Younisos

Younisos

Sensory terror

The obvious is atrocious. — Horror is life itself flowing, daylight, breath, warm knives in the sluggish night.

Younisos

Excess and transgression in French version

Out now ! ... Poésie Trash
the new book of Younisos
Flesh and transgression
Extreme carnal experimental poetry in French version.

Available here :
https://www.edilivre.com/poesie-trash-younisos.html  
and on Amazon :
https://www.amazon.com/Poésie-trash-French-Younisos/dp/2414194049 

Carnal flux

hordes
of flayed oxen
glowing in broken sensory flows
—
streams of beheaded redheads
pouring in the gray sluice of my torn skull
—
six hundred cold knives standing up in lunatic sheaves through the fiery dawn
—
flood of tender thighs
milky blindness around morning light
…
and my brains
unctuous atrocious brains
licking the blade of tenderness  

by Younisos

Aisthesis : a painting by Younisos

Cut-up on deep throat in the sky

Cut !
cut it up
silent cum
sidereal throat
cerulean blowjobs
bits of howling melon
viscera on the horizon
wild murderous sausages
cruel schizophrenic rump steak
blind giant bone fucking the moon

Six thighs

 Flesh is silence ... enlightened. Cold pale butt. My fleshy computer stinks, oozing thick bloody lust and shit. Boozing up-skirt the gelatinous is cumming. Sucking the flow ... cushy in my corner, blessed ... Now in scarlet light, I'm singing the strange apparition that Julie and I have lived on southern highway : beheaded redhead, blue eyes ripped by Julie... Milk gushing from throat cut beyond the sweetness of her divine pig. Large knife always yelling. Six young thighs around Zoco Chico.

Scarlet streams

streams of broken ribs 
gutted fruity nymphs
meaty slanting flow
flooding gurgling
sap 

dappled mornings
whining milk
creamy hole of light

nude chestnut moon
quivering rectum

— Bone impaling the frail soft skin
of the present

Anal azure

When a giant blade rises in the sky,
yelling at the sky :
YES ! and fuck you ! sky,

the river of desire
in silence, may vomit
its convulsed scum
its slaughtered melons
young velvety vulvas
and amputated nymphs

and monstrous anal-dildos
dreamed
in
Salò.

—

Quand une lame géante se lève dans le ciel,
criant à tue-ciel :
OUI ! et fuck you ! le ciel !

alors le fleuve du désir
peut, en silence, vomir
son écume convulsée
ses oranges égorgées
ses jeunes vulves
veloutées
ses naïades amputées

et ses coïts anaux
rêvés
à
Salò.

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Extrait de CARNAGE SENSITIF de Younisos

https://www.edilivre.com/carnage-sensitif-younisos.html

Sensory panic

Those who admire Sade and Bataille did not eat any excrement.
—
As for me, I swallow large gulps of cerulean shit 
drinking panic in flesh and solar blades 
my gut on sensorial nerve-breaking table
my skin stretched along a warm vomited afternoon
squeaky cartilage on the scarlet thread
dislocated rush
my erect bony body
on basal tremor
sensory marrow in primal flood.
—
And when I scream (frightening my neighbours)
I disgorge spurts of bright tortured beauty
ejected in mad gushes
on the silence of my stolid walls.
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Carnal experimental poetry

https://younisos.wordpress.com

Younisos published at Bone Orchard Poetry

http://boneorchardpoetry.blogspot.com/2014/06/younisos.html

Bone Orchard Poetry : Younisos

Carnage sensitif

 CARNAGE SENSITIF, the  new book of Younisos 

Prose and poetry

Maybe the bloodiest book written in Tangier since Naked Lunch.

If you read French, here is a wild delirious dionysian book...

 available  on Amazon :

https://www.amazon.com/Carnage-sensitif-French-Younisos/dp/2332741224

Bony madness

a radical blade extends its iced platinum

on sawn skulls —

huge eggs

crimped marrow

mad cartilages

erect bone breaking up heavens

flabbergasted guts

puke their meaty screams

on lymphatic aphonia —

flat ribs

blown gelatin

stillborn green sky

crippled fractal twisted smash

and my frightened glands

fall apart

in ionic cracklings

slicing the synaptic song

of dismembered aesthetics —

cold breast

sidereal gristle

bony phallic killing

slashed immanence

The silence of the thigh

a thigh a thigh as it appears enlightened where the verb disappears into the muteness of the thigh abyss on silence and screams bloom in skin and curves through azure steaks and sliced breasts are quivering sidereal dissolution into bowels chaos of light spouting fury  meaty colour shut up forget about psychoanalysis destroy screens withdraw your eyes from the swarm  of speech be silent  I planted the fork in the thigh and blood spurted three large scarlet drops on pale flesh  three red rivulets that I savoured on the thigh with my tongue in bright flowing delight the pale obscenity of a smooth ass  brightens my intimate atrocity  in my  glowing skull  the light (suffused with crime) strips off  the ultimate meat a thigh a thigh the sensory killing sings in sharp twists and quiet night lying through placid milk

Younisos in the CUT UP Anthology

I'm thrilled  to have a text included in CUT UP!, the amazing anthology edited by Antony Hitchin and Joe Ambrose.
My contribution, "Self Cut-Up in Tangier", is a bloody cut-up on my own texts.

http://www.paraphiliamagazine.com/oneirosbooks/cut-up-2/

http://www.amazon.com/Anthology-Inspired-Cut-Up-William-Burroughs/dp/1291745920

Zoco Chico

Bloody dance sawed scraping bones scarlet singing squirt torn   visceral software lymphatic pirouettes exploded pixels puking pale trickling   light sticky spattered brains dripping on carmine stage in underground slaughterhouse-theater of Zoco Chico.

