tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89502334578220554512023-11-16T06:32:16.851-08:00locust farmUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950233457822055451.post-62746236927922010352009-01-19T10:38:00.000-08:002009-03-04T12:07:00.710-08:00SONG CYCLE / POP SYMPHONY #1<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CMARSHA%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} p.MsoHeader, li.MsoHeader, div.MsoHeader {margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; tab-stops:center 3.0in right 6.0in; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--><o:p></o:p> <p class="MsoNormal">I. “god got birth control”
<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style=""> </span>A HOLY TRINITY (“3 is the smallest odd prime”):</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">1. apocalypse now: death from about 1879</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">2. the Passion of Nietzsche: god is dead / god is dad</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">3. wagner and his anti-semitic leitmotif: das Juden und das Rheingold</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">REFRAIN:</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;">“if you want to view paradise
<br />simply look around and view it
<br />anything you want to, do it
<br />wanta change the world?
<br />there's nothing
<br />to it”</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">ANOTHER:</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">1. german metaphysics (“Album fur die Jugend”)</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">2. french politics (“sois jeune et tais toi”)</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">3. english economics (“reading riting rithmetic”)</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">OUTRO:</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">genocide was invented in 1943 (16x)</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">II. “there's a war goin on outside no man is safe from”</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">BLADES OF GRASS b/w WAVES OF GRAIN</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">SIDE A:</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">a tex mex numetal ensemble</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">holding a plaster cast of liszt’s death hand and</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">driving 9inch nails into petrified redwoods</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">wife beaters in wife beaters</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">carrying pedigree records in a manila folder</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">scaling a spiral staircase of soviet whole tones</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">to the additive rhythm of the heart</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">SIDE B:</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">continental free jazz</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">emerges in a gritty no wave ny super8 80s</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">stands by an art deco office building</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">and burns a thesis on hypermodernist chess theory</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">figure skater on a hockey rink</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">gliding through concentric grooves</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">a punk rock swan song vibrates</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">up through her bones into her teeth</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;">and out her mouth</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">III. “the cost so high the gain so low”</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"><span style=""> </span>RESPONSORIAL:
<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;">leader.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;">“they found a pair of crystal antlers,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;">but quickly destroyed them. how could they </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">explain having a pair of crystal antlers</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">to the police?”</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">congregation.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">“no food or drink allowed in classrooms” (all capitals)</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style=""> </span>APPENDIX:</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">one nation under id</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">9 of 10 tastebuds prefer pepsi</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">your brain on MSG</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">peyote ego death
<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">“the cannons of berlioz”</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">another pete rock banger</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">no wave for a new age</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style=""> </span>“...of thrash metal fame”</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">nintendo dreams</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">the strapped gats of cocorosie</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">CODA:</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">[this space reserved for:</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">ashkenazi jews,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">annexed north american nations,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">grandfather’s trophy nazi belt buckles,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">and all whom have fallen into the ocean of</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">dropped albums, rocked shows,</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">murdered beats, and spit verses.]</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><o:p> </o:p></p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950233457822055451.post-13427586845025043172009-01-19T10:32:00.000-08:002009-01-19T10:37:42.796-08:00hangs over you american<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CMARSHA%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} p.MsoHeader, li.MsoHeader, div.MsoHeader {margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; tab-stops:center 3.0in right 6.0in; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--><o:p></o:p> <p class="MsoNormal">1.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">she is wearing the plastic of window entertainment.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">passing present early thought, </p> <p class="MsoNormal">rain seems arrived at footprint.</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">two commemorative strangers of stay,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">each having memorized rival minds that bend shadow,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">cross paths,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">but both being minor incomes with two awards of steel,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">they cross paths.</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">the original minor station of these</p> <p class="MsoNormal">helping them throughout the original night.</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">2.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">you are a better wind pavilion, original wearing a plastic raincoat,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">pushing, stepping, pursuing separates. industrial one,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">the rubble light rap and gang of minor cannot keep you.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">means are a haunt of petals, beginning to fall shadow,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">flew derivative from silhouette,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">as if speaking in works on a pile of has.</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">you and i being endlessness persons,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">we saw that rain pours behind them.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">yet, a flower raining with excellent untruth,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">approaches a coated feeling. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">us, whose sense of time rains a central fiction.</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">3.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">human, with its great length and forever,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">is one of three plate glass windows</p> <p class="MsoNormal">above a vernacular sea.</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">while common practice climbs to the sky,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">capital i disappears into the skin</p> <p class="MsoNormal">of produced history and works passing.
