Pearl Button
from trembling underfoot
Pearl Button is a writer, photographer and artist based in West-coast Canada. She has a long history with Western Magical Practices including alchemy, tarot and dream work. Her strong preference for secularism has influenced her understanding of these esoteric studies. She makes much of her art, whether image or word, based on the cognitive dissonance this creates.
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from trembling underfoot
PROGNOSTICATORS’ CIRCUS —vernaculars: semi-ephemeral handshake patterns emergent upon the chemical world— she|he snuck under the canvas wall; circus pinned emerald hung on the edge of the bounding plain reality seemed a vertiginous map ratcheted up banks of wooden pews audiences tense topological display of social rectitude choked fingers in fist’s clinch, seeds untwittered along still branches Durga’s children seek amongst tulle banners, plumed horses, tumblers and high-wire prancers big-top pronouncements that loud man in a top hatwhy, what for to know where the next foot will fallGiantess of all circular things, radii reined saddled pi & rode sublunary spires grazed subsequent, carnal intersections absurdity in the absence of god: born face to face with the irrationalmore practically, how to avoid crushing certainty death*** oh to know sidereal tracks foreseen, sideshow timetables, signs marked pundits of future promise in swallow coats and gossamer dresses and yet chromatic entrails veer light-wise, wary of suitors noise protocols still deal with arbitrary data the obligate chase message patterns where tokens wink hello before handshake pattern engageschaos, that bed which charters ocean’s finest waveschemical machines entreat eternal containment the eye, the ear, nose, skin’s trembling under touch autonomous maps Fibonacci & leaflets conspire non-empty pre-messages unbox their act circus, place for answers, gather, grieve incoherence, death’s sway with fear she|he & rowan tree listen top hat offers assembled wisdom*** she|he: skeletal, upright, exactshe|he: bronze castanets, liquid triangles kettle drums collidingshe|he: dark fish with a golden head localized & linguistic, order in entropy’s heated seaeach living entity a conservatory of small logics trembling palimpsest contingent functional in the centre ring, under canvas, gaudy darkness, limbs gently undulate lineages of how-tos unwind for audience minds outside the doors, chasms float upon the riparian-ridden plain supple veridian stems impregnate horizontal winds in those shallow doorways to here, ambulatory boundaries, perverse realitiesrocks, burnt sienna clouds, crimson meridians thwart any plea that might be made against aneroid nauseaoh to be an accurate prognosticator, earn a place under the top hat but each impresario stumbles, crumbles under death proves not to have known nevertheless, popcorn under seats audience and the cerulean dream billowed silk, lips as small as currants, words pursedesignate some form of lyric answer...and for we others, sighs & other pallid longings*** she|hecitizen of the Giant’s succulent umber pain’s directive, a respective locality, emotion’s material efficacysmall indigo flares of roasting peanuts presto, cartographic circles amongst the endless prognosticators facing down the rampant the seatedrowan tree and its seeds in the tent’s doorway watching white horses, their tails promethean feathers hover & broodto know the audience seated in terror panting to know here can be pinned such yearning tumbling in small globes, diviners seek cadastral allegiance amongst heated dreams of loyalty promised safety from the dancing from feet of enormouspoTentiAlsupplicants to the big-top ticket-takers & concessionairespigeons roost*** roost over the torpid cassandric lovers apollonian honour guards vagary of the nightmare the fat lady blows the unicorn’s abandoned horn Mercator coordinates pinion feathers, waves shift signify, lightness of being, wayward elucidation to the ear the world maps, tone’s angular momentum dark burrows of directionality those thorny, noisome places beetles seen between fingers covering faces a blind creatrix blazing sequins & skin to know which way the foot will fall dancers scudding through rings of fire banished magicians covenant poppies golden raven wings aflame with laughter all through the beating air voices incessantly disappear interstices of belonging vacancy & vibrancythe circus blanketed with ideoloGical comforthuddles of audience perch, senses pregnant, pulse & outside the Giantess still dancing*** we small chemical machines born of iTtambourines rolling drunkenly signage on the move, breezes spicy and ranting cymbals rouged cheeks crashingon its way out the door she|he took the centre mic and uttered beauty of the unmade incantations toward an impossible familiarity *** re-entrance to the tumult floss on the empty breath of late afternoonit is enoughto trust eaR and the many other crests that kiss in the wind darting chimera she|he joins rowan tree in the stony world, tumultuous comfort we, argent & immense hand open for contact
Pearl Button is a writer, photographer and artist based in West-coast Canada. She has a long history with Western Magical Practices including alchemy, tarot and dream work. Her strong preference for secularism has influenced her understanding of these esoteric studies. She makes much of her art, whether image or word, based on the cognitive dissonance this creates.
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