Friday, January 30, 2015


Weather permitting, there’s a method to share, a tummy poke when you whisper this is both natural and secular.

Adorno says plain speech is fair game starting over (in the middle) but its put doesn’t count. (It’s always been technical.)

Surely there’s no foundering beneath the social parasail of violence. Rules commit us. Your card is deactivated.

Yet that’s only 1 worst case — let me give you a hand. g = 1. Everything noted, integrated, getting by on a riddle gauge, part of the solution looking up.

Monday, January 26, 2015


Teaching can be reversed.
It’s Nature. Try.

Stage and film directors intuit the last 10 decades. Tears.
Everything has that-did-it stench

Graphic arts grip in multiplicities. Swimming
Synchronized. Speaking

As a narrator here, I’m no art fellow, a swimming
plateau = not finding hotter places to palaver.

One pleasure then is borrowing sentences to raise your rent.
Such filament as A neap tide itemizes all bets. Not worse

And like beach safety overall — you bring it back to the house.
Tears an hour from Nauset. Sign within.

Frankly hot-doggily, signing like this can’t be taught.

Friday, January 23, 2015


Mimesis. Don’t hold it in. Talk to your doctor.

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I smell a rat. We’re still in the wait space. Your name came up on my tooth. Capacious, breathtaking anxiety, yes, refusal to arbitrate glamour, okay... you’re done. In a footloose world your body loads up on symbolism. Go ahead, chat up every one here. But take care, the next stage of trolling pillagers is fickle. Then it begins, your life is over. Love & money go down together.

Yes, you know gobs of cash, living well, poof. Question, tho... I’m just curious having compulsively misplaced most of life’s grotesqueries, Does the rescinded narrative understand how & where stories are produced, to which claims long ago transcended time & place inside the game we are the metaphor & conception?

Thursday, January 22, 2015


Sweeping reductions were next. Romulus and Remus. Appetite and style,
these are core elements of classicism, romanticism too. Appetite
includes style but style directs taste and other pretenses of appetite.
A she wolf looks after style.

Wednesday, January 21, 2015


7,000,000,650,000,003

Tuesday, January 20, 2015


You never achieve status as a full pariah

even as Starsky and Amida exquisitely

handcraft cheesy retributions on the veranda —

losers = loyal worshippers of those they detract.

Soak up the view. This could have been a sonnet.
I never use that word now. It’s a place you’d barbecue?

In the better version by Wilde pathos =
appropriating mauves; outsourced research;

less (though) murmured coloration;

no trust of ex intimates. All these



personnel hence to be shifted or fired

but keep their jobs somehow, achieving an overweight
bliss of the non willed state, an enlightened

legality inside streamlined minds.

Sunday, January 18, 2015


Dear Politico,

I promised you a ham for quilting bombast.

Ah, the ham’s faction just hatched..

Have yourself a good time. I’ll have you over when poli science gets to better thinking, Aldous Huxley augmented with a good bouquet, plus a full deck of historical raiment among the underemployed in hyper décor (like object placement) decoding automation... After that, there will be nothing coarse or raucous to grab at, but for now, good talk! we’re fine with “no real choice.”

Thursday, January 15, 2015


Knowing we live forever offspring of Cro-Magnons

He thought about SciFi from the Seventies and Eighties

Fighting the relative fight to endure

All of his life as if he were a mercurial quantum

As if meeting death halfway hapless (tho deceitful)

The kind of young scent you’d desire



He thought about SciFi from the Seventies and Eighties

As a clay toned physique turns from the window

Arguing before we understood the beloved Baal

His coat with the fired bullet in it, effluvia

All of his life as if he were a mercurial quantum

Temporal as this shitty ten-room with its simultaneity



As a clay toned physique turns from the window

A bright light credited to chimera w/in a purifying labyrinth

At the end of the aqua bluest fluorescent test tube

The kind of young scent you’d desire

Fighting the relative fight to endure

A silvery lime mist hanging in the streets



A bright light credited to chimera w/in a purifying labyrinth
Shedding light tints of reversed decisions = surf

The kind of young scent you’d desire

All of his life as if he were a mercurial quantum

Covert shapes holding out a tattered sample

His coat with the fired bullet in it, effluvia



Temporal as this shitty ten-room with its simultaneity

To have another heart to heart in different tempi

At the end of the aqua bluest fluorescent test tube

As a clay toned physique turns from the window

A silvery lime mist hanging in the streets

Arguing before we understood the beloved Baal



To have another heart to heart in different tempi

Fighting the relative fight to endure

The kind of young scent you’d desire

He thought about SciFi from the Seventies and Eighties

All of his life as if he were a mercurial quantum

Counting on the manager to make the connection



Covert shapes holding out a tattered sample

A silvery lime mist hanging in the streets

As if meeting death halfway hapless (tho deceitful)

Knowing we live forever offspring of Cro-Magnons

Counting on the manager to make the connection

Shedding light tints of reversed decisions = surf

Wednesday, January 14, 2015


Language has some slight vegan sexuality

To one side as noted by third parties



Hanging out in their unusual white corridors

Suggesting you’re still trembling from the



Pinch off, just a short chopper ride

From the bank and trade. It’s language

With a so called motherlode glossary,
Interesting for switching placidities.

Why does a face arrest? Thoughts knitted together
Like mica pile ups, shouts ricochet thru voicetracks,

Lobbing the pinned acorns underbrush until they’re scooped,
2 holding our breath, bounced, kicked, ungloved by catalysts.

Monday, January 12, 2015


Postconceptual is not disappearing into other formats, it’s being these formats you are. (Kenny Goldsmith)