<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">cigarettes whip the sea late on the fortieth carbon day.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">but the sky is disappearing, an original that thought itself diverse.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">only this corridor, as blunt as it is, seems lifelike.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">only this corridor, as blunt as it seems, is lifelike.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950233457822055451.post-15101479144415197162009-01-02T10:39:00.000-08:002010-01-21T13:12:07.179-08:00Celebration of a Heady AfterbirthEcce homo! Post-Industrial Revolution human is failing!<br />Astronauts fall from the heavens and impale themselves on cocks!<br />All avant-garde hairstyles have been co-opted and codified!<br />History is written in sonata form and the sales receipt is now scripture!<br /><br />Blessed are the Butter-Flavored Cheese-Fried Cheese-Filled Corn Snack!<br />Blessed are the Butter-Flavored Butter-Baked Cheese-Filled Corn Snack!<br />Blessed are the Corn-Fresh Corn-Flavored Cheese-Puffed Butter Ball!<br />Blessed are the Cheese-Flavored Pop-Fresh Corn-Fried Cheese Pop!<br /><br />Ecce homo! Post-Industrial Revolution human is failing!<br />Dreaming bacteria in my intestines bubble up through my chakras!<br />And I can say “Kidnap me, I’m a rich American” in 8 languages!<br />We have stared long at the night sky and found the Universe to be telescope-shaped!<br /><br />Lo! I walk around the house naked with morningwood<br />and observe the high water mark in the toilet bowl.<br />Hardon is oneword!<br />Yet, I can hear a chamber orchestra<br />locked inside a somewhere-abandoned subway car<br />playing Messiaen and looking bored.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950233457822055451.post-62916975539846796042009-01-02T10:34:00.000-08:002009-01-02T10:37:38.036-08:00“is the solipsist so lonely?”the philosopher asks no one in particular<br />his voice unheard<br />outside his locked office door.<br /><br />he is drowned out by the humming of<br />machines that make lunch boxes<br />machines that make harmonicas<br />machines that make parts for more machines.<br />the humming echoes through streets<br /><br />resounding inside the empty movie theaters<br />& the empty concert halls<br />& the empty cathedrals<br />& the empty classrooms<br />& the empty skating rinks<br />& the empty discotheques<br />& the empty drive-throughs<br />& the empty apothecaries<br />& the empty art galleries<br />& the empty museums<br />& the empty gay bars<br />& the empty parking garages<br />& the empty chinese restaurants<br />& the empty stadiums<br />& the empty office buildings<br />& the empty prisons<br />& the empty barns<br />& the empty catacombs<br />& the empty capitols<br />& the empty housing projects<br />& the empty houses.<br /><br />everyone is inside<br />the library of congress<br />lying in her or his own<br />private opium coma,<br />but they all dream the same dream.<br /><br />they dream of the philosopher<br />squatting in his cave<br />squinting through his dirty window<br />wrinkling his vast forehead.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950233457822055451.post-62585320918247786982009-01-02T10:29:00.000-08:002009-01-02T10:31:36.475-08:00cutting cloud from skyif i was born a bastard<br />son of bukowski<br />i would<br />write poems<br />in that criminal<br />american<br />diction<br />with vulgar pride.<br /><br />but i was not<br />so i will<br />write poems<br />in my anemic lisp<br />with manic fatalism<br />and a custer moustache.<br /><br />you see<br />my country hates poets<br />by principle<br />and my countrymen<br />would rather drink<br />hard liquor and coca cola<br />than read hegel or wittgenstein or kant<br />because hegel and wittgenstein and kant<br />are hard to understand<br />and even when understood<br />can’t make you a better kisser.<br /><br />i am not bitter.<br />i wouldn’t have it any other way.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950233457822055451.post-11843751499544954022009-01-02T10:25:00.000-08:002009-01-02T10:27:19.431-08:00the sober man often mistakes holding a woman’s hair while she vomits as romantic.A.<br />how many gas station bathrooms along this country’s highway system have i not bought french ticklers or bubble-gum-flavored condoms in for want of 3 quarters and someone who wants me<br /><br />how long must one stare at the alien surface of shaved genitals before the first kiss can no longer be remembered as a sticky piece of candy, picked off the floor and eaten when everyone had left the room<br /><br />who isn’t affected<br /><br />B.