Portrait of Jhon Balance as talisman against suicide

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I'm casting you out (after J. Balance)

COIL ARE MY FAVORITE

Bad at Sports asked me to write an Off-Topic post for their blog.  I decided to write about Coil.  To see the post, go here.  Thanks to the Bad at Sports crew for inviting me.

We'll cut across the crop circles

9 Days

Aspiring initiate as Jhon Balance as young magus drunk on Kvasir's blood

Apollo in the Morning, Dionysus at Night

Last night's fever visions (fever from friction of focusing in distraction-zone of World's End):

1. Children of Mictlantecuhtli: 5-8 naked guys, sitting "indian style" or legs splayed in fallen Vs while leaning back on their hands, or simply on their knees. They sit in circle around smiling God of Death.  The latter paws the air with clawed hands - as if storytelling? about to reach down and scoop up a boy to eat? Nighttime woods, but each boy lit as if by Mictlantecuhtli-as-Black-Sun. Or perhaps each lit from within: sick lemon light, phosphorescent ectoplasm, cat eyes in the dark ...

2. Kouros-in-ruins as Orpheus-torn-limb-from-limb. Holy Mountain animals circle, crying, drooling: wolves, lambs, lions, oxes ...  "Dust shall be the serpent's food ..."

3. Language as malevolent vegetation unfurling from mouth of Kouros/Jhon Balance/myself.  "A green light filled the room and burned through the boy's flesh--Suddenly he sat up talking in Mayan--The words curled out his mouth and hung visible in the air like vine tendrils--I felt a strange vertigo which I recognized as the motion sickness of time travel--" (WSBII, The Soft Machine)

Ghost Vomit

The name of this blog is borrowed from a favorite song of mine called "Heartworms" by the late and beloved Coil. Over a lurching, churning pattern of electronic noises, Jhon Balance chants, Magus-like, "There's too much blood in my alcohol," and then further on, after moaning about demons entering in through his ears: "Ghosts vomit over me." More on Coil: www.thresholdhouse.com

I intend this as an experiment, a hybrid journal, sketchbook, and archive. Experiences, enthusiasms, and exorcisms are game. How do myriad threads of thought combine into a full-throttle idea? I might tear this down. I don't know what its supposed to do. I don't know if it will violate tacit protocol (of discretion? maintenance of illusions?) - and, if that were the case, would that constitute a reason itself?