Because he is too tender to post.
His feet. He lacks the rock or bronze
required for signs. It is also his
quick blood, or no. He brings too
much in his briefcase. Every time
the ground shakes, his asshole puckers.
A man is too shy to question his own
bones, and too timid to stand alone
forever. His is a world of chunky
moments -- time is all glued together.
He cannot turn one page at a time,
cannot take one bite at a time.
Stillness eludes him, replaced instead
by an encyclopedia of tits and ass.
He never closes his eyes -- the sun
holds him prisoner -- leads him by
the balls to the end. A man is not
a landmark, because he is a clown,
slowly decapitating himself with his own dick.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Saturday, November 14, 2009
All in one heap!
"One can safely say that we all live together in a literal heap, all of us, different as we are from one another on account of numberless and profound modifications which have arisen in the course of time. All in one heap! We are drawn to each other and nothing can prevent us from satisfying that communal impulse; all our laws and institutions, the few that I still know and the many that I have forgotten, go back to this longing for the greatest bliss we are capable of, the warm comfort of being together." -- from Franz Kafka's "Investigations of a Dog"
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Articulating the Popular Rage: A Comparison of Sidney Lumet's Network and NBC's 30 Rock
Sidney Lumet's 1976 film Network and the television show 30 Rock offer very different satirical portrayals of network television and their multi-national parent corporations. The most obvious (and perhaps most important) difference between the two pieces is that while Network exists in a world amongst the NBCs and the ABCs, it depicts a fictional network and parent corporation. Conversely, 30 Rock seeks to satirize its own network, NBC, and its parent company, General Electric. And, while both are satires, they operate in very different ways.
One would assume that any satire would seem to have the same goal – to seek improvement of something by way of bombastic or sarcastic portrayal. This is very clear in Network, where the news is taken over by the programming department to be “crafted,” and an ambitious young executive played by Faye Dunaway says to a group of radicals, “I'm offering you an hour of prime time television every week into which you can stick whatever propaganda you want” (Network). Her idea for this new show, the “Mao Tse-Tung Hour,” is to have it “open with an authentic act of political terrorism” each week (Network). Though Network sought to make a statement about the conditions in which the media and large corporations were operating, the film
The jokes and sarcasm in Network are not aimed at the viewer, but rather the giant corporations that manipulate the direction of public thought and public discourse. The film's message is clear; it is imperative that we, as a society, must hold media conglomerates accountable for their content and constantly question the motives behind the material they put in front of viewers.
In the film, the catalyst for all the changes at UBS (the fictional network) is anchorman Howard Beale, a man at the end of his career and faced with dismissal from his job. After he finds out he is being replaced, he goes on the air to claim that he will commit suicide live during his last broadcast. This sparks an outrage from the executives, but he is eventually able to convince his longtime friend to let him go on one last time to apologize to their viewers. Instead, Beale delivers a rant declaring that “life is bullshit.” The rant boosts the networks ratings, and Beale is granted his own show as a “mad prophet” to “articulate the popular rage” – something the network only grants due to the potential advertising revenue his show might create (Network).
Howard Beale's most poignant speech is made during the first time we see him on his new show. He's ranting about what it means for a large conglomerate to own a media company; he says
While the movie Network tackles the idea of multinational conglomerates owning media outlets head on and with vigor, 30 Rock is not so confrontational. 30 Rock depicts NBC and GE as innocuous, bumbling giants aiming to make people laugh and sell pocket microwaves, respectively.
“I'm the new Vice President of East Coast Television and Microwave Oven Programming,” the fictional Jack Donaghy (Alec Baldwin) declares in the first few minutes of 30 Rock's pilot episode, a declaration that diminishes the idea of GE/NBC's executive leadership to a laughable level – to something a mass audience easily recognizes as a joke. In reality, GE is a dominant corporation that likely does not afford laughable titles to its executives. With assets near $800 billion, Forbes recently named GE the world's largest company (“The Global 2000”). When a comedy show that airs on a network owned by the world's largest corporation portrays its enormous parent company as an entity with silly aims like creating pocket microwaves, one is compelled to ask “is this responsible?” General Electric is a company that “builds new nuclear plants, fixes broken ones and makes old ones generate more power.” (Fahey). GE is also responsible for polluting the Hudson River with persistent organic pollutants, and then flatly refusing to clean up after themselves (Sullivan). So how is 30 Rock's portrayal of these giant corporations not propaganda? How can we see it as not just another means of mitigating flak from the public? It would seem that 30 Rock is a show borne out of corporations' “growing resentment of media criticism” that uses pseudo-criticism in order to placate the masses (Herman and Chomsky 276).
In Network, there is nothing at stake. The UBS network is not real, and the conglomerate that owns it is not real. The movie acts as a social commentary and a cautionary tale, but in a way that has no real-world implications on any real company or real people. The executives in Network
30 Rock's executives are caricatures. They offer the viewer a quick giggle, and that is all. They offer no real insight into the inner workings of General Electric or NBC; they act as a facade – a satirical cushion against the perceptions of the public – for NBC's viewers and GE's customers. 30 Rock's chaos effectively manufactures cognitive dissonance in its audience; the viewers are blinded by the jokes and cajoled into accepting 30 Rock's version of NBC and GE. This does not mean that the viewer is necessarily tricked into equating the fictional with the real, but perhaps coerced into accepting the on-screen simulacrum as merely the benign public-facing extension of NBC and GE.
It is tempting to accuse NBC and GE of some kind of corporate “trick,” but it would be unfair to leave the audience's complicity in this “trick” unacknowledged. Why are viewers so eager to see corporate manipulation as entertainment? Is it possible that we prefer viewing a fictionalized version of corporate control than actually acknowledging an enormous corporation's actual existence and true influence?
It seems that media consumers often view television without the proper amount of skepticism. It's easy to be entertained, but it's important to look at the costs of this entertainment, and not necessarily just in terms of economics. How does something like a multinational corporation's usurpation of parody in its own comedy show affect society? How is it that we not only put up with having our eyes constantly veiled, but actually pay for it? Well, in the words of Howard Beale, “I'm as mad as hell and I'm not going to take this anymore.”
***
Works Cited
Boyer, Jay. Sidney Lumet. New York: Twayne, 1993.
Chomsky, Noam, and Edward Herman. "A Propaganda Model." Media and Cultural Studies Keyworks. Malden, MA: Blackwell, 2006. 257-94.
Fahey, Jonathan. "GE Enriches Its Nukes Business." Forbes Magazine. 29 Oct. 2009. Web. 4 Nov. 2009..
Network. Dir. Sidney Lumet. Perf. Fay Dunaway, William Holden, and Peter Finch. Warner Home Video, 1976. Netflix. Web. 1 Nov. 2009.
Sullivan, Ned, and Rich Schiafo. "Talking Green, Acting Dirty." New York Times 12 June 2005. Web. 2 Nov. 2009..
"The Global 2000 - Forbes.com." Forbes.com - Business News, Financial News, Stock Market Analysis, Technology & Global Headline News. Web. 3 Nov. 2009..