<br />we make love at arm’s length<br />in the direction of jerusalem<br />with our shoes on and alarms set.<br /><br />a soul and a soul never quite touch;<br />they are the wrong sides of two magnets,<br />they are the hands of a clock.<br /><br />this morning, i left the shower on.<br />the drain is clogged with hair and cum<br />and my bathtub runneth over,<br /><br />flooding my house with more<br />things i can’t breathe.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950233457822055451.post-54680030078016170312009-01-02T10:23:00.000-08:002009-01-02T18:16:47.793-08:00an old poem for a new worldan old man<br />stands in his front lawn<br />beating an old dog<br />tied to a tree.<br /><br />he beats the dog<br />with today’s newspaper<br />slowly and steadily<br />without anger or pleasure.<br /><br />the dog lies quiet<br />in the dust.<br />it is dead<br />except for the rhythmic<br />wheeze<br />of its breath.<br /><br />the old man<br />and the old dog<br />heave in unison<br />in time with the rise<br />and fall<br />of the newspaper.<br /><br />both are sweating<br />and panting<br />under the same ancient sun.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950233457822055451.post-9974527170954699232009-01-02T10:21:00.000-08:002009-01-19T15:56:30.796-08:00Pax AmericanaWe paid them with crumbled dollar bills and spent down pavements past marching bands and flags and storefronts and insects and riot cops and horse cops and firemen and policemen and gaymen and goat and sheep and cow and horse and horse cop and beggar and leper and addict and a fallen star, cooling in the car pool lane. <br /><br />Intuiting the center of the Universe is close, we link arms and stomp and yell and demand grand masters hold blank canvasses to the sun and illuminate the heavenly bodies floating inside our eyes. <br /><br />I offered a bee my hand to sting and it swells. I hold a blade of grass between my thumbs and blow, filling the Void with the sound of saxophone and tree branch and dead leaf and window and gas station and gas rag and milkshake and garden hose and burning house and cricket and brother and sister and whimsome nobody and my violent vicissitude. I break my cheekbones and hold a pistol to my chest and pretend to be a roman replica of a greek statue. I hold the mediterranean to its word. <br /><br />We all hold out our palms for the bee to sting. We learn to play the typewriter in pastures and shoot toy cap guns at passing comets and hold mannequins for ransom and shock diabetic baboons to death. We scrape our teeth and wonder if it really is the year the history books say it is. We play russian roulette in my bedroom and hurt my baby seal and stare at pictures in the encyclopedia and look up all the words we don’t know. <br /><br />As the ghost of Robert Johnson pours across the 35th parallel, our skulls bloom like tiny solariums and we begin to rethink the 2000s and the 1990s and the 1980s and the 1970s and the 1960s and the 1950s and the 1940s and the 1930s and the 1920s...<br /><br />Etcetera, etcetera. Forever and Ever. Alleluia and Amen.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950233457822055451.post-88246445525171146872009-01-02T10:16:00.000-08:002009-01-02T10:20:30.642-08:00bob dylan, king of the jews<o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="country-region"></o:smarttagtype><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> 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mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--><o:p></o:p> <p class="MsoNormal">the state of the union is not given by a television president</p> <p class="MsoNormal">it is written on the walls of bathroom stalls</p> <p class="MsoNormal">it is whispered in steam rooms and confession booths</p> <p class="MsoNormal">it screams naked from our public foreskin:</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">we want our kinky freedom</p> <p class="MsoNormal">we want our black jackie onassis</p> <p class="MsoNormal">we want our box and our drug and our big nothing</p> <p class="MsoNormal">we want fluoride in our tap water</p> <p class="MsoNormal">we want words that mean and breathe</p> <p class="MsoNormal">we want a poetic death for history</p> <p class="MsoNormal">we want a capital t truth that goes down easy</p> <p class="MsoNormal">we want a thoroughly cleaned and ghettoized pop culture</p> <p class="MsoNormal">we want our badges and diplomas</p> <p class="MsoNormal">we want our sacred minority and nuclear arsenal</p> <p class="MsoNormal">we want our heathens and hedons </p> <p class="MsoNormal">we want our robber barons and rugged individualists</p> <p class="MsoNormal">we want our self-hate prophet</p> <p class="MsoNormal">we want our bean curd minstrel</p> <p class="MsoNormal">we want our free speech cage</p> <p class="MsoNormal">we want our good cop and bad cop and white cop and black cop</p> <p class="MsoNormal">we want our sexual predator and his yellow star</p> <p class="MsoNormal">we want our mark chapman</p> <p class="MsoNormal">we want our catchers in the rye</p> <p class="MsoNormal">we want an apologetics of capitalism</p> <p class="MsoNormal">we want our flat tax and castes of sin</p> <p class="MsoNormal">we want our karma and jurisprudence</p> <p class="MsoNormal">we want our hypothetical christian <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">zion</st1:city></st1:place>.