Younisos

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Flesh up cutting

wide sword applies straightaway to its own fibres dionysian undulation of harpsichord tearing it one by one blood is gurgling on meringue ending in meat-based blooming of delights soft split  leathery beef and blood dripping on my walls my mad delirious cock singing so wave-like on waves of rippling lights in velvety  lightning curves broken up free jazzed massacre I’m strained for my sticking slender subtly air ascending sensory fullness of scarlet woman on any length all death wanders around Mary deadly morning  sings his boring chaconne in the folds of  viscera torturing the warmth of the womb turning into petrified clots calling for self-killing in azure birds make holes silver stream capsized guts to lap divine redhead buttocks bloom perched such a plump fleshy fruit exquisite ecstasy mingling rage fluent falling frosted lymph howling roundness  shredded verticality falls  wiggling under the red rain in September  my fever is my desire to burst steaks quiver in swirling jets these thighs are flowing runoff melon rippling outspread sip pulp pork delicacies — blade of silence crunchy cartilage  — cut delight

Younisos

Silence in Interzone

Dazed I descend

the slope that ends

in drowsy mazes

of Interzone.

Open to quivering cracks,

to the slumbering filth

in half-light,

I slip in the stench of alleys,

and I penetrate languid dead ends,

when suddenly emerges

a young bewildered,

lips trembling,

hungry look.

— Come on ! she screeches,

I'm torn !

torn ...

Lifting up her dress

she shows me the paleness

of her thigh,

and she shuts up.

And I faint

in carnal silence.

The silence

of her thigh.

Interzone 3001

Hanging on the solar hook

of blind limpid sky,

a huge flayed ox

is crying

his thick

scarlet

tears.

Eleven bikini nymphs

wiggle

under the red rain

in September.

Dionysus snatches his heart

and throws it to the Maenads of the Web.

A juicy redhead

shits her milk

on the slaughterhouses

of

Interzone

in 3001.

The ax of Aesthetics

falls down on a nightclub

full of round  skinned thighs ...

— In my bed,

a huge flayed ox

is lying,

crushing  the tender breasts

of my slashed milky girl.

Aesthetics of carnage

-
My belly is a voracious beast, eager to tremors ;
it pukes strings of atrocities
gulps of tremulous terror
and sensual anxiety
without any purpose —

just for the killing joy 
for the sensorial massacre
and the terebrant chant
— and the scarlet hole
in the skull
of the present.
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Sweet sweet massacres

Blood
lights up in azure.

Earth cries her paranoid sap.

Poetry is slicing the thighs of tenderness.

Creamy naiads
refresh
the fluffy hole of anal roar.

Thus,
my phallic skull
is singing
the sensorial immanence
of
sweet milky massacres
and
burning streams of silence.

Mary's liver

The liver of Mary
sways and hums
at noon under the sun.

The blood of Mary
in streaks along the sky
intones his ripped aria
and
his scarlet dithyramb.

— Glory to Dionysus !

Cut-up alley

guts torn along alleys darkened by howler assassins warm heart snatched gray wall agony sawn neck dazed blade rusty dull my entrails on the table sheared light drilled multiple vertical crack slow impalement walking through the cut-throat street broken ribs hoping for some headless glow cracking the cartilage of the spear yelling loud twirling blinding furious cock singing upcoming murders licking sweet thighs killer Bone gleaming biting hilarious rump steak blood mixed with fresh brains spattered on Mary's cleavage the artist is not an ego she went home licking her own tits  that's my skull  “the-flow-flows” could coincide with : SILENCE

Lethal light

A bloody jelly

pours from dilated synapses

of chubby dreams

with strawberry

and busty bright cream

and clear screams —

and shrill slices of light

and pale eruptions   

of round deadly tits.

Younisos

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Interectalezone

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Tanger / Salò / Interzone

Hadès azuré !

Le bleu chante tout méchant, et chie des flopées de rouquines au cul ultrafin, ossodomisées trop profond, loin par-delà le rectum, jusqu’au cæcum enchanté chantonnant.

Les tapineuses, au Zoco Chico, se font rares. Et les vicelards  d’outre-mer trop courtois, désormais sont discrets. —  L’azur seul continue de gicler parfaitement abject et grossier, jutant sur la place tout son fiel mordoré, nimbé de nappes vaporeuses irisées de foutre éthéré et de lymphe translucide perçue uniquement par l’Os au gland tranchant à résonances sensorielles fluidifiées.

Tanger / Salò / Interzone

Par où les data sensitives se font-elles enculer ?

Extrait de CARNAGE SENSITIF de Younisos

https://www.edilivre.com/carnage-sensitif-younisos.html

Younisos

Le flux flue

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Lumières Sanglantes

Ma tête enfle et éclate le sang gicle et ruisselle — ma sève s’épand par les trous du réel.

Parmi les cerises meringuées je vois d’amples hanches crémeuses, et une langue de porc — sur le lit blanc gît une tête de mort. Au cœur de la nuit molle et vaporeuse je vois des fesses hautes et laiteuses, et le sperme lunaire en giclées nébuleuses.

La lune enfle et éclate le lait fuse et ruisselle, ma rage se dilate en strip-tease du réel. 
 

Extrait de Carnage sensitif

https://www.edilivre.com/carnage-sensitif-younisos.html