A sample of unedited free writing composed during a two hour Pop Matters workshop themed around Lorde, named ‘Homemade Dynamite, in May 2020.
PHASE ONE
There are types of explosion I could not accord to the usual violet.
I could not accord to the explosion the usual violet.
The usual violet, a secret violet. Lots of violets collect
on the edge of a screen share, meadowbank.
Collect document sensitivity, mute self.
Mute self. I do it myself, say I am faithful as Marianne
in the story I was the moment before and the tree is a jpeg
and if the tree is only a jpeg. The alchemical forestry of lorde and rain
and I wish I could get pissed with you forever in the perfect place, in the perfect universe
an alchemy life
aye ayeyayayeyeyeyayaeyaeyyaeya
it’s a type of kissing, it’s… perfect place? yeah I think I was googling to find the lots of violets. say we do this after the party, say we do this regardless, perfect place
only that I Wanted to see your face
only that I wanted the download to happen and sick of seeing myself in speech
sick of seeing myself in speech
I wanted everyone
the less sensitive arena of eden
first sprawl is lissom and I blow it up
celadon tenderness
turn up crushable, she fancy
the body’s soft pulp is
turn into colour how green your eyes are
kissingly blue as the skies are
doubtful hillsides
I slide into
not this
find + replace a call, that’s all
Blown kinds of killable power, I needed something, almost a sort of off-blue to perfect the moment in which I fall for another green-eyed loveliness and supernatural the first song was only as coasting my eyes
it is a coagulate love
it is clots
of the party feels over
sharing experience of shingles in bittersweetness
fire’s pale season is a sleeplessness say I did not read the full bio
I swear we had not read
the stress of white lines in the ice
whoever loves the beach
treat self, treat self
if the beach refuses to light, the soft
never trust of the sea
is thankful, like if there is ice in the sky this evening
our love is intrinsic
like dust
teething erasure
I felt like there were emotional haircuts to excerpt our truth from
soundless mindlessnessssssssssss
if soft
then lost etherea I see you
wherever I go is another
greennness
purest shoreless saints that we are
honey I’m honey I’m
the best merch
it’s cute that you still haven’t seen what I mean by the fringe of spirals
I want to tressel the air in a grass
is
in grass is
every congratulation in a frame is
treatable with smote
smote lotion; if you just cling to the lines
admitting to you, yeah, probably I compose by the music, bon iver or something
veins of my city
some of us teenage witchery the famous one
moment left I felt like quarantine was
in a separate heartland in a nettle mantle
a mantle of nettles
getting the train to wherever you want to be, queenless assertion say
anything liable of coins
~
I want to thrash around nude on the tennis with you
court a swan
you’re not the problem, I told you
I want to roll naked in the grass etc
and you’re so like, lilac
I hadn’t thought about it tilll now
it’s all I wanna see, see
carnage without care, yea
is it happiness active now ///// illuminate the liable for hours and hours, how beautiful is the fuck
this originary technicity of sleep
is it alchemical to wear these star-shaped glasses
this close to a sunset
wild, fluorescent, less of us listicle
be this dreamlessness
with oil with oil
neuro as ornament
I’ll be your neuro-ornament
if I’m not the problem, I’m the problem
is there a where or why you’d rather be
what colour are lorde’s eyes? my favourite painting is the one where
general wellbeing is almost
shrieking
cut of the shriek
of the shark
is hours I like to say
tangential and the only ones this planetary is Cassius
say anything to me like salt on the cosmic, the air of all other
directors
working from home the negative is only
correct playlist
agate, tinsel, less Cassius
eat city
yes/no/go slower/faster/more/clear all
54321
ghostlessness is the only soft feeling for every cartoon motion
an orbital affair
If only the interruption was intense as the smell of the garlic that first spring I was waking up and I felt myself. And it was this season of falling for you stupidly in lust and I think the human body is so easily susceptible to breathing and to the love that is almost cut of spice and if I had that same youth and if I had eaten my way through the wormholes only it would be the glow light peach upon the side of your face, some sort of discovery, someone now and then in the limelight, someone’s exercise, peach to spice to glory, I felt without glory I felt without the cute scenes of my englishness which was hardly even mine, which was hardly the pringle lace the lace of pringle kissing me by the sea, always by the sea and sea and sea I want to gauge the moment’s turf
I think the human body is as the smell of the garlic mind this time in life in and i liked when they were to the love that is almost without glory I felt without the sea and sea I want to cut of spice and if I side of your face, some sort of discovery, someone now and then not being able to know your yes naked into the sea yes we run straight into the sea was in us as it was hardly the pringle lace the lace the glow light peach upon the gauge the momentum if it’s like and all my blistering well and or sober as I felt I If only the interruption was intense my life I wish it was that first spring I was waking it was this season of falling not eating if it’s like when describing how it felt to strip ours not just this or us youth yes the sea-grey blue in I felt nothing but original sensation could be nailed red to the had that same youth and if in the limelight, someone’s exercise, peach to spice to glory, I felt was hardly even mine, which was for you stupidly in lust and so easily susceptible to breathing and the wormholes only it would be as you take off your clothes of pringle kissing me by the up and I felt myself. I felt myself. And I had eaten my way through cute scenes of my englishness which sea, always by the sea and participatory after eight is lush is feeling glean a sort of release it was in me as it feeling and sea-grey blue in the. Blue in the
wormholes I felt so easily
susceptible to englishness
in me the feeling release
sea-grey in a glean of blue
after cute scenes of myself
I felt I had eaten all peaches
to be so blister
philip glass for the charlatans
I felt wireless
mariaology 