posted on June 7, 2008 at 9:11 pm

suddenly 9 billion tvs went black
outraged and telly addicted idiots sucked in their breath angrily
city officials glared at the blankness muttering
security guards n toll booth operators spat curses
nursing mommies gawked …the soapies had been inta-rupted
as the whole world stared in horror at their dead screens
a flickering image replaced the utter tripe they had been mainlining
a mans face solidified upon the screen
a man in a tangled flowery forest
oh a handsome man stared out at the dumb world
no mere youth this man had true authority
around him the medicinal vines n whispering lianas interwove
weird flowers with huge thorns
darknesses under leaves
sick and strange blooms grew in that living jungle
that sentient jumbled vegetal mass of buds n stems n trunks
branches snaked behind him
becoming him
embracing him
the man seemed dark n dull within the bright forest
but his eyes penetrated the warm murk
all around him
around the edge of the tvs perimeter
skulls burn in red n yellow flames
red rimmed eyes watched
following your every move
the jungle hovered protectively around the man
who remained in the liquid shadows
who flickered in n out of your consciousness
the man gazed out silently at his captive audients
as the plantlife rustled around him and vibrated
as the trees shot up the earth
as their sap ran narcotic in a sticky flood
as dreamy drugs oozed from tiny nicks in stamens
as all the wonderful things vishnu included began to move
only some will understand
only some will not joke
only some will receive this revelation in good faith
silence if you can say nothing that will shed light
keep your mouth closed if you cannot match these words
keep your mind still
let your heart beat slowly
close your eyes
you will still see that mans face on your screen
yes you will see with your closed eyes
yes you can listen instead of prattling away
see the mans sad stern face
his eyes full of detached compassion
his vague sympathy
the foliage moves around him in some unfelt zephyr
the plants curl right out of your computer screen
the plants wriggle n writhe
you are struck motionless
you are rendered intrance
you are brought into focus
the background n inane chatter of your mind falls away
the ceaseless knot in your stomach relaxes
your blood pressure goes down n down
the blood pumps round your body smoothly
in great crimson spurts of life
still the man regards you
still the vegetation is not still
it weaves n wanders n bustles n hassles
the venus fly traps open n close
in a lewd flora-sexual come on
pollen shakes everywhere
rude little bees
the tiny hairs of the plants are in motion
small mouths are open
the plantlife is bumping n grinding
the flowers are all making love
but the sadman never loses his gaze
he watches you amidst the gyrating n bucking roots n leaves
the vegetalista
the lonely one
finally he utters a word
his lips form a single syllable
every one heard it in their own language
though the vegetalista spoke in holy and high english
the voice was soft sad and soothing
the voice sang as it spoke
the voice spoke as it sank
the mans eyes narrowed and harrowed
tiny points of light issued forth
presently he spoke the word
the word you wanted to hear
he spoke that word from your commandeered tv set
from your cheap little idiot box
or your widescreen plasmatic feelaround monstrosity
the vegetalista spoke and the plantlife was still
everything in the world was listening
every thing had been leading up to now
all those long seconds from yesterdays were so you could arrive here
the events
the cities in the dust
the long lives in the sun
all of it n everything
so that you could focus on this single syllable
the outside world recedes
there is now nothing but the word
the winged word which flies from his curved lips
the word
the word is

22 Responses to “the united future presents : oomph n imprecation”

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    athanasiuspernath | 7 June 2008 at 10:19 pm #

    le végétaliste – my 2nd fav painting of yours…just one behind the cellular mimesis fantasy…


    plant life vs pond life

    thk y

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    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 7 June 2008 at 11:10 pm #

    united air lines…

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    Matt | 8 June 2008 at 12:43 am #

    That was a little creep(er)y

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    heather | 8 June 2008 at 12:55 am #


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    princey | 8 June 2008 at 1:22 am #

    ooooh the suspense got this old heart a-pumpin’…..but YOU always make my day mr sk.
    love Amanda

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    lily was here | 8 June 2008 at 3:06 am #

    I worked it out by “a man in a tangled flowery forest”. He speaks the word but only those who need listen can hear it, the rest just admire his image


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    kat | 8 June 2008 at 4:17 am #


    this is different, and excellent, YOU..

    really really enjoyed going to yellow springs, seeing your art, and of course we loved talkin’ to you. the killer.. wow! love my crystalline rush print. wish my king of dope note card could be transferred to the ceiling. was awesome to meet holly too! she has done a stellar job the way your art is presented and really is a cool eek. ;]

    luv to all fiends..

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    davem | 8 June 2008 at 7:18 am #

    But I’m missing bleedin’ Coronation Street SK.

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    matt davison | 8 June 2008 at 8:17 am #

    Now that’s prose SK..

    Thank’s everyone for yr comments yesterday..I am the silly git for leaving important things in my car

    Amanda can you send me yr email please..

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    fantasticandy | 8 June 2008 at 8:35 am #

    ’tis an arresting work(both painting and prose)….
    methinks, in another life,
    another time,
    YOU may have been a preacher!
    fine stuff SK,
    andy L.

    p.s. holly…seems everythings
    going well!

    kat…so glad you had such a
    great time!

  11. avatar
    captain mission | 8 June 2008 at 9:17 am #

    the plant life has indeed been speaking, everything leading to this moment, the word is.

  12. avatar
    Ross B | 8 June 2008 at 9:54 am #


    Here’s hoping..

    Kinds, r.

  13. avatar
    iseult | 8 June 2008 at 9:55 am #

    Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our time being

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    Hellbound Heart | 8 June 2008 at 10:00 am #

    oh wow oh wow oh wow that was unreal…read it while i was listening to gilt trip…holy crap…
    matt d, am really sorry for your misfortune…karma will catch up to the wrongdoer out there, darl…
    love always…

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    Anonymous | 8 June 2008 at 11:40 am #

    howz them apples!:)

  16. avatar
    gregra&gar | 8 June 2008 at 2:19 pm #

    Beautiful. An update on Anthym by Ayn Rand. Thanks

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    matthew | 8 June 2008 at 3:28 pm #

    Ahhhh, that one was brilliant SK! I transmit that one to the other suffocated ones, where I’ve been.

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    persephone2u | 8 June 2008 at 6:03 pm #

    Nursing mommy here, and I was wondering what was going on with the bloody TV!

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    CSTCoach | 8 June 2008 at 6:58 pm #

    oh please please commandeer the tv waves and never give them back! i loathe that soulsucking tripe.


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    Brien Comerford | 8 June 2008 at 8:13 pm #

    That was a gripping and captivating blog. Sk was created to write, sing and to pontificate to an enlightened illuminati.

    K.D. Lang. Peerless female vocalist shines on “watershed”. Animal loving veggie, Buddhist and lesbian.

    Peace to all sentient beings who cling to existence in this fallen and turbulent. In January 2009 it will be good riddandce to Bulldozer Bush and Chainsaw Cheney. Their crimes against nature are manifold.

  21. avatar
    Polydora | 8 June 2008 at 10:23 pm #

    I think I’m hallucinating… fever and today’s blog tipping me over the edge of the YOUniverse

  22. avatar
    Anonymous | 9 June 2008 at 5:27 am #

    YOU . 🙂

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