{1-wine} 01.04.2020
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'I almost vomited whilst I read it' - to steal the words of another {artist}. I sat with the glass of Dolcetto. I drank it through my mouth. I thought about it. My stomach thought about it. What if it rejected it {back out} through the mouth? To drink. To vomit. To think. To write. {To read}. Is it voluntary? Or did I make myself vomit? Lest we forget 'word vomit' {Mean Girls do it best}. Ruminating over vomit is putrid & tempting. I am not the 'nauseated spectator' {E.Brinkema, 'Objects, Abjects, Close-Ups'}. I am the nauseated thinker. I am the nauseated drinker.
{2-wine} 02.04.2020
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Yesterday's layered with today's & I felt sick {of motive}. I poured it into my mouth & into my stomach after it had already been through my mouth and my stomach {& my other mouth}, a recurring fate. 'I would call it a crisis of excess ~ Desire | Need | Instinct' {U.Eco, 'On the Crisis of the Crisis of Reason'} to wear a wine coat over my chilly lumps of thinking. {OR} IS IT COAT-ING ITSELF ON ME. What I Desired before I put it on continues its method like Instinct. Need is where it all turns into flimsy latex dripping wine, translucent, into yesterday's remains.
{3-wine} 03.04.2020
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I can't remember this one without placing the last. How many times did it fall from {impossible} grace into sludgy paper made subject with Hildegard-Jazz on ambiance? Wine framed by glass & digital walls & inside-skin that lifts its peak in ecstasy so easily lost to broken necks & meditative Nowness. There is no inner or outer, just aesthetics dropping on themselves in lost liquid inspiration yearning its solid stupor with eyes, not tongue{s}. Private / Public, or the old In-y / Out-y, aggressively 'poised between the physical & the mental' {J.Gratton & M.Sherringham, 'Tracking the Art of the Project'}.
{5-wine} 05.04.2020
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Look at me; my wine; the wine's I. Raise a glass to my raised glass {to my raised glass}. The wine ain't got muscle until I swell it up, baby {Baby}. & so we 'had no blood to pump around, but this simulation had an effect' {I.McEwan, 'Machines Like Me'} ~ snooze the note to replace the wine pixels with stamp-sized interpretations. Wine{'}s Like Me & it didn't fancy itself today but shoved it in to duplicate 2's recurring fate. With the wine in my veins, the baby {Baby} lapped it up & a trail of drinkers nibbling on drinkers {nibbling on drinkers} was set in motion.
{6-wine} 06.04.2020
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A single {signal} pour left after the heaving bottle {HOT HEAVE} & I'll pay. B O T T L E F E V E R. The wine & its drinker suffer {BURN IT UP: 37.8c}. The drinker & its wine don't care____ {my elephants are always pink died dyed Black}. I 'T O S S E D O F F T H E C O N T E N T S'+ {G.Eliot, 'Janet's Repentance'}. PART I: my first glass ~ performance lick | PART II: his second glass ~ improvise spit | PART III: her third glass ~ offstage spill. A summary of a looseness of >a COIL; fermented liquid yearns for that {on either side of the curtain}. I HAVE WINE EYES LIKE TERESA. Open my mouth & I won't cry. I'll down it like HELL. & drink it forever {ETERNALLY} ~ {DAMNED}. Wine in a marble vacuum; my Fluid shiny monstrance gone COLD like a Wife under the wine VEIL.
+to:
COVER OFF
PALMS OUT to
little listening
LORD
NO:
Dolcetto
dye
Die.
{7-wine} 07.04.2020
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7 SEPTETS {composed for Day 7}
~
[in] a glass of wine
there is only the threat of my mind
-altering from its influence
& my sway{s}
wrapped
around
no lid
~
[to] the critical point
of the hungry intellect as it
seeks pleasure
not in
every sip
but in every thought
a retribution {crumbling}
~
[so] take it away
the pillars look at me
& to nowhere
I might crawl
around or over
bottles light
with No-New{s}
~
[as] tongue{s} settle
behind the
curtain
& no sacrifice
suffices
his trodden
Sacrements
~
[they] fill her up as
looking around
gaps disappear
into the sphere
pulled up
latched onto
the lip{s}
~
[of] trembling {be}holder
sees the rays
that rip
the skins
& language's
seams slow
ferment
~
[in] a period of grace
tip{s} me over
cold-critique
{crisis uphold}
away
I
go
{8-wine} 08.04.2020
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The loaded glass with no pleasant rim to slip (split) the finger
Strike the note implausible (internal waves / I shudder) NEXT
A moment of pause (pious; in the pope's tissue)
The potential of its being there & gone (& done it)
Bury your amphora bury your constants bury your moments of self(less / never)-doubt(ers)
BEFORE there is nothing ther there is nothing therr there is nothing therrr (vintages in the wrecks)
earthly weight on its shoulders THEN & a lizard creeps out of the (forming-fluid)
f-f: sorting liquor; a (base) base until it confronts its existence (match our moral-s / light it)
Lizard\ on my shoulder NOW
The loaded (BACK)stroke
RUINS on land that I drink
Spontaneous grapes\
No-Aaaaah
{9-wine} 09.04.2020
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{THE WINE LIST}
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Wines 1 - 5: Alpha Box & Dice 'Dead Winemaker's Society' Dolcetto
Wines 6 - 7: T's Liebfraumilch
Wines 8 - 9: Sepp Moser 'Classic' Gruner Veltliner
10 DUVET DAYS
e-x-t-r-a-s.
Italia Montepulciano d'Abruzzo
Mandrarossa Fiano