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">we want a homeric epic other than this horatio alger propaganda</p> <p class="MsoNormal">but this is not <st1:place st="on"><st1:country-region st="on">greece</st1:country-region></st1:place></p> <p class="MsoNormal">and we are not greek</p> <p class="MsoNormal">if our generation has a bob dylan</p> <p class="MsoNormal">he will be a plagarist or slandered as one</p> <p class="MsoNormal">and we will make him wear his crown</p> <p class="MsoNormal">and we will march him to golgotha</p> <p class="MsoNormal">and we will lock him in a concrete mausoleum</p> <p class="MsoNormal">engraved with his christian 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my shell, in my hole<br /> blending in with gunmetal<br /> thin skin gone grey<br /><br />left for leper<br /> bred for predictable<br /> falling backwards<br /> through atom and (black)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950233457822055451.post-7903490501962034042008-06-17T16:44:00.001-07:002008-10-13T13:05:50.862-07:00picturesI.<br /><br />drop out of school<br />drop out of society<br />go homeless<br />carry a camera on a strap around your neck<br /><br />take pictures of sleeping squatters<br />take pictures of broken houses<br />take pictures of your naked holocaust body<br />take pictures of your skin scraped off on the bricks<br />take pictures of the holes in your feet<br />take pictures of the cat you killed<br />take pictures of yourself curled up in a dumpster<br />take pictures of yourself turning to dust<br />take pictures of gravestones with no names on them yet<br />take pictures of empty whipped cream cans<br />take pictures of rubber cement pots<br /><br />take pictures of your invisible skin<br />take pictures of your fragile bones<br />take pictures of your crumbling teeth<br />take pictures of your infected gums<br />take pictures of yourself going blind<br />take pictures of yourself going bald<br />take pictures of yourself getting fat<br />take pictures of your matted pubic hair<br />take pictures of your flabby gut<br />take pictures of your penis withdrawing into your body<br />take pictures of your swollen joints<br />take pictures of your sunken ribcage<br />take pictures of your purple pimples<br />take pictures of your degenerating brain<br />take pictures of everything until everything is just a picture<br /><br />take a picture of yourself being left behind<br />take a picture of yourself being forgotten<br />take a picture of your friends moving away<br />take a picture of your parents moving on<br />take a picture of your blank future<br />take a picture of everything that is ruined<br />take a picture of everything that you ruined<br />take a picture of the bruises on your arms<br />take a picture of the blood on your clothes<br />take a picture of the snow and the ice<br />take a picture of the empty bottle<br />take a picture of the empty body<br />take a picture of a lullaby<br /><br />go to sleep<br />go to sleep<br />go to sleep<br />go to sleep<br /><br />II.<br /><br />you’ve fucked everything<br />you’ve killed us<br />you’ve killed yourself<br />you’ve fucked everything<br />you’ve burnt down the house<br />you’ve molested your little sister<br />you’ve flunked out of school<br />you’ve forgotten your address<br />you’ve made us hate you<br />you’ve made yourself loathsome<br />you’ve made yourself ugly<br />you’ve screamed at everyone<br />you’ve written with shit on the walls<br />you’ve eaten all of your mother’s pills<br />you’ve pissed your pants<br />you’ve laughed and spit on yourself<br />you’ve gone insane<br />you’ve been sent to the prison for insane people<br />you’ve forgotten how to think<br />you’ve forgotten how to talk<br />you’ve forgotten how to wipe your ass<br />you’ve forgotten how to bathe<br />you’ve hurt yourself again<br />you’ve made us tie you up<br />you’ve made us lock you up<br />you’ve hurt us<br />you’ve made us hurt you<br />you’ve hurt yourself again<br />you’ve forgotten your name<br />you’ve lost your TV privileges<br />just sit in the corner<br />just sit in the corner<br />and think<br />about what you’ve done<br />about what you’ve done to us<br />about what you’ve done to yourself<br />about what you’ve done to us<br /><br />III.