One would assume that any satire would seem to have the same goal – to seek improvement of something by way of bombastic or sarcastic portrayal. This is very clear in Network, where the news is taken over by the programming department to be “crafted,” and an ambitious young executive played by Faye Dunaway says to a group of radicals, “I'm offering you an hour of prime time television every week into which you can stick whatever propaganda you want” (Network). Her idea for this new show, the “Mao Tse-Tung Hour,” is to have it “open with an authentic act of political terrorism” each week (Network). Though Network sought to make a statement about the conditions in which the media and large corporations were operating, the film
was not going to simply be a diatribe against television as a cultural wasteland...television reflected modern American life; when you satirized television, you satirized this country. (Boyer 70)
The jokes and sarcasm in Network are not aimed at the viewer, but rather the giant corporations that manipulate the direction of public thought and public discourse. The film's message is clear; it is imperative that we, as a society, must hold media conglomerates accountable for their content and constantly question the motives behind the material they put in front of viewers.
In the film, the catalyst for all the changes at UBS (the fictional network) is anchorman Howard Beale, a man at the end of his career and faced with dismissal from his job. After he finds out he is being replaced, he goes on the air to claim that he will commit suicide live during his last broadcast. This sparks an outrage from the executives, but he is eventually able to convince his longtime friend to let him go on one last time to apologize to their viewers. Instead, Beale delivers a rant declaring that “life is bullshit.” The rant boosts the networks ratings, and Beale is granted his own show as a “mad prophet” to “articulate the popular rage” – something the network only grants due to the potential advertising revenue his show might create (Network).
Howard Beale's most poignant speech is made during the first time we see him on his new show. He's ranting about what it means for a large conglomerate to own a media company; he says
… when the 12th largest company in the world controls the most awesome goddamn propaganda force in the whole godless world, who knows what shit will be peddled for truth on this network. (Network)
While the movie Network tackles the idea of multinational conglomerates owning media outlets head on and with vigor, 30 Rock is not so confrontational. 30 Rock depicts NBC and GE as innocuous, bumbling giants aiming to make people laugh and sell pocket microwaves, respectively.
“I'm the new Vice President of East Coast Television and Microwave Oven Programming,” the fictional Jack Donaghy (Alec Baldwin) declares in the first few minutes of 30 Rock's pilot episode, a declaration that diminishes the idea of GE/NBC's executive leadership to a laughable level – to something a mass audience easily recognizes as a joke. In reality, GE is a dominant corporation that likely does not afford laughable titles to its executives. With assets near $800 billion, Forbes recently named GE the world's largest company (“The Global 2000”). When a comedy show that airs on a network owned by the world's largest corporation portrays its enormous parent company as an entity with silly aims like creating pocket microwaves, one is compelled to ask “is this responsible?” General Electric is a company that “builds new nuclear plants, fixes broken ones and makes old ones generate more power.” (Fahey). GE is also responsible for polluting the Hudson River with persistent organic pollutants, and then flatly refusing to clean up after themselves (Sullivan). So how is 30 Rock's portrayal of these giant corporations not propaganda? How can we see it as not just another means of mitigating flak from the public? It would seem that 30 Rock is a show borne out of corporations' “growing resentment of media criticism” that uses pseudo-criticism in order to placate the masses (Herman and Chomsky 276).
In Network, there is nothing at stake. The UBS network is not real, and the conglomerate that owns it is not real. The movie acts as a social commentary and a cautionary tale, but in a way that has no real-world implications on any real company or real people. The executives in Network
...are indifferent to suffering; they can feel pleasure but not joy, lust but not passion. They live by no code of ethics, no driving motive beyond personal interest. They have lost all sense of right and wrong, of true and false. (Boyer 72)
30 Rock's executives are caricatures. They offer the viewer a quick giggle, and that is all. They offer no real insight into the inner workings of General Electric or NBC; they act as a facade – a satirical cushion against the perceptions of the public – for NBC's viewers and GE's customers. 30 Rock's chaos effectively manufactures cognitive dissonance in its audience; the viewers are blinded by the jokes and cajoled into accepting 30 Rock's version of NBC and GE. This does not mean that the viewer is necessarily tricked into equating the fictional with the real, but perhaps coerced into accepting the on-screen simulacrum as merely the benign public-facing extension of NBC and GE.
It is tempting to accuse NBC and GE of some kind of corporate “trick,” but it would be unfair to leave the audience's complicity in this “trick” unacknowledged. Why are viewers so eager to see corporate manipulation as entertainment? Is it possible that we prefer viewing a fictionalized version of corporate control than actually acknowledging an enormous corporation's actual existence and true influence?
It seems that media consumers often view television without the proper amount of skepticism. It's easy to be entertained, but it's important to look at the costs of this entertainment, and not necessarily just in terms of economics. How does something like a multinational corporation's usurpation of parody in its own comedy show affect society? How is it that we not only put up with having our eyes constantly veiled, but actually pay for it? Well, in the words of Howard Beale, “I'm as mad as hell and I'm not going to take this anymore.”
***
Works Cited
Boyer, Jay. Sidney Lumet. New York: Twayne, 1993.
Chomsky, Noam, and Edward Herman. "A Propaganda Model." Media and Cultural Studies Keyworks. Malden, MA: Blackwell, 2006. 257-94.
Fahey, Jonathan. "GE Enriches Its Nukes Business." Forbes Magazine. 29 Oct. 2009. Web. 4 Nov. 2009.
Network. Dir. Sidney Lumet. Perf. Fay Dunaway, William Holden, and Peter Finch. Warner Home Video, 1976. Netflix. Web. 1 Nov. 2009.
Sullivan, Ned, and Rich Schiafo. "Talking Green, Acting Dirty." New York Times 12 June 2005. Web. 2 Nov. 2009.
"The Global 2000 - Forbes.com." Forbes.com - Business News, Financial News, Stock Market Analysis, Technology & Global Headline News. Web. 3 Nov. 2009.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
"The attempt to link sacrifice to a nonexistent deity brings to mind Paul Valéry's description of poetry as a purely solipsistic activity practiced by the more able solely out of love for art, while the less able persist in the belief that they are actually communicating with someone!" -- René Girard in Violence and the Sacred
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Hey, Paul Zukofsky!
Instead of putting out stupid notices, maybe you should try to get some of your dad's poems back into print!
Have you ever heard of royalties?
No? Okay, well you should ask your lawyer how that works.
No, no, poets are not usually known for their fat pockets.
No, your dad was not Lil Wayne.
It is unlikely that your current position will cause you to be popping mad Cris.
No, but you might be able to have some walking around money.
Maybe you could even get some big boy money!
I'd sure love to buy a copy of your dad's book "A", but it's, like, impossible to find, yo!
Please rethink your position, dude.
-Bryan Coffelt
Have you ever heard of royalties?
No? Okay, well you should ask your lawyer how that works.
No, no, poets are not usually known for their fat pockets.
No, your dad was not Lil Wayne.
It is unlikely that your current position will cause you to be popping mad Cris.
