Latest sneak preview of Esgr Navigator.

You can find the first and second previews at YouTube here.

You can be taken
as close or as far
from the bite machine
as you can recollect.
Summer victories
—healed hands, whole heart—
remain ultimate
even in shallow water.
Grass is growing
over the fire wreck,
crisp occurrences
breaking with hope through
a crust of gravel,
brick crumbs and seed hulls.
A new map achieved
every weekday yet
rescue collapses.
Three-quarters solace
in clove and camphor.
Sooty acorns clatter
and squeak on the roof.

What comrades must do, you have done
—exploring east through mountains,
boxed in longer boats suspended
from night skies—or flowing west
over the ocean, a blue star
far off, not yet invisible.
Your former journey, once hardened
in situ, in true numbers, square
and level, now must wear other
aspects more kindly, other ideas
in points, lines, shapes, surfaces
—crosses and rails—which cast
themselves into iron, into coal,
falling through blank pages,
falling through straw penance,
falling through pine needles
and salt, falling through winter’s
silence into the uptilted mosaic
of dust overgrown, overtaken
by the next conquering season.

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More from Esgr Navigator

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This could be your name #35

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…and make art I would be an uglier, meaner, stupider animal. Paradoxically, I think I would be happier.

New pages for Esgr Navigator.

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Linde Waidhofer galore!

An early morning sound

—a fallen crumb flaked
from prehistoric strata
quarried in dreams
—or scaled
from shed skin
of a reptilian night—

slowly drifts
into the choked stream
of his unconsciousness.
Rubbish eddies through
senses brimming
with a body verging
then spilling
into a box of time,
space, gods unseen,
what shoes to wear,
low cost financing,
destinations worldwide
and salt pecan delight.

In that first obese minute
he is a two-ton bulk,
bed-swathed,
luxuriating,
sunk in the wallow.

In that next pliant minute
he uncurls into limbs
magically tapered
with long fluent muscle,
as the river horse decides
to become human.

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More pages from my manuscript for the asemic novel Esgr Navigator. I wonder if it isn’t becoming an asemic graphic novel. Some bits look more cartoony than others.

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The glory of the serif (interim layer for Esgr Navigator).

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yama-bato:

The Winged Victory of Samothrace

Source: livelymorgue

yama-bato:

own

@yama-bato, 2011

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This could be your name #32, #33, #34

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Callisto Biscuits got me thinking about how I might describe my process of making an asemic work, which is something I had never bothered to analyze before now. These are 4 examples of the many semantic layers that have gone into the making of a few pages of the novel Esgr, my current project.

None of these images are a finished product, but what I like about the way this process has evolved is that the many interim layers (and when I say many, I mean hundreds) are each a discovery to me.

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