Swarm, Oil Painting (2007), by Michael Mc Aloran
excerpts from ‘all
null having’...
…plays
dead yes it is or no more foreign than foreign-else no longer in-breathe
collision with given to expire dredge no longing not silently outcast of flame
delivered from restoration dead tide of words eager no more to unravel…
…sharp
shutter shutter down collapse fragrant as corpse-filled fields laughter long
what having once no longer trace what wind outspoken no no echo chokes now upon
gutter of which what given from outset useless as ever was unknown…
…as
downward lack liberate what closure having in etch blade cold blunt lapse lack
struck from out of cross-fire no target merely open wounds cauterized in none
collapse into thy splendor utter as if to no trace without form laughter-long
nothing left to…
…yet
still the bleed as if to carving into null reject of sound of echo knock thrice
breaking apart crack stone none siege of the biting into as if there no not
haven taken from outset close the door exiting blind no pageant merely crossed
up from the commence…
…as
if to that was what matter if bile closure fist redeem no hope the candle blown
out it was said in funeral pyre now birthed into collapse where spurious skies
beckon lock to meat of sense unto given unto ever the candle resurgent the
flame is wild it echos silent’s trace…
…it
is said be-gone what matter as if to say from where prism dense casts light
upon fragmentary silence no words for the ever-as or of closing down speech to
cast like detritus upon forgettable lands where of in-tide and lapse burn and
submit what words for unquantifiable night…
…less
than of what will till gathering up some scattered tines no motion the
extinguished sound not a trace of having been having little else but unkempt
vocal scratching at the skin of some bankrupt edge the bankrupt flesh from
outset silenteeism…
…there
are teeth in the veins in league with sufferance a six-pence given to climb to
the hilt of nowhere no further trace repetitive skyline of bleak no nothing of
what the less to echo of it barren a shit-streaked latrine…
…drag
of the drag of corpsal sounds breaking apart dressed in some worm-clad pelt of
decay where sunlit ever pisses up where guiding light fractures ever upon
photographic snare ever the whimper the force no majesty in or otherwise…
…words
echoes what sense to devour blacking it out as if to that else were the given
than where none’s enclave rots break stone where given in inherited blood
filling the nerves where brace devoured casts a cold glance upon mirror’s
redeem…
…still
yet till of or yet and if or of asking of promise furtive scarred by beauty-dim
in the faint light basking where words are static sands nothing closing its
fist as if to say that final deflected closure of fist broken shards of glass
working the bone’s exposure not a…
…it
has been uttered now acclimatize where lung’s pageant coagulated in given
stream of null again nullity all having all nothing blind-sighted a reckless
overture the illusive blood’s shearing drought collapse unspoken till restive
senseless in a…
…meat
speaks none accorded silenteeism and the breathless corpus smiles where bled
from lock of sound all having been yet seeing none more cut to bone having in
in dislocate where foreign ever abounds how as if to what matter the hour where
speech treads nullity capacity…
…yet
still to vent as if the cadaver ever listened blood shit cum and piss into
vortices through nocturnes of blind white heat given to expire seeks solace in
ever where none is ever-long given to rot in day after dissent what matter…
…as
if to/ zero bone what other than collision with untold unquantifiable exist the
bones raking up the leaves for what further purpose as it all falls down given
to expound upon nothing to expire through echo-null…
…a-bask
in skull what head exigent nullity spoken of as was before breaking apart dense
light carving up the dawn disclosure expiration traceless given no taken nor
taken given no echo-dim traces speech-dead recollect a-breathe in sickness
scuttling throughout…
…passage
lack lacking trace cold shadow of pelt wrung out voiceless after was in all no
the persist of onward into nothing to behold ever the disclosure silent as what
stun not a/ lack/ vocal tread throughout misgiving taken from what edge
collapse sun dead foreign eye in a…
…all
lapse till dense what held echo tremolo escapade shadow-bite in rip nothing
gained nor taken from cold weight cast off breakage of bone skinned of flesh of
never having never wishing to of ever-lung trace till unto desire lack close
the wound it…
…yet
the laughter of of the course for dead shadowings as if to say that was in or
of what as if to close coloured it screams silently never once having paces the
boundary until final never of in spoken of unspoken silent from the commence
ever the outset…
…as
all what once to the footstep taken upon moist earth sink sunk dead weight
collision ever-in/ in/ mocking the body broken the burst dam of blood in the
body broken circulating throughout mire’s outreaching fingers...
…breaking
from fever sensed through wind abandonment closure of the sky folding in
origami soundless breakage of faint light through a cracked sun leaking nothing
more than was from outset words cascading into voidal nothing left ever onward
unto what…
…the
fevered tongue of jackal devouring in night close the door it will liquefy seek
solace in headless abandon clasp the heart that leaks blind chalice the cup
over-floweth distances non-distance all unsung…
…as
was desolate commence not a sound breaking the cold chamber where whittled
purpose seeks solace throughout the blind air the skinned parameter of blood
nestling in meat’s absurd-closed lightless pageantry ever unto where from it
was once said…
…it
is taken from selective ashen drought from outset being nothing seeing less
than other than throughout until what once once tread syllabus evacuating from
dread mis-speech walls implode a shearing of fragrant a bone to pick away the
scars that amass…
…and
all along as if to final were once closed the fingers searching in drought’s
pale elixir breaking apart the catacombs of having once where there never was
sickness to dredge from some point of departure until until…
…until
silenced beyond longing cold weight of distance coiling its way back in to
choke-stone exigency nullity of devourment escapade none where lapse drinks of
the wounds that trace hence unsaid never to be in cylinders of blind bitten
struck out collapse unstepped not a bleeding out unto…
…endless
of the once spat out from disclosure lack words dissipating of their never once
in the hands that crumble also till dust departed flowers upon gutter’s tongue
silences that gather in their transparent children mocking the anguish of
settling shadows that never once…
…better
then the garrote the cold tears the erasure of self-non-self in tragedia no
motion unto waste a clear fragment cascading into blind weight lapse no
directly striking the vein’s cold chalice where abort if blessed nullity taken
from vocal echo-dim…
…the
eye struck out erased not a solace in the irredeemable lack weightless
psychosis gathering up the charred milk teeth of having once been solace of
collision reckless flesh stripped away cold colours in blight stone abandonment
taken as of given no not a…
…and
of yet yes of the tread back inwardly from nothing clamour of sharded lights
shattered the pulse of nocturne given to speech’s reclamation no nothing there
in the faint light echoing veranda of skins shed flayed bone the tissue spent
yet ever resurgent from outset solace not a trace nothing ever/ of a…
—Michael
Mc Aloran