No, but you might be able to have some walking around money.
Maybe you could even get some big boy money!
I'd sure love to buy a copy of your dad's book "A", but it's, like, impossible to find, yo!
Please rethink your position, dude.
-Bryan Coffelt
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Selection From "The Longest Poem In The World"
im bored and hot :(
and I guess not
Made it through gym without dying! Gonna shower and go back to bed.
total skipped english and now im watching grey's anatomy instead
So get out your seat and jump around!
Love . . . and coffee make the world go round.
I think I shall have a bowl of cereal and then get ready to leave.
Get yourself on the feeling good frequency, and you will receive.
Count down for the wedding nails and tanning today
I'm sick :( And bored... :( And.. have nothing else to say.. :P
and the winner is Lou Diamond Philips
And these are for the groceries ms billups....
leaving the vineyard today. time to pack up - and hit the road.
Time to get some coffee and settle down to my english load :/
have to stop masturbating and begin reading the savage detectives.
I am intelligent and can see from so many perspectives.
me and my wrist are officially on a knitting vacation
God blesses those who patiently endure testing and temptation....
Have now been told that Im looking skinny and slimmed down
last day before fall break and jaclyn comes into town!!!!
***
http://www.longestpoemintheworld.com/
and I guess not
Made it through gym without dying! Gonna shower and go back to bed.
total skipped english and now im watching grey's anatomy instead
So get out your seat and jump around!
Love . . . and coffee make the world go round.
I think I shall have a bowl of cereal and then get ready to leave.
Get yourself on the feeling good frequency, and you will receive.
Count down for the wedding nails and tanning today
I'm sick :( And bored... :( And.. have nothing else to say.. :P
and the winner is Lou Diamond Philips
And these are for the groceries ms billups....
leaving the vineyard today. time to pack up - and hit the road.
Time to get some coffee and settle down to my english load :/
have to stop masturbating and begin reading the savage detectives.
I am intelligent and can see from so many perspectives.
me and my wrist are officially on a knitting vacation
God blesses those who patiently endure testing and temptation....
Have now been told that Im looking skinny and slimmed down
last day before fall break and jaclyn comes into town!!!!
***
http://www.longestpoemintheworld.com/
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Contents of The Hobby Book
Learning To Sail With Model Yachts
Model Airplanes
Bringing Nature Into The Home (Plant Collecting)
Learn How To Signal Messages In Code
Make Your Own Decorative Dishes (Pottery Work)
Constant Friends And Pleasant Companions (Pets)
Learning The Art Of Wood Turning Leads To Pleasure And Profit
A Masculine Clothes Rack
Novelties From Nuts
Two Good Wall Shelves
Drum Lamp
The Gallumpin' Bucephalus
A New Convenience For Lazy Bookworms - A Revolving Bookcase
First Aid For The Modern Kitchen
Mr. Wobbly Duck
Cutouts (Novel Accessories For The Home)
Ring-O, A Dandy Shooting Game
Pointers On Scroll-Saw Jobs
Alphabets (Scroll-Saw Patterns)
Legs And Brackets
A Model Cabin Monoplane - Easy To Make
Easy Experiments At Home Illustrate Scientific Facts
For Your Experiments - A Two-Scale Thermometer
Collecting Butterflies And Moths
How To Rig A Racing Model Yacht
Fun With Paper - Using Crepe To Perform Works Of Magic
Model Railways
Sports (an analysis of form in Middle Distance Running, Pole Vaulting, Broad Jumping, Javelin Throwing, High Jumping, Hurdling, Discus Throwing, Shot Putting, and Tennis)
Bird Bath And Sun Dial Glorify The Garden
A Garden Lily Pool - An Inexpensive Concrete Ornament
Concrete Steps - Safe - Enduring - Clean
Shuffleboard - A Deck Sport Comes Ashore
Modern Picture Craft (Photography)
Camera Bas-Reliefs
Camera Cartooning
Show Your Snapshots With This Projector
Give Your Snapshots That Third Dimension
Making Big Ones Out Of Little Ones - How To Build A Photo Enlarger
Making Lantern Slides
Recording The Home Life Of The Birds
How To Make Silhouettes With The Camera
Making Photo Bleach-Outs
Voyages Of Discovery With A Microscope
How To Build A Model Racing Low-Wing Monoplane
The Hobby Of Kings (Collecting Stamps)
Needlecraft - A Useful Art For Young Designers
How Good Are Your Eyes?
Adding Thrills To An Ancient Pastime (Kite Construction)
Giving The Dog A Home (Plan for a Model Dog House)
Collecting Coins - The Hobby Of Numismatics
A Worth-While Occupation - Weaving A Cane Basket
Weaving Rush Seats - A Revival Of An Ancient Craft
You Can Build This Simple Glider Quickly
Be Your Own Theatrical Producer (Plan for a Miniature Theater)
An Age-Old Craft - Making Printing Plates
How To Build Your Library With Bound Magazines
Learn To Carve Soap Statuettes
Cast Your Own Models And Toys
Insignia Of Fighting Air Forces
Fun With The Longbow (The Hobby of Archery)
A Rush Shopping Basket
Basketry Weaves
Costumes And Period Dress
Simple Devices Make Trusty Weather Prophets
***
This is the table of contents for the 1944 book The Wonderland Of Knowledge: A Pictorial Book Of Handicrafts and Hobbies.
Model Airplanes
Bringing Nature Into The Home (Plant Collecting)
Learn How To Signal Messages In Code
Make Your Own Decorative Dishes (Pottery Work)
Constant Friends And Pleasant Companions (Pets)
Learning The Art Of Wood Turning Leads To Pleasure And Profit
A Masculine Clothes Rack
Novelties From Nuts
Two Good Wall Shelves
Drum Lamp
The Gallumpin' Bucephalus
A New Convenience For Lazy Bookworms - A Revolving Bookcase
First Aid For The Modern Kitchen
Mr. Wobbly Duck
Cutouts (Novel Accessories For The Home)
Ring-O, A Dandy Shooting Game
Pointers On Scroll-Saw Jobs
Alphabets (Scroll-Saw Patterns)
Legs And Brackets
A Model Cabin Monoplane - Easy To Make
Easy Experiments At Home Illustrate Scientific Facts
For Your Experiments - A Two-Scale Thermometer
Collecting Butterflies And Moths
How To Rig A Racing Model Yacht
Fun With Paper - Using Crepe To Perform Works Of Magic
Model Railways
Sports (an analysis of form in Middle Distance Running, Pole Vaulting, Broad Jumping, Javelin Throwing, High Jumping, Hurdling, Discus Throwing, Shot Putting, and Tennis)
Bird Bath And Sun Dial Glorify The Garden
A Garden Lily Pool - An Inexpensive Concrete Ornament
Concrete Steps - Safe - Enduring - Clean
Shuffleboard - A Deck Sport Comes Ashore
Modern Picture Craft (Photography)
Camera Bas-Reliefs
Camera Cartooning
Show Your Snapshots With This Projector
Give Your Snapshots That Third Dimension
Making Big Ones Out Of Little Ones - How To Build A Photo Enlarger
Making Lantern Slides
Recording The Home Life Of The Birds
How To Make Silhouettes With The Camera
Making Photo Bleach-Outs
Voyages Of Discovery With A Microscope
How To Build A Model Racing Low-Wing Monoplane
The Hobby Of Kings (Collecting Stamps)
Needlecraft - A Useful Art For Young Designers
How Good Are Your Eyes?