<br /><br />take pictures of everything you fucked up<br />take pictures of everything so you have a picture of it<br />take pictures of everything until everything is OK again<br />take pictures until everything is OK again<br />take pictures to take away the sickness<br />take pictures of your sickness<br />take pictures of anything<br />take pictures of everything until everything is just a picture<br /><br />take pictures until they stop coming out wrong<br />take pictures until you’ve gotten good<br />practice makes perfect<br />take pictures until they’re worth something<br />take pictures until you’re a famous artist<br />take pictures and maybe someday you’ll be good<br />take pictures and maybe someday you’ll be rich<br />take pictures and maybe someday you’ll be make your parents<br />proud<br />take pictures and maybe someday you’ll be able to afford a doctor<br />take pictures and maybe someday you can get out of here<br />take pictures and everything will be OK<br />take pictures and maybe everything will be OK<br />keep taking pictures<br />don’t stop<br />you can’t stop now<br />where would you be<br />if you didn’t have your pictures<br />everything else is gone<br />everything else is fucked<br />you’re dying<br />you’re dying<br />you’re dying<br />you’re disappearing<br />you’re dying<br />you’re dying<br />you’re dying<br />you’re dying<br />you’re dying<br />everything is ending<br />everything is over<br />everything is ruined<br />everything is fucked<br />you’re dying<br />you’re dying<br />you’ve killed us<br />you’ve fucked up<br />you’ve killed us<br />you’ve killed yourself<br />you’ve killed us<br />everything is fucked<br />you’ve fucked everything<br />you’re dying<br />you’re dying<br />you’re dying<br />you’re dying<br />you’re deadUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950233457822055451.post-24123506266328742372008-05-11T11:38:00.000-07:002008-05-11T11:41:13.083-07:00Masochristthe True masochist<br />does not allow himself to feel pain<br />because the highest pleasure<br />lies in abstaining from all pleasure<br /><br />thus, he lives the life of a sadist<br />tortured by sacred envy<br />of the pain he selflessly bestows<br />to False masochistsUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950233457822055451.post-363865381093546102008-03-27T21:22:00.000-07:002008-04-05T13:37:15.938-07:00sermonall hail! the dinosaur god<br />of all christian nations<br />who drinks the corn syrup blood<br />of aborted crack babies<br /><br />who preaches:<br />“it’s okay to call<br />indians indians<br />because they’re all dead<br />or they never existed”<br /><br />all hail! the dinosaur god<br />of every 3rd world cargo cult<br />who is never photographed<br />without a breast milk moustache<br /><br />who preaches:<br />“if horses had gods<br />they would look like horses<br />but they don’t<br />because they don’t have souls”<br /><br />all hail! the dinosaur god<br />of amputees and burn victims<br />whose mechanical phallus<br />always points magnetic north<br /><br />let us drink<br />His pesticide piss<br />let us eat<br />His asbestos shit<br />let us breathe<br />His carbon monoxide breath<br /><br />let us obey<br />and plant our own children<br />in the killing fields<br />if they would lie fallowUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950233457822055451.post-44562517175491387342008-03-27T21:16:00.000-07:002008-04-26T15:35:18.367-07:00the ghost of bukowskiI.<br /><br />the ghost of bukowski<br />visited me in a dream<br />he was drunk<br />he’s always drunk<br />he told me to stop<br />wasting words<br /><br />he said i was<br />deluding their power<br />he said i was<br />exasperating the word inflation<br />and making it harder<br />for real writers<br /><br />he said that it takes<br />over ten thousand words<br />to say ‘futility’<br />but it used to only take<br />one<br /><br />i just punctured<br />my eardrums with my pen<br />and kept drawing strings of letters<br /><br />eventually<br />he stopped moaning<br />and rattling his chains<br />laid on the floor<br />and passed out<br /><br />when he did<br />i got down on my knees<br />pulled up his shirt<br />and carved into his skin:<br /><br />even “if [i] have to sit for hours <br />staring at [my] computer screen <br />or hunched over [my] <br />typewriter <br />searching for words”<br />i won’t stop<br /><br />even “if [i] have to sit there and <br />rewrite it again and again”<br />i won’t stop<br /><br />even “if it drive[s] [me] to madness or <br />suicide or murder”<br />i won’t stop<br /><br />even if it never gets any easier<br /><br />(especially if it never gets any easier)<br /><br />II.