empty space/white noise

I am putting makeup on empty space 
all patinas convening on empty space 
rouge blushing on empty space 
I am putting makeup on empty space 
pasting eyelashes on empty space 
painting the eyebrows of empty space 
piling creams on empty space 
painting the phenomenal world 
I am hanging ornaments on empty space 
gold clips, lacquer combs, plastic hairpins on empty space 
I am sticking wire pins into empty space 
I pour words over empty space, enthrall the empty space 
packing, stuffing jamming empty space 
spinning necklaces around empty space 
Fancy this, imagine this: painting the phenomenal world 
bangles on wrists 
pendants hung on empty space 
I am putting my memory into empty space 
undressing you 
hanging the wrinkled clothes on a nail 
hanging the green coat on a nail 
dancing in the evening it ended with dancing in the evening 
I am still thinking about putting makeup on empty space 
I want to scare you: the hanging night, the drifting night, 
the moaning night, daughter of troubled sleep I want to scare you 
you 
I bind as far as cold day goes 
I bind the power of 20 husky men 
I bind the seductive colorful women, all of them 
I bind the massive rock 
I bind the hanging night, the drifting night, the 
moaning night, daughter of troubled sleep 
I am binding my debts, I magnetize the phone bill 
bind the root of my pointed tongue 
I cup my hands in water, splash water on empty space 
water drunk by empty space 
Look what thoughts will do   Look what words will do 
from nothing to the face 
from nothing to the root of the tongue 
from nothing to speaking of empty space 
I bind the ash tree 
I bind the yew 
I bind the willow 
I bind uranium 
I bind the uneconomical unrenewable energy of uranium 
dash uranium to empty space 
I bind the color red I seduce the color red to empty space 
I put the sunset in empty space 
I take the blue of his eyes and make an offering to empty space 
renewable blue 
I take the green of everything coming to life, it grows & 
climbs into empty space 
I put the white of the snow at the foot of empty space 
I clasp the yellow of the cat's eyes sitting in the 
black space I clasp them to my heart, empty space 
I want the brown of this floor to rise up into empty space 
Take the floor apart to find the brown, 
bind it up again under spell of empty space 
I want to take this old wall apart I am rich in my mind thinking 
of this, I am thinking of putting makeup on empty space 
Everything crumbles around empty space 
the thin dry weed crumbles, the milkweed is blown into empty space 
I bind the stars reflected in your eye 
from nothing to these typing fingers 
from nothing to the legs of the elk 
from nothing to the neck of the deer 
from nothing to porcelain teeth 
from nothing to the fine stand of pine in the forest 
I kept it going when I put the water on 
when I let the water run 
sweeping together in empty space 
There is a better way to say empty space 
Turn yourself inside out and you might disappear 
you have a new definition in empty space 
What I like about impermanence is the clash 
of my big body with empty space 
I am putting the floor back together again 
I am rebuilding the wall 
I am slapping mortar on bricks 
I am fastening the machine together with delicate wire 
There is no eternal thread, maybe there is thread of pure gold 
I am starting to sing inside about the empty space 
there is some new detail every time 
I am taping the picture I love so well on the wall: 
moonless black night beyond country-plaid curtains 
everything illuminated out of empty space 
I hang the black linen dress on my body 
the hanging night, the drifting night, the moaning night 
daughter of troubled sleep 
This occurs to me 
I hang up a mirror to catch stars, everything occurs to me out in the 
night in my skull of empty space 
I go outside in starry ice 
I build up the house again in memory of empty space 
This occurs to me about empty space 
that it is nevered to be mentioned again 
Fancy this 
imagine this 
painting the phenomenal world 
there's talk of dressing the body with strange adornments 
to remind you of a vow to empty space 
there's talk of the discourse in your mind like a silkworm 
I wish to venture into a not-chiseled place 
I pour sand on the ground 
Objects and vehicles emerge from the fog 
the canyon is dangerous tonight 
suddenly there are warning lights 
The patrol is helpful in the manner of guiding 
there is talk of slowing down 
there is talk of a feminine deity 
I bind her with a briar 
I bind with the tooth of a tiger 
I bind with my quartz crystal 
I magnetize the worlds 
I cover myself with jewels 
I drink amrita 
there is some new detail 
there is a spangle on her shoe 
there is a stud on her boot 
the tires are studded for the difficult climb 
I put my hands to my face 
I am putting makeup on empty space 
I wanted to scare you with the night that scared me 
the drifting night, the moaning night 
Someone was always intruding to make you forget empty space 
you put it all on 
you paint your nails 
you put on scarves 
all the time adorning empty space 
Whatever-your-name-is I tell you “empty space” 
with your fictions with dancing come around to it 
with your funny way of singing come around to it 
with your smiling come to it 
with your enormous retinue & accumulation come around to it 
with your extras come round to it 
with your good fortune, with your lazy fortune come round to it 
when you look most like a bird, that is the time to come around to it 
when you are cheating, come to it 
when you are in your anguished head 
when you are not sensible 
when you are insisting on the 
praise from many tongues 
It begins with the root of the tongue 
it begins with the root of the heart 
there is a spinal cord of wind 
singing & moaning in empty space 
Anne Waldman, "Makeup on Empty Space" (1983)

i didn't know where to cut this one for just an excerpt. it's all one mass, snowballing into the next.

...For “All I Need,” Mr. Greenwood said, he wanted to recapture the white noise generated by a band playing loudly in a room, when “all this chaos kicks up.”