Adding Thrills To An Ancient Pastime (Kite Construction)
Giving The Dog A Home (Plan for a Model Dog House)
Collecting Coins - The Hobby Of Numismatics
A Worth-While Occupation - Weaving A Cane Basket
Weaving Rush Seats - A Revival Of An Ancient Craft
You Can Build This Simple Glider Quickly
Be Your Own Theatrical Producer (Plan for a Miniature Theater)
An Age-Old Craft - Making Printing Plates
How To Build Your Library With Bound Magazines
Learn To Carve Soap Statuettes
Cast Your Own Models And Toys
Insignia Of Fighting Air Forces
Fun With The Longbow (The Hobby of Archery)
A Rush Shopping Basket
Basketry Weaves
Costumes And Period Dress
Simple Devices Make Trusty Weather Prophets
***
This is the table of contents for the 1944 book The Wonderland Of Knowledge: A Pictorial Book Of Handicrafts and Hobbies.
Friday, October 2, 2009
Imams, Mom, Or Rosy
Yummy yummy, whippets in Ikea
listenin' to Foreigner with Mormons!
I come through doing ski jumps off an ogre.
Mom evicted me, that uppity Trekkie.
Don't she know l'm a cutter?
That I'ma kill her with a soggy Nutter Butter?
I look cool. I drink Miller Chill.
I rock a fleece when I'm cold, bitch.
"Blam blam blam blam,"
goes the Palm Treo,
"sorry for the Gorgon orgy."
'seems sweet' says Tao Lin
as he becomes Afghani through osmosis.
I'm Bob Villa, do you like hardwoods?
Do you like listening to Pascal sucking Borges?
Can I install Ubuntu in your butt?
Our Xbox tryst feels so good in my pocket --
you like how I set that ass on fire
like Branch Davidians?
I play Bocce ball on an Imam's face
in accordance with Islamic law.
And oh, how summer shrugs on in a monotone,
spouting Sharia and handing out info about cirrhosis.
Pol Pot ephemera dots our teeth where Moors fucked catbirds
and where you first touched me. Ohio's Facebook status says
"listening to Taylor Swift and fucking cake, shit!"
(When I die, bury my Facebook;
I don't want my Notifications to accumulate forever.)
Our kink smocks and our primitive rhythm
shoot out catamaran windows --
shout out to these stormy forts. Wow. Sorry. Typos!
Mom porn! Syrup! You can't ice the Iceman! Oh, eek! Beck!
O, cryptic October, I am a Xerox lollipop fucker!
Calmly, I face a taco. A voice says, "Be horrified."
Bivalve relic mommy, I rage against the dying of the
horniest nondemocratic milf. Oops, I meant
elf. Hey, it's an accident. I'm only humanzee.
Let the limp, acetic girl die from an old quaalude;
let her face delete time like hot lead denying breath.
Glenn Beck drinks Yemen's moldy ovum as
treelike sluts fly hegemonies into towers, yo!
Hmm. Rookie move. Sacred crotch monsters in the sky
fall as spent cash. A loss of megabits sends Snoopy
whirling through existential crises.
Cyborgs seldom goof Crips at the Penis Rodeo.
(With young Ativan hoes screaming "Sucks to your
ass-mar?" -- hell no.) Piggies everywhere feel
ashamed of their togetherness and their Tekken prowess.
Emaciated Hittites vomit kittens as mommy
iChats with abalone (intra-uterinely).
"Me? Mandarin smoked doe, please. Or the refried police.
And a side of mammy bicep. Thanks."
Today, roadies herd Smurfs to
Gargamel's house so he can eat them
then poop them out. So blue! So sweet the
Smurf meat! I'd like to eat Papa Smurf.
I'm hosting a webinar in my womb on
Steve Perry's hymen and, um, America.
Oh, aha! And, you know, sexual helicopters.
I refuel my head with heroin, Hulu, the
Rutger Hauer Vietnam Vet gag reflex, and Him.
Yeah, uh, Him. That reminds me...
My pinkeye... Your banana... Sorry!
***
Anagram of the second song "Momma I'm So Sorry" on Clipse's album Hell Hath No Fury.
listenin' to Foreigner with Mormons!
I come through doing ski jumps off an ogre.
Mom evicted me, that uppity Trekkie.
Don't she know l'm a cutter?
That I'ma kill her with a soggy Nutter Butter?
I look cool. I drink Miller Chill.
I rock a fleece when I'm cold, bitch.
"Blam blam blam blam,"
goes the Palm Treo,
"sorry for the Gorgon orgy."
'seems sweet' says Tao Lin
as he becomes Afghani through osmosis.
I'm Bob Villa, do you like hardwoods?
Do you like listening to Pascal sucking Borges?
Can I install Ubuntu in your butt?
Our Xbox tryst feels so good in my pocket --
you like how I set that ass on fire
like Branch Davidians?
I play Bocce ball on an Imam's face
in accordance with Islamic law.
And oh, how summer shrugs on in a monotone,
spouting Sharia and handing out info about cirrhosis.
Pol Pot ephemera dots our teeth where Moors fucked catbirds
and where you first touched me. Ohio's Facebook status says
"listening to Taylor Swift and fucking cake, shit!"
(When I die, bury my Facebook;
I don't want my Notifications to accumulate forever.)
Our kink smocks and our primitive rhythm
shoot out catamaran windows --
shout out to these stormy forts. Wow. Sorry. Typos!
Mom porn! Syrup! You can't ice the Iceman! Oh, eek! Beck!
O, cryptic October, I am a Xerox lollipop fucker!
Calmly, I face a taco. A voice says, "Be horrified."
Bivalve relic mommy, I rage against the dying of the
horniest nondemocratic milf. Oops, I meant
elf. Hey, it's an accident. I'm only humanzee.
Let the limp, acetic girl die from an old quaalude;
let her face delete time like hot lead denying breath.
Glenn Beck drinks Yemen's moldy ovum as
treelike sluts fly hegemonies into towers, yo!
Hmm. Rookie move. Sacred crotch monsters in the sky
fall as spent cash. A loss of megabits sends Snoopy
whirling through existential crises.
Cyborgs seldom goof Crips at the Penis Rodeo.
(With young Ativan hoes screaming "Sucks to your
ass-mar?" -- hell no.) Piggies everywhere feel
ashamed of their togetherness and their Tekken prowess.
Emaciated Hittites vomit kittens as mommy
iChats with abalone (intra-uterinely).
"Me? Mandarin smoked doe, please. Or the refried police.
And a side of mammy bicep. Thanks."
