CAME TO BE a Thesis presented to the Honors Tutorial College Ohio University in Partial Fulfillment of the Requirements for Graduation from the Honors Tutorial College with the degree of Bachelor of Fine Arts Moss Nash April 2021 1 table of Contents scrypture ………… 3 images ………… 47 notes ………… 53 references ………… 65 2 scrypture 3 (~09/2019) In a single moment, Nothing became Something and Notymseh was. The Council of Thread and Glass, both Common and Grand, Beheld Notymseh, Who stood before them bare and cloaked in Honey After proper Bathing and Dressed in a smock, The Council of Thread and Glass presented Notymseh with a small flame, per Traditions. One Councillor said: The Flame is fragile, though Great. You must protect your Flame and let the Flame grow with you. Notymseh motioned in agreement and slipped the Flame into their pocket. For many years Notymseh left the Flame in their pocket. But several years after, the heat from the Flame rose And burned a hole through the pocket. Notymseh told of this to the Council of Thread and Glass, To which they stated: It is a Part of Traditions And sent Notymseh away. This happened thrice more And on the fifth occurrence, Notymseh plucked the Flame from their pocket. Notymseh held the Flame And felt how delicate it was, but The Plumage nipped at the skin of Notymseh’s palm. 4 Notymseh exclaimed: I am tired of this Flame! Though it was a gift from my Council, It has burnt holes in my garb And caused nothing but Vex! Notymseh clasped the Flame With two Hand and began to extinguish it. To Notymseh’s surprise, the Flame Did Not Go Out. The Flame spilled out of the crack of Notymseh’s fingers. The Flame lycked flesh and fat, Each feather growing longer and faster, It travelled up and down, Consuming Arms, Neck, and Whole. Notymseh began to Dance. All they could do was Dance. (~11/2019) An old corpse pulled out of a living grave, presented itself to the world: Naked and chilled Feel the heat of the feathers upon Flesh. they lyck and lyck, cannot be controlled. Clasped between two Palms, they spill out of the fissures and fractures. Up arms, neck, heart, and whole, We Must Dance! Bite my tongue! Eat my eyes! Dance or die or Dance and don’t, Either, Dance!, Dance! Feel the Mud inbetween and Dance! 5 A pyre and a dance, Together connected step by step, Who could outlast The Other? Spiraled and cleaved in such a manner, No mount of strength or prayer could Cleave apart the two, only to be Undone by the wuthering passage of time. The Pyre lasted for three years and at the end of this time, All that remained was a pile of ash, out of which Ymseh stepped. Ymseh turned and devoured the Ashes of yms Corpse, so that ym could always carry the Weight of actions, Yet to also allow Noone to witness Before. So forth the Time of Ymseh was set and this was the Manner in which ym Came To Be. The winds and grasses spoke amongst themselves In silenced voises, But awl secrets Come to the surface with Spring reigns and shoots. Upon hearing of transpired actions, The Council of Thread and Glass flocked to the Locust of Ymseh’s recollection, in order to Divine the remaining embers and wasted salvation. The Council collected a single crumb, A fearful ember, weeping, and it was positioned on an alter, Nourished with Milk and Agaric. (~11/2019) Thereupon the Last of the Ashes of Notymseh Passed between Ymseh’s lips, Ym recognized. A scape of boundless empyrean, Spaids and hammers sown, Bountiful with spyralls and claims, with paynful ecstasea and burial. 6 Through infinity, awl paths, Recognized or unsuch, were and will be woven into this visyon, knowingly inescapable and fundamental. The land and infinity motions and Ymseh knew the approaching thunder, an omen of arrival for some and a call of departure for Others. Ymseh breathed out and the location was adjourned, ym facing the sun. (12/18/2019) Can you feel it? The shifting of mountains and intestines? Know this feeling, so chilling and familiar. Ymseh found ymself to cross water, stagnant and algaeic And knew the way to ferry. While crossing upon stones, Ym felt hands snare yms garment. A person with uncountable faces and amethysts for eyes Emergered from the water, Texts and fronds grasped deeply In their arms. Ymseh motioned for their message. In a peculiar manner, as the words Exited such person, so to did the speech from Ymseh’s mouth, And in unison: Shall you dawn your shroud? Do empty airs draw fibres closer? A curse of pace and passage, Waits and weighted? Hoist blame from