From Studio Notes, March 2006

March 21, 2006. Lac Ouaureau.
Night.
◄#7, March 2006.

I want to hear the screaming—
no, the heaving grunting rolling of Leviathan in me thrusting
to get out—all the sperm of all the males of all the millennia
in me tonight.

*

Step after step in my work,
always only marks of long time passing.

*

                                                   “Can you make a form that feels like
                                                    this heaving humping rolling in your body?”
                                                    I will try.

                                                                                                       *

                                                    Came out as cosmic cunt
                                                    in the form of sprouting seed of Tree of Life.

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