Today, roadies herd Smurfs to
Gargamel's house so he can eat them
then poop them out. So blue! So sweet the
Smurf meat! I'd like to eat Papa Smurf.
I'm hosting a webinar in my womb on
Steve Perry's hymen and, um, America.
Oh, aha! And, you know, sexual helicopters.
I refuel my head with heroin, Hulu, the
Rutger Hauer Vietnam Vet gag reflex, and Him.
Yeah, uh, Him. That reminds me...
My pinkeye... Your banana... Sorry!
***
Anagram of the second song "Momma I'm So Sorry" on Clipse's album Hell Hath No Fury.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Via Rodney...
Econvergence Poetry Reading -- a Tangent Reading Series event
Friday, 2 October – 9:30 p.m.
SEA Change Gallery, 625 NW Everett Street, Portland
Admission is free.
Readers will include:
Jules Boykoff (Portland)
Katheryn Brooks (Portland)
Jake Buffy (Portland)
David Buuck (Oakland)
Allison Cobb (Portland)
Alicia Cohen (Portland)
Jen Coleman (Portland)
CA Conrad (Philadelphia)
Rob Halpern (San Francisco)
Barbara LaMorticella (Unincorporated Multnomah County)
Andrea Murray (Portland)
Dan Raphael (Portland)
Kaia Sand (Portland)
Frank Sherlock (Philadelphia)
Jonathan Skinner (Maine)
Aaron Vidaver (Vancouver, BC)
David Wolach (Olympia)
Friday, 2 October – 9:30 p.m.
SEA Change Gallery, 625 NW Everett Street, Portland
Admission is free.
Readers will include:
Jules Boykoff (Portland)
Katheryn Brooks (Portland)
Jake Buffy (Portland)
David Buuck (Oakland)
Allison Cobb (Portland)
Alicia Cohen (Portland)
Jen Coleman (Portland)
CA Conrad (Philadelphia)
Rob Halpern (San Francisco)
Barbara LaMorticella (Unincorporated Multnomah County)
Andrea Murray (Portland)
Dan Raphael (Portland)
Kaia Sand (Portland)
Frank Sherlock (Philadelphia)
Jonathan Skinner (Maine)
Aaron Vidaver (Vancouver, BC)
David Wolach (Olympia)
Saturday, September 26, 2009
THINGS I AM CONCERNED ABOUT OR WILL TRY TO ACCOMPLISH, UGH.
1. Worried I will wake up my friend if I text him at 4 am.
2. Extra nervousness directed at outstanding bills.
3. Highly conscious of my ineffectiveness at paying these bills, and the arbitrary nature of these bills. Smiles because of the "easy way out."
4. Tiptoeing around apartment because I don't want to get evicted.
5. Trying to wake up and write early in the morning. And sober.
6. Drinking Bacardi and Diet Coke to head the beer belly off at the pass.
7. Trying to get roommate to bet on who will get swine flu first.
8. All my attempts at "universality" and "culturelessness" feel sloppy.
9. Should I become more active in the poetry community?
10. I guess I should do something eventually, maybe if it involves jumping.
2. Extra nervousness directed at outstanding bills.
3. Highly conscious of my ineffectiveness at paying these bills, and the arbitrary nature of these bills. Smiles because of the "easy way out."
4. Tiptoeing around apartment because I don't want to get evicted.
5. Trying to wake up and write early in the morning. And sober.
6. Drinking Bacardi and Diet Coke to head the beer belly off at the pass.
7. Trying to get roommate to bet on who will get swine flu first.
8. All my attempts at "universality" and "culturelessness" feel sloppy.
9. Should I become more active in the poetry community?
10. I guess I should do something eventually, maybe if it involves jumping.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
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Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Ok, so I have been in Portland for a few days. Here are some things I have noticed:
•99% of the people in the Pearl District are super models.
•I need to work on being prettier.
•Everyone in this city is in a band.
•It's probably not a great idea to take a drunken walk up to Safeway for more beer by yourself at 11pm.
•I really suck at Madden right now.
•Listlessness has never been easier.
•No one really knows how to drive up here, and no one ever knows where they are going.
I might try to get a wristband for MusicFestNW. Are any of you going? Anyone want to help me notice more things about Portland?
•99% of the people in the Pearl District are super models.
•I need to work on being prettier.
•Everyone in this city is in a band.
•It's probably not a great idea to take a drunken walk up to Safeway for more beer by yourself at 11pm.
•I really suck at Madden right now.
•Listlessness has never been easier.
•No one really knows how to drive up here, and no one ever knows where they are going.
I might try to get a wristband for MusicFestNW. Are any of you going? Anyone want to help me notice more things about Portland?
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Some Things That Will Occur In The Near Future
9/6/2009 - This is today. Today is a blank day.
9/7/2009 - This is my last day of work at the airport. I will be here from 8am to 12pm and I will probably just read blogs and drink coffee. Then I will gather some things from my parents house and drive up to Ashland. This will likely be my last night in Ashland.
9/8/2009 - I think I will wake up early this day and pick up my friend Corey. We will drive a few hours to the Sky Lakes Wilderness and backpack for 2 nights and 3 days.
9/9/2009 - Will probably be camping and hiking.
9/10/2009 - We will return from hiking in the Sky Lakes Wilderness. I will drive back to Weed and try to pack my belongings. Might pick up a U-Haul truck on this day.
9/11/2009 - I will pack all of my stuff into the U-Haul and drive to Portland. There is a possibility I will stop at a few places on the way. When I get to my new apartment, I will unpack my things from the U-Haul and then probably return the U-Haul to "Stan's Restaurant Equipment" -- a business that seems to offer both restaurant equipment and U-Haul trucks. At some point during the day I will think "9/11 -- Never Forget." After I drop off the U-Haul and return to my apartment I will begin the process of "trying to get used to things." This may take several weeks or even months.
9/12/2009 - 9/27/2009 - These are blank days.
9/28/2009 - On this day I will start grad school at PSU and feel a little bit overwhelmed but hopefully calm and serious.
9/29/2009 - ? As of right now these are blank days.
9/7/2009 - This is my last day of work at the airport. I will be here from 8am to 12pm and I will probably just read blogs and drink coffee. Then I will gather some things from my parents house and drive up to Ashland. This will likely be my last night in Ashland.
9/8/2009 - I think I will wake up early this day and pick up my friend Corey. We will drive a few hours to the Sky Lakes Wilderness and backpack for 2 nights and 3 days.
9/9/2009 - Will probably be camping and hiking.
9/10/2009 - We will return from hiking in the Sky Lakes Wilderness. I will drive back to Weed and try to pack my belongings. Might pick up a U-Haul truck on this day.
9/11/2009 - I will pack all of my stuff into the U-Haul and drive to Portland. There is a possibility I will stop at a few places on the way. When I get to my new apartment, I will unpack my things from the U-Haul and then probably return the U-Haul to "Stan's Restaurant Equipment" -- a business that seems to offer both restaurant equipment and U-Haul trucks. At some point during the day I will think "9/11 -- Never Forget." After I drop off the U-Haul and return to my apartment I will begin the process of "trying to get used to things." This may take several weeks or even months.
