Endlessness is No Desolation

To blurb this book I submerged my brain in its popping polyvatic village cauldron its speaking sung thru me like comets as cosmic Cuntos. These are unbinding spells. Give consciousness back to the matriarchy. Wouldnt the mothering of consciousness be better? Secretes E her potions conjunct her linguistic glamour. She unspirals us from patriarchal overmind while pregnant and dancing forth into space with the goddesses. This arrow is so sharp and plumed. Pleasure. Badass. Brilliant. Lava. Matrilineal gnosis. Revolution she says and does: afterbirth it claim re-enact cuntify it. Spell your spell. As Freud was wrong about women he was wrong about death (duh). Drive? Death can be mothered. Father Uterus* (*Hiromi Ito). Channeling as uterine prerogative (spiked ghost blossoms.) FEED YOUR HEAR. Mothers milk/tongue. RIDE IAMBIC PIGS. LOL lets crack it open and BE NO DESOLATION. Be witchery wall-less altered alert. We might reclaim killjoy to mean an ample empathy. Be these magical actions. Absolutely feminine disobedient radiant scathing. -Sarah FoxOne of the infuriating and regular pieces of advice from the etheric beings to me is play. END is an achievement in play. It is true joy. It is perfect gemini anxiety/flexibility and human strength sitting with and passing through difficult fury and ugly love. Genius survival mode gameplay in a world already over. -Feng Sun ChenUnike wedlock with digital clocks time in this endlessness is no desolation plus today I queefed on god plus each every and all of the bodies transformations plus puss plus serious muppet logic plus ectoplasmic nun fetus plus bird alphabets form trauma maps plus no blue distance to the whole machine plus the monster truck of the endocrine plus the anthroposcenery plus Elisabeth Workman threads spinal chords all through the big fucked up everything for us. -Michael SikkemaHow to begin without comparing this book to the books that keep getting called home / How to begin by saying instead of reading this book Elisabeth Workmans ENDLESSNESS IS NO DESOLATION this book sits down with me to draw a life / maybe mine / maybe a caves / It draws in soft light and red feeling across violent edges. We consider the sea / momentum bitches / & / waves / the tension / We consider endlessness / so history / the sculpted manuscript / the boring vault doesnt have to be the water source. Pussy Wallow the Bird of Paradox a mother / the noise of love that surrounds her faces me and says Do you have a fucked-tongue too? Her faces me and her faces are me and faces her and me / We raise our skirts to the war and say RIDE IAMBIC PIGS. This book folds in on itself and seeds itself / knows seeds are notes / knows there is so much that is unfathomable / unshapeable / but insistent about the world / the seen and the unseen and pain and its dream time / so why not / fucking celebrate / why not fucking move through it like a body / like wound or thought. -Carrie Lorig