), to illustrate the function of the active imagination, for this is a science which eludes rational demonstrations and dogmatic theorems alike. Nor should it be condemned as a mere theoretical view. It is not theory; it is more an initiation to vision. Is it possible to see without being in the place one sees? The theophanic visioners, their mental visions, ecstatic visions in a state of dream or of waking are in themselves penetrations into the world they see … Say?
The Dormouse sends in a little bill, on a wooden tray. A square that’s corners are in repetition. Her face.
She hears … and reflects (pondering through the shores of reverie itself). ‘Within the visual as bright the metaphors describe knowledge-reason through vision’… and argues, ‘the minds eye … in the presence of now over and over again … makes maids of words. Maids of wonder.’
Milk the bucket. The advice from the Caterpillar … ‘stick to form letters.’ She kicked at the stool.
Questioning 3. Or is it her proverb. Proverb Number 1.The two classical forms of reason, philosophy and theology both have their root in an inherent misconception; that is that separation exists. The old rabbit in a knot trick. A separateness envisaged as the ‘oh!’ the other and mundane matter, and in philosophy; in a form of understanding that separated mind from body. There was a girl in a tunnel. Proverb Number 2. The other resides apart, separate either in the heavens above the earth, above separate from matter, or separate as in a specialized form of understanding, an understanding that excludes, and so is not really an understanding.
Un-understood?
Un-understood?
At the Mad Hatters tea party … ‘suppose you change the subject?’ ‘There is no such thing’ the Queen spat. ‘Exactly. Bearing too long a place at this table is wasted time, though. Move on. Move on. All move on, one place on’ said the Hatter … ‘This is not all of the possible. Unplay the game girl girlie girlie.’
The tunnel says … (as the author of the creation of the division and the containment of bright … led to, leads to ... building/telling … says … ‘The cell words. The trunk words’ … flooded through. Wet. Machining out bright. Build’n it to hold to held it, to swell it, to lift it, to aim it, pierce it …) The tunnel says …‘?’
Houses. ‘Then I’ll go around and get in through the window.’ Will she grow to be the size of all and more and her tongue toying with elixirs?
Right. In aspects … Coagulat’in granulating groans. Against the bruise. Number 4? The faceted bight is self-absorbed. Poke-a-dox. As a paradox it is an indicator of the presence of the curly conundrum in its suffused state … fleetingly being, un-soiled. By its very nature, it cannot be made, cannot be matter.
Still.
Sure, (cock sure), knows.
The Queen’s croquet-ground mocks the Mock Turtle’s story … (tears). She struck her as death.
‘Oh oh your inside, oh oh you are outside …’
‘Oh oh your inside, oh oh you are outside …’
‘Point point point’ she yells. In his behaviour unmodified by language, the Cheshire Cat (as smoke’n wonderland) words really mean exactly what I want them to mean if I want them to mean more I pay them extra …, this bright mean to un-meaning evenly wipes the known away as his surprise, scramble and acts the unexpected expectedly. And even, when held in grasps, the shell responds back towards us. Its pioneer, (a role) as surveiled, it watches back ... responding as we have a response to itself. It tells … Meaning … … … while-sparks-fly. ‘An Alice’ is busied, and reported glowings are recorded … though rough horded.
From the tunnels belly ‘an Alice’ says …‘Bright means caresses inside my architrave’ says Alice from inside the belly. Alice, her ‘an Alice’ says … ‘I wear glow as a white blouse, all spark, all the sizzle all the gore-gour-geous feltings. A pool for the eye. A frame of haired gossamer, a brocade that catches bright, a hook of silk, the rabbit pelt that glistening sighs means rights … A regur-urge of fragments, the tunnel leads me to an unbright unlike.'
Evidencing further … un-certainty conceals itself as the garden … everything constructed is kept as un-a-part … rabbits must not mingle. ‘Who stole the tarts?’ – four Dodos shout, ‘an Alice did.’
The Red Queen is a bonfire. And the white rabbit acts tomorrow out repeatedly as encapsulated. Mirroring. The flat polished surface was not what it appeared to be.
‘I see nobody on the road’ said ‘an un-Alice’ …
(the words reflect the puzzle.)
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Image:
Harter, Jim. (selected) Hands a Pictorial Archive from Nineteenth-Century Sources (copyright free) New York: Dover Books, 1985. (p55)
Inspiration:
Alice in Wonderland (film) Walt Disney Productions 1951.
Carroll, Lewis. Alice's Adventures in Wonderland: and, Through the looking-glass and what Alice found there. ed. John Tenniel Oxford University Press, 1998.
Irigaray, Luce. Luce Irigaray: key writings. London: Continuum International Publishing Group, 2004. (p136)
by Majena Mafe
by Majena Mafe