9/12/2009 - 9/27/2009 - These are blank days.
9/28/2009 - On this day I will start grad school at PSU and feel a little bit overwhelmed but hopefully calm and serious.
9/29/2009 - ? As of right now these are blank days.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Jism (2006 film)
The story basically runs around Zeeshan (Shamyl Khan) who is boy. His friend who is leads a none cultural life has an influence on him. Zeeshan falls in love with a pretty girl, then later he has news that his uncle is near to death. He rushes home to find out that his last request was to marry his daughter Kieren (who he does not love), he promises to marry in panic despite not loving her. After his uncle's death he denies to marry Kieren, but his mum convinces him, not knowing what an impact this act will cause.
Kieren is happy to marry him, but his not! On the marriage day he reveals his feelings for her and also tells her that he is in love with someone else. He also says that we will continue this marriage for the sake of my mother and uncle but not have sexual intercourse , she nods in agreement as she is very innocent. His real love is angry and upset once they meet. She also says she still has feelings for him despite his actions. They both fall in each others arms and fall into love.
Later in the film Zeeshan goes to his love again, but finds she has another person to love, which is his non-cultural friend. He comes home late from a club, his innocent wife Kieren questions him and soon a fight occurs, his wife is determined to fight for is love. Zeeshan's suspicious wife founds out he is trying to dodge her continuously while he is at his lovers house trying to encourage her for his love again. She said for this you will have to divorce you wife , he agrees. Kieren (who is still his wife) finds out the affair and confronts him, he says fine let's have a divorce, but Kiren had something else planned. She goes cunningly to his lovers house she pledges her not to spoil her life by stealing her husband, the two of them have a fight. After this Kieren tries to sell herself to her husband. Zeeshan's friend also loves the same lover and sets him up for him to go to jail. While his in jail he attempts to force Zeeshan's lover to marry him but she denies, so he murders her in struggle. Once Zeeshan comes out from Jail he starts to love Kieren, but his so called friend is in his way yet again. Could Zeeshan and Keiren stop him?
Kieren is happy to marry him, but his not! On the marriage day he reveals his feelings for her and also tells her that he is in love with someone else. He also says that we will continue this marriage for the sake of my mother and uncle but not have sexual intercourse , she nods in agreement as she is very innocent. His real love is angry and upset once they meet. She also says she still has feelings for him despite his actions. They both fall in each others arms and fall into love.
Later in the film Zeeshan goes to his love again, but finds she has another person to love, which is his non-cultural friend. He comes home late from a club, his innocent wife Kieren questions him and soon a fight occurs, his wife is determined to fight for is love. Zeeshan's suspicious wife founds out he is trying to dodge her continuously while he is at his lovers house trying to encourage her for his love again. She said for this you will have to divorce you wife , he agrees. Kieren (who is still his wife) finds out the affair and confronts him, he says fine let's have a divorce, but Kiren had something else planned. She goes cunningly to his lovers house she pledges her not to spoil her life by stealing her husband, the two of them have a fight. After this Kieren tries to sell herself to her husband. Zeeshan's friend also loves the same lover and sets him up for him to go to jail. While his in jail he attempts to force Zeeshan's lover to marry him but she denies, so he murders her in struggle. Once Zeeshan comes out from Jail he starts to love Kieren, but his so called friend is in his way yet again. Could Zeeshan and Keiren stop him?
Monday, August 24, 2009
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Hey Tara, this is David Gates, Just wanted to give you a heads up and let you know what's going on, and I want to close. Tonight I'm gonna be bringing Stevens card and early early in the morning and dropping it at your place and taking someone to here to the airport in a different car in the coming back to your place because I want to go put some gas and Stevens car and maybe wash it. So if your place is opened and see you if you're around, and so if it's car there. Is there any. I don't know what's going on that calling and the house. I will let you know what's going out. I'll talk to you in the morning of move. I'm rambling already trying to get the Hi, Okay Sweetie, Hope you having fun and I will connect with you one way or another. Tomorrow will. Thanks.
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Sunday, August 16, 2009
What The Fuck Have You Been Listening To This Summer?
This is a list of the music I've enjoyed this summer. It's not all new music. Some of it is. There is not an order to it. Please tell me what the fuck you have been listening to.
The-Dream - Love vs. Money This album has singles inside of its singles. I'm so fucking smitten with the entire album. It's going to find its way onto my top 10 list for the year, no doubt. The production is very elaborate but classy -- nowhere near the gaudy production many R&B or Hip Hop albums have been riddled with lately. Top shelf shit. And I'm so fucking close to saying that The-Dream has out Kells'd Kells. Anyway, there is no excuse for not owning this album. Why this entire album has not got front to back play, beats the fuck out of me.
Love Vs Money
Drake - "Best I Ever Had" A lot of people have been complaining that they have heard this song too many times this summer on the radio, but that is fucking bullshit. "You da you da best" is not the same sentiment as "You da fuckin' best / You da fuckin' best." And also, "She call me the referee cause I be so official / My shirt ain't got no stripes but I can make yo pussy whiiiiiistle." Just sayin' -- you should probably get this song soon before your sad-ass summer is over.
Best I Ever Had - Drake
Jay-Z feat. Kanye & Rihanna - "Run This Town" Okay, everyone's hatin' on Hov sayin' Ye killed it on this one -- outdid Jigga. I'm just gonna go out on a limb and say that Jay-Z destroys this track. He knows what he is doing. He knows he's not an "up and comer." He's a "has that, knows that, does that." Kanye can keep the RAV4 line. It's clever, yeah, and I'm not saying he doesn't deserve some recognition for the surprisingly witty verses he's been dropping lately (the "beasting off the riesling" line is fucking dope), but Hov owns it with the repetition. Stamps it. It's a reiteration of his best-ness. He lets you know from the get go "We are / Yeah I said it / We are" -- then he just throws it all in one basket "All black everything / Black cards, black cars / All black everything" -- "Run This Town" is not a rap, it's a fucking proclamation. It's just a reminder to us. All black everything? That's all I need to know.
Run This Town (ft. Kanye West & Rihanna) - Jay-Z
Rob Roy - King Warrior Magician Lover "Pussy in my lap / bird in the sack/ fur in my cap" This album has all kinds of *new and hot* written all over it. Not sure if Rob Roy was shooting for avant-garde, but with this album he has carved out a new corner of hip hop that I'm happy to wander into. He requires your rapt attention, but fear not, this shit is fucking compelling.
Fur In My Cap - Rob Roy
Roy Orbison - "Crying" I made a conscious decision to revisit this song in a certain state on 6/4/2009 and I have been listening to it throughout the summer with mixed results. Sometimes when I hear it I kind of cry and sometimes when I hear it I just enjoy the idea of Roy Orbison and his amazing voice.
Crying - Roy Orbison
Slim Thug - "Thug" I think this song has changed my view on what I want in my life. Since I started listening to this song I've decided that I want a flat screen TV and a Range Rover. This song has been pretty good for me. I don't think the song mentions a flat screen TV or a Range Rover, but the beat implies a flat screen TV and a Range Rover. This song made me want to visit Houston, too.