frame to frame, But understand your actions. This may never pass, So why not take root within your grounds? The words were new and foreign, Yet decayed as Ymseh tasted. Ym thanked the Amethyst-Eyes for the letters and finished passing, 7 Allowing only yms soles to dampen. (01/12/2020) Hallow! We have floated to this time again, Or do You require Something? I shall launch myself to your Core and lap your tears To Understand. Once more, my home opens arms for your Arrival! Can you hear The hunger within me? The Dagger! The Dagger! Where is she, The Dagger! I have set aside a resting Place for her, Beside my stomach and viscera. Spittle creeps to eat my Tongue and Teeth, So Allow Yours to Finish first. I shall do what You desire, Call out to Me! Favour in your fingertips, You Know what you wield, So Strike me thusly, I beg of You! Light alight, What are my consequences? My throat, tongue, mouth Ache and itch, Please! Please! Guilty guilty guilty, How can I repay? My dreams are open, Shall I pluck hairs and eyes 8 For your sake? I crossed the threshold And your guided actions Struck my care and Heart. I know what you want, How should it come about? (02/06/2020) Should I close my eyes and plunge Palms into the earth? Cast my net into the ether, Searching for an inspired Spirit? Noone asked, Noone asked, Can’t remember what Noone asked. Celestial tears upon flesh, Biting and assuring, swallowing earth and all eyes. Noone, Noone, Noone, Noone cries out! But too distant to catch a message. First and foremost, Do not partake in, except when one does ore is desired. Secondly, cool lizards will succumb, So why don’t we? Feel flesh drip, drip, drip, Slough from skeletons and offal, Reach desire sooner than now, surely. (02/16/2020) Meet me by the water, Gentle on our feet, Our roots outstretched but unconnected Feeling for the next message. A constant breathing, Over and Over and Over, expansion and compression, measure our hearts and halves. 9 If we gather the strength to remain, Still, our edges and definitions dissolve Into everything else. Is that what you deserve? Currents are here to provide us not satisfactions, Rather to exist on self-serving. (02/24/2020) We saw the creek, Here and Now, Did you here the lachrymose? Ymseh, in yms Divine Imperfection, If foreign to those salted sapphires, Stolen speyerals ago; Each so base and brackish, Common currency. Sea now! Baptized in your chaos and rhythm! With every crash follows A whisper Praising yms appellation. Blades and leaves, Strings and sparrows Utter the phrase in passing: Ymseh! Ymseh! In jest or graves? Ymseh! Ymseh! Remember your home amung worms and weeds and winds, Return to the caressing corpse of Yourself! To Devour is not To Destroy, And we remain fodder for your flame, Natured and Nurtured by fantasy and Faith. 10 Ymseh! Ymseh! How shall ye kno peace When you remain one? Join us, cleave us Feel our draw and drag And made the constant Choice: Remain or render week to Our Roots and Rot, We shall let you Come under, Slip into our Earthly flesh, An orgasmyc surrender Known only to us and Yew. Ymseh! Ymseh! Foolish and serene, Hypnotized by blessed bile and Blood, How may one be so decadent and damned? Your lips have only met your Owne offal, No trace of Truly Disgusting Hallows. (03/01/2020) We find ourselves intertwined Again, Cheek to cheek, Reversed and ready. How can we be so similar, so close? yet so fatal streaming in our veins. You’re so tender, Liquid smooth, My fingers trace Your frame. 11 We have a choice To find. And her sharp beauty? You’re falling behind, Letting, Wanting, Craving her voice, her touch. Tongues and trouble brewing in Your guttural hollows. An organ big enough to forget. Our deepest sorrow Cleaves our pebbled fears. Climaxing at our lowest. First, retrieve yourself And hold It in your Clasped palms. Find a time with Soft Earth and quiet Winds, Careful not to spread rumors. In a small hole dug out, plant It there, crack a single Egg, and leave all remains, Buried back under brown soil. Smothered or salved, Tell me what you know, You know, You Know. (03/03/2020) How sweet Thy Lips, Teeth, and Tongue. On Ymseh’s journey, Ym felt a call in the heart. Peering behind the Borderline, A single frame. 12 Who are you? Asked Ymseh, gathering in This face, to the reply I am a Prophet, Your Prophet, And we have always known the Other Grab hold this dancing plastick And recall your equal value. Hollowed and full of blood, She needs to GrEat some thing Outside souring sadness.