<br /><br />if i write for the rest of my life<br />and i never write anything<br />intelligible<br /><br />at least i might learn<br />how to spell<br /><br />if i write for the rest of my life<br />and i never write anything<br />that hasn’t been written before<br /><br />at least it might seem<br />like i’m not alone<br /><br />if i write for the rest of my life<br />and i never write anything<br />that could be called beautiful<br /><br />at least i might know<br />what ugliness looks like<br /><br />if i write for the rest of my life<br />and i never write anything<br />true<br /><br />at least i will have these pages<br />to burn<br /><br />and keep me warmUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950233457822055451.post-74041787627727097602008-02-27T19:07:00.001-08:002008-02-27T19:14:25.619-08:00my days are 24 hours longeveryone else’s days are only<br />23 hours and 56 minutes long but<br /><br />my days are 24 hours long<br /><br />i spend my 4 extra minutes each day<br />practicing my small talk in the mirror:<br /><br />hello<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">hello</span><br />how are you?<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">good, how are you?</span><br />good<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">that’s good</span><br />how is your twin brother?<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">good, how is your twin brother?</span><br />good<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">that’s good</span><br />did you hear?<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">no, what?</span><br />my twin brother is having a baby in march<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">congratulations!</span><br />he’s scared<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">he shouldn’t be!</span><br />oh?<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">my twin brother had a baby in march</span><br />did it hurt?<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">he didn’t feel a thing!</span><br />that’s funny<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">why?</span><br />i had a tumor removed in march<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">did it hurt?</span><br />i didn’t feel a thing!<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">that’s funny</span><br />why?<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">i’m having a tumor removed in march</span><br />are you scared?<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">no</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950233457822055451.post-77409196193927419252008-02-27T19:00:00.000-08:002008-08-22T12:26:43.272-07:00mirage(i was daydreaming about a far away<br />blurry oasis<br />in the middle of a desert of salt<br />so i didn’t hear her say)<br /><br />“to love and be loved”<br /><br />what?<br /><br />“that’s the secret to happiness”<br /><br />what is<br />'to love and be delirious'<br />the secret to?<br /><br />“what?”<br /><br />what if<br />no one will love you?<br /><br />“someone will love you”<br /><br />who?<br /><br />“someone out there”<br /><br />someone out in the parking lot?<br /><br />“no, someone out in the world”<br /><br />the parking lot is part of the world<br />so this someone<br />might be in the parking lot<br />right?<br /><br />“yes, i suppose so”<br /><br />(i shaded my eyes and squinted<br />but i couldn’t see much<br />in the glare of steel and glass)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950233457822055451.post-51979142546858121822008-02-27T18:58:00.000-08:002008-02-27T19:00:00.311-08:00give me one reasonnot to cut off my finger<br />in this bathroom<br /><br />i have the knife<br />it’s for cutting chicken bones<br />i’m sure it will go right through me<br />i have the rags<br />to stop the bleeding<br />i have the hydrogen peroxide<br />to stop the infection<br /><br />give me one reason<br /><br />not to cut off my finger<br />and flush it down the toilet<br /><br />i have the knife<br />and the rags<br />and the disinfectant<br />i locked the door<br />no one is awake<br /><br />no one would hear me<br />even if i screamed<br />and even if i screamed<br />no one would come running<br />and even if someone came running<br />they wouldn’t be able to open the door<br />and even if they could open the door<br />they wouldn’t be able to stop me in time<br />and even if they could stop me in time<br /><br />and they asked me<br />what are you doing<br />and i told them<br />i’m going to cut off my finger<br />and they asked me<br />why<br />and i told them<br />give me one reason not to<br /><br />they would have nothing to sayUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950233457822