Wednesday, May 07, 2014

hicucu, jim leftwich

hey buddy
hop hop hop

A Hicucu has three lines. Each line has three syllables.
Each syllable has an unspecified number of mutagens, or

Hicucu, ancient Gaia sex-monster teeth-dance-ritual
celebration of springdeath wherein we eat our shadows
and drink their bloodless blood. Low Theory meets
Frenetic Romanticism in an alley behind the shuttered
churchbrothel. Anything goes, but not much of it,
within very tight constraints. This/It is A Post-Asemic
poetics of Pagan Anarchism. It is Less Than Useless,
No Doubt destined for the Trashpo Bins of History (don't
fuck with history).

jim leftwich