Fragmentary Annihiliation released

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Scribd version: http://www.scribd.com/doc/10950765/Fragmentary-Annihilation-by-Alexander

The only way I could possibly describe it, trying as much as humanly possible to refrain from what could be perceived as pretension, or the old bull shit of 'I am the great Artist that needs not explain his work, but gives this gift to the peon masses'. I can only say it's a succession of images, like prose poetry, like Naked Lunch or The Atrocity Exhibition.

Excerpt:

The individual is born.

The Great Individual: A handsome face stabbed and re-worked, a screaming face that spits. A tongue made from human faces, winking as it clicks and smiling as it lies. Here is what I give you, our god and master, your prophet and mentor, your martyr and rapist, your saint and chameleon, this Tao of pain and creation. Here, I am a man that wreaks their brain to create something, only to see another summit to surpass. White hands with short fingernails, palms are painted with tar, every fine hair has been plucked; no imperfection shall dampen a fine cannibalistic meal this moment in time I take from you, how well you feed me with blood and brains. There I am as a man that rapes the earth; I take your little joys and little death and will transform them into far greater things, through art and crucifixion. The torso is my mirror; here the roach may survive without a head till the end of time, the well of vice and greatness. Each body hair upon you is a wire brimming with electricity, to touch me would be enlightenment and to die for a cause. But there I am as someone who struggles, one that creates everything and becomes nothing. The legs are great serpents without need for genitals; they wrap around you and caress, be enlightened and look into my tongue. The feet are defiled with shit, the perfume attracts herds of animals, and each toenail is infinite and is marked with the portraits of saints and madmen. A nasal cavity deep and violent, as ethereal as a rain forest while stealing your oxygen. And now these eyes, red and deformed about to burst then and now from the strain of knowing, knowing I and you, and it is dead.

The Individual caresses an emaciated torso atop a Gray planet. Stars bloom, a smile brings on erect legs to swoon such a torso, unity in great things: an idea and a mutilated body.

Fragmentary Annihilation

My next work will be my last. It will feature a revised version of Sacred, along with some new material. I have given all I can to writing, and have found this work to my pinnacle of what I can create. As for right now writing bores me greatly, in having to render what is the most Devine (The Image) in a primitive thing such as language.

I will move on to film. What that yields is anyone's guess.

Fragmentary Annihilation will be released in a limited paper back of 50 copies. It will be autographed and may include a CD of Spoken Word material and some astounding music by a friend of mine. The price will be about $14 and that would include shipping.

We'll see what happens from then on.