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Emmalea Russo

ZORNS LEMMA

In the beginning
imageless
 
It was unseasonably warm
I felt alarmingly well

The light ripped
two marshmallow snowballs

Fell like lightning Satan 
an angel at the beginning
 
Imageless
beginning in the unseasonably warm

Well alarmingly I felt
ripped light 

Calorie dance
this year is getting zipped

Zodiac’s majestic office
of sanitation

 
 

ZORNS LEMMA

Keep keying the backward ocean.
Famous edge
Planet
Harbor
Burn it.

Keep keying the forward ocean.
Vanilla
Wash
Yolk
Burn it.

Keep keying the open ocean.
King
Lark
Mannequin
Burn it.

Keep keying the sparkling ocean.
Canvas
Defiance
Egg
Deliver us to night
Velour and sin.

 
 

ZORNS LEMMA

We hear only the sound
of what moves us through it,
tempest and sea. A field 
on carnival repeat. Instant
onyx heat. Find something
to weld. Simple soul. Pink
fringe, ocean catalog. Else
where, heavenly helix. The red
lipstick on afterimage wall. Matte
emergency. Patch of blue drug.
Lucifer, a specific color field 
from here, far-near, pink ocean
goes fast and spills and spills 
and becomes a wheel.

 
 

ZORNS LEMMA

The raw meat revolving
is also light. No mediator
 
and more camera. A chamber 
for finding divine decay. Shutter, 

flicker, frame. Shutter, flicker, frame. 
The meat spins. We are reaching together 

the end like at the festival when I passed
over a madness, dirt-drugged light as

meat spun sun.

NOISEFILM
PINKFILM
JUNKFILM
PHLEGMFILM 
GLORIAFILM
APORIAFILM

 
 

Zorns Lemma (Hollis Frampton, 1970)

 
 

ZORNS LEMMA

I can’t believe this is happening.
A face split in half. One side speaking

the other side speaking differently. This
is autobiography. Hands peel oranges, cut cookies,

get run over by water. Single tree in bright white snow.
Stripe of ocean light. Come quick! I can’t believe

this is happening. Released suddenly from 
burden of counting. Matter cannot be emptied

of form. But light. But light. But light. Day spreads.
I’m still in bed. Light writes this text.

 
 

ROBERT GROSSETESTE’S MEDIEVAL THEORY OF LIGHT

13th cen. experimentum
some matter is opaquer than
other matter mysterium
tremendum i miss your
light passes through
accordingly coupling
with matter i miss you
tremendously while some
matter is opaquer than other
you are the opaquest yet
at the beginning was a light
form without matter maybe
some matter is opaquer than
other matter mysterium tremendum
i miss you 13th century 21st century
tremendously

The light is leaking.

You show me the eye
at the center of which
light twitches as your
hand moves out of frame
sliver of ornament
hardwood insect burnt leaf
excrement eternity of glass
fleck and scratched screen.

The light is leaking.

Sudden lover in clear vision
of absence. Dirt, again, deranged
highway falling fast out of frame.
See what I mean? Planer still
are I MISS YOU those words. Near-
far becomes neither-nor. Streaming
device I cannot see. Dog drenched
a sun liquider. Animal star. But still

The light is leaking.

Celestial hierarchy reads us ancient
account of invisible creatures. In the dark
room and in the recorder. In the mylar
strip and in the antechamber. In the pupil
and in the ovum. In the frame and suddenly
again gone. Hand to wrist to mylar strip. Burnt
plastic. I am trying to reach you. Eternity is an
eye out of frame. It means everything put
to music, synthesized to tea. There is a place
farther from here. First person mirror shot. Simplest
soul yet. Intoxicant and shit. This frame and maybe
though probably not the next frame the next frame where

The light is leaking.


 
 

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EMMALEA RUSSO lives at the Jersey shore and edits Asphalte Magazine. Currently, she’s working on a series of projects on film and medieval mysticism. Her website is https://emmalearusso.com/.

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