Excerpt from the accounts of Chton[i]

              – for Jac Naber


…alfway totters                                   the ant rabble                                    
[=>bespectacled]

manner of convoy equipped quenchless […] temper

digging digging

swallowed up froze in the prime mess
which we is set off to be
            we is salt current ice pulp

                                               boil fluid

in coil shrink exploding

                                   clicking

                                               puffing

gay geysering tide time
spinning in the spire span
            cosmococoon? we is cosmococooncook!                                         [-clock(?)]

[…]

half sublunary we is rainbow white
monkeys whirling
                                               newborn snow

[…]

in the lightless silence time

                                                           ever

                                   we is always ever

[…] and all is just flowing
petrifies                      encircles
to powder purple fright

our amber is billions carat
we belches from the map […] prime forest
branches waving fall down
all the woody

just keep lying there for a while
[…]

after us the ant man
after the ant man
the licking sea

[let] be licking the sea
past the escape route signposting
of dull housing ants
on our burner without personnel

                                               we stays […]
                                               we flogs […]
                                               we spits […]                                                   [fire]

here at our whimpering hearth
lava harbour till ha…

 

 

 

[i] [largely] illegible petrefact xyloscript

 

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Adriaan Krabbendam (Tunis, 1955) is antiquary, profound sleeper, doctor of the unknown, coachman of relations between the chtonic and the restricted human role in disasters, beachcomber laureate, firm simpleton, now and at the hour of our death, factotum of cities and landscapes, world without end

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