Thug - Slim Thug
Flo Rida - "Right Round" I don't really care what any of you say. This song almost made me dance out of a movie theater when it was playing during the credits the other day. I don't think I have ever done that. It is so fucking well paced and the vocals are well placed. I feel really good when I hear this song. The chorus makes me especially happy. I like the vocal modulation in the chorus "From the top of the pole I watch her go (vocals drop down at least a step) down / She's got me throwin' my money a (vocals drop down at least a step) round" I don't know. Love it.
Right Round-Flo Rida.mp3 - Flo Rida
Japandroids - Post-Nothing I feel like this is the most earnest noise rock album I've ever heard. Lyrics like "We run the gauntlet / must get to France / so we can French kiss some French girls" (Wet Hair) and "We used to dream / now we worry about dying ///// I don't wanna worry about dying / I just wanna worry about those sunshine girls" (Young Hearts Spark Fire) I don't know, maybe I've watched too many Jean-Luc Godard movies in the past year, but every time I hear "French girl" or "sunshine girls" in this album I just think of Anna Karina. And fuck, how bad can an album be if it constantly conjures Anna Karina?
Post-Nothing
The-Dream - Love vs. Money This album has singles inside of its singles. I'm so fucking smitten with the entire album. It's going to find its way onto my top 10 list for the year, no doubt. The production is very elaborate but classy -- nowhere near the gaudy production many R&B or Hip Hop albums have been riddled with lately. Top shelf shit. And I'm so fucking close to saying that The-Dream has out Kells'd Kells. Anyway, there is no excuse for not owning this album. Why this entire album has not got front to back play, beats the fuck out of me.
Love Vs Money
Drake - "Best I Ever Had" A lot of people have been complaining that they have heard this song too many times this summer on the radio, but that is fucking bullshit. "You da you da best" is not the same sentiment as "You da fuckin' best / You da fuckin' best." And also, "She call me the referee cause I be so official / My shirt ain't got no stripes but I can make yo pussy whiiiiiistle." Just sayin' -- you should probably get this song soon before your sad-ass summer is over.
Best I Ever Had - Drake
Jay-Z feat. Kanye & Rihanna - "Run This Town" Okay, everyone's hatin' on Hov sayin' Ye killed it on this one -- outdid Jigga. I'm just gonna go out on a limb and say that Jay-Z destroys this track. He knows what he is doing. He knows he's not an "up and comer." He's a "has that, knows that, does that." Kanye can keep the RAV4 line. It's clever, yeah, and I'm not saying he doesn't deserve some recognition for the surprisingly witty verses he's been dropping lately (the "beasting off the riesling" line is fucking dope), but Hov owns it with the repetition. Stamps it. It's a reiteration of his best-ness. He lets you know from the get go "We are / Yeah I said it / We are" -- then he just throws it all in one basket "All black everything / Black cards, black cars / All black everything" -- "Run This Town" is not a rap, it's a fucking proclamation. It's just a reminder to us. All black everything? That's all I need to know.
Run This Town (ft. Kanye West & Rihanna) - Jay-Z
Rob Roy - King Warrior Magician Lover "Pussy in my lap / bird in the sack/ fur in my cap" This album has all kinds of *new and hot* written all over it. Not sure if Rob Roy was shooting for avant-garde, but with this album he has carved out a new corner of hip hop that I'm happy to wander into. He requires your rapt attention, but fear not, this shit is fucking compelling.
Fur In My Cap - Rob Roy
Roy Orbison - "Crying" I made a conscious decision to revisit this song in a certain state on 6/4/2009 and I have been listening to it throughout the summer with mixed results. Sometimes when I hear it I kind of cry and sometimes when I hear it I just enjoy the idea of Roy Orbison and his amazing voice.
Crying - Roy Orbison
Slim Thug - "Thug" I think this song has changed my view on what I want in my life. Since I started listening to this song I've decided that I want a flat screen TV and a Range Rover. This song has been pretty good for me. I don't think the song mentions a flat screen TV or a Range Rover, but the beat implies a flat screen TV and a Range Rover. This song made me want to visit Houston, too.
Thug - Slim Thug
Flo Rida - "Right Round" I don't really care what any of you say. This song almost made me dance out of a movie theater when it was playing during the credits the other day. I don't think I have ever done that. It is so fucking well paced and the vocals are well placed. I feel really good when I hear this song. The chorus makes me especially happy. I like the vocal modulation in the chorus "From the top of the pole I watch her go (vocals drop down at least a step) down / She's got me throwin' my money a (vocals drop down at least a step) round" I don't know. Love it.
Right Round-Flo Rida.mp3 - Flo Rida
Japandroids - Post-Nothing I feel like this is the most earnest noise rock album I've ever heard. Lyrics like "We run the gauntlet / must get to France / so we can French kiss some French girls" (Wet Hair) and "We used to dream / now we worry about dying ///// I don't wanna worry about dying / I just wanna worry about those sunshine girls" (Young Hearts Spark Fire) I don't know, maybe I've watched too many Jean-Luc Godard movies in the past year, but every time I hear "French girl" or "sunshine girls" in this album I just think of Anna Karina. And fuck, how bad can an album be if it constantly conjures Anna Karina?
Post-Nothing
Pistol Camera
The following research is a 16mm camera like a joke.
This camera is a serious camera for the police, and not a toy.
It is a pistol camera DORYU 2-16 famous as rare and valuable camera.
The DORYU 2-16 has the same C mount as the 16mm movie camera.
A Cine-Nikkor 25mm F1.4 lens was able to be mounted in the DORYU 2-16 pistol camera.
You can find the small lens for GOLDECK 16 on the table.
A sniper who has the pistol is Ryu Koakimoto-san.
This camera is a serious camera for the police, and not a toy.
It is a pistol camera DORYU 2-16 famous as rare and valuable camera.
The DORYU 2-16 has the same C mount as the 16mm movie camera.
A Cine-Nikkor 25mm F1.4 lens was able to be mounted in the DORYU 2-16 pistol camera.
You can find the small lens for GOLDECK 16 on the table.
A sniper who has the pistol is Ryu Koakimoto-san.
Friday, August 14, 2009
a pulling from the inside downward or to wherever
technicolor
profiles / cables / robber barons
tenderized skin --
kept eyes focused on one
thing for too long --
now myths come from lights
not steel.
the new spectrum
is orange divided by drab
is eyes -- lookit
is getting into bed with
and gutting, or at least
juggling future tumors --
phantoms
april / adorned with -- the blossoms
adorned with -- the pallor, the guilty
erasing tingly wi-fi
dying fingers
/ adorned with --
the bricks the harvard bricks, suited
adorned with -- doggie-style analog
spectrum -- the being mule-like of it --
adorned with --
reunions & reunions & reunions
a glowing
stuck in walls --
a dead president-shaped pockmark
the cone-shaped lights -- what about
the star holes? the quarter turns?
coming out
of eyes again.
samples
chimes in /
codified--here, bramble--here
a pulling. an automation of
a pulling. this constant tugging
and slipping. here, the blurring.
tucking into, but not always an absorbing
and a rejection of blurring. raging after overlap
edificed
being of brick mind
tussling skin with skin /
skin without walls / skin without
repercussions / skin with no
say so -- patched breath in
4/4 xanax time --
pulling at the center skin with --
the remaster
went god through
eye, wincingly.
tarot god/banned god/muscleman god
bloody god
weaving skin to skin
skin to wood to cement
wincing "god"
dream breaths through
interstate churn rate of dreams
rate of skin to skin
confusion of skin
confusion of heart skin
teething on nails
"gaze to gaze"
on proof talkers -- nurturing
the blind-skinned.
catching with coated strings
showered by foiled dermis
raped dermis -- edge skin
polyunsaturated skin
shapely
hilled-in americorp spider skin /
silky hole
forth carotid
horrid-skinned trophy hole
vampire-blue maslow skin
to bark/at.
to realize to fold to.
to skin/at.
horizon of skin
not merging -- syncing with
containing or guarding
sometimes busting out losing
/sharing/planting
quivering hole,
starry-eyed silhouetted adult-size skins
taking the fight out of / us
flat world-enders cartwheeling
tucking in. tackling with our
ins and outs of / it
then branching.
chain-linked
"when alone, skin would fall," and
truly acting more possible,
land for breath. metal-choked hollow
would flap. skin-ended memories with well tears
with hang down disciples. attending to / us.
the spilling of skin into skin
fingerprints to glass to
feel good --
wetness opts for sun / to
lined highway, opting for flatness
then noise, dirt rubbing on
auxiliary skin to free bone.
skin mixing with air
smoking skin, a plume of it
the wavy shadow fighting off
the blue around it.
the bureaucracy of pigment
traces to hold in --
colliding with blood and shit
dancing to brand one / chains
draping the vision and
coughing bones into mud.
horizon-shaped bones / all of them.
skin memory
driving to evoke a notion of skin --
harboring terse verdicts in
the chest. in terms of mixing skin --
"to dream in skin with flowing hot blood."
pressure to push forward
in pulsing -- unforgivably
so checking so tense / marked
the handle of the refrigerated.
in / on triangles.
bridging
tender bridges all thinking bridges
the strictest dark -- cold
pulled foam through sequences
"through limp causeways of the
strongest of our handshakes"
shivering
lying in foam / there disintegrating
god masks -- a hate cave of fire
stainless steel appliances dangling
adhering to faces / to wiggle free of
/ to queue in fire / to pool / to persist
in and out of flames. to with.
clacking "why" with feet curling --
"why" with body stones, with dimples.
dented
alienated breathing --
habits involving the insides and
curling up for despair
to push between / to mix freely
with other dusts
flashing radio-flyer eyes / cash checking
feverish tiltedness --
the moon is so important right now
commerce
11:15 pm: qvc is the atmosphere
in pepsi, in jugulars, in gutters --
judgments of wrinkles
take down notices dig to gut.
drape blue over / eyes quiet.
again, the tug. tugged.
beasts of breathing toss and toss and toss.
profiles / cables / robber barons
tenderized skin --
kept eyes focused on one
thing for too long --
now myths come from lights
not steel.
the new spectrum
is orange divided by drab
is eyes -- lookit
is getting into bed with
and gutting, or at least
juggling future tumors --
phantoms
april / adorned with -- the blossoms
adorned with -- the pallor, the guilty
erasing tingly wi-fi
dying fingers
/ adorned with --
the bricks the harvard bricks, suited
adorned with -- doggie-style analog
spectrum -- the being mule-like of it --
adorned with --
reunions & reunions & reunions
a glowing
stuck in walls --
a dead president-shaped pockmark
the cone-shaped lights -- what about
the star holes? the quarter turns?
coming out
of eyes again.
samples
chimes in /
codified--here, bramble--here
a pulling. an automation of
a pulling. this constant tugging
and slipping. here, the blurring.
tucking into, but not always an absorbing
and a rejection of blurring. raging after overlap
edificed
being of brick mind
tussling skin with skin /
skin without walls / skin without
repercussions / skin with no
say so -- patched breath in
4/4 xanax time --
pulling at the center skin with --
the remaster
went god through
eye, wincingly.
tarot god/banned god/muscleman god
bloody god
weaving skin to skin
skin to wood to cement
wincing "god"
dream breaths through
interstate churn rate of dreams
rate of skin to skin
confusion of skin
confusion of heart skin
teething on nails
"gaze to gaze"
on proof talkers -- nurturing
the blind-skinned.
catching with coated strings
showered by foiled dermis
raped dermis -- edge skin
polyunsaturated skin
shapely
hilled-in americorp spider skin /
silky hole
forth carotid
horrid-skinned trophy hole
vampire-blue maslow skin
to bark/at.
to realize to fold to.
to skin/at.
horizon of skin
not merging -- syncing with
containing or guarding
sometimes busting out losing
/sharing/planting
quivering hole,
starry-eyed silhouetted adult-size skins
taking the fight out of / us
flat world-enders cartwheeling
tucking in. tackling with our
ins and outs of / it
then branching.
chain-linked
"when alone, skin would fall," and
truly acting more possible,
land for breath. metal-choked hollow
would flap. skin-ended memories with well tears
with hang down disciples. attending to / us.
the spilling of skin into skin
fingerprints to glass to
feel good --
wetness opts for sun / to
lined highway, opting for flatness
then noise, dirt rubbing on
auxiliary skin to free bone.
skin mixing with air
smoking skin, a plume of it
the wavy shadow fighting off
the blue around it.
the bureaucracy of pigment
traces to hold in --
colliding with blood and shit
dancing to brand one / chains
draping the vision and
coughing bones into mud.
horizon-shaped bones / all of them.
skin memory
driving to evoke a notion of skin --
harboring terse verdicts in
the chest. in terms of mixing skin --
"to dream in skin with flowing hot blood."
pressure to push forward
in pulsing -- unforgivably
so checking so tense / marked
the handle of the refrigerated.
in / on triangles.
bridging
tender bridges all thinking bridges
the strictest dark -- cold
pulled foam through sequences
"through limp causeways of the
strongest of our handshakes"
shivering
lying in foam / there disintegrating
god masks -- a hate cave of fire
stainless steel appliances dangling
adhering to faces / to wiggle free of
/ to queue in fire / to pool / to persist
in and out of flames. to with.
clacking "why" with feet curling --
"why" with body stones, with dimples.
dented
alienated breathing --
habits involving the insides and
curling up for despair
to push between / to mix freely
with other dusts
flashing radio-flyer eyes / cash checking
feverish tiltedness --
the moon is so important right now
commerce
11:15 pm: qvc is the atmosphere
in pepsi, in jugulars, in gutters --
judgments of wrinkles
take down notices dig to gut.
drape blue over / eyes quiet.
again, the tug. tugged.
beasts of breathing toss and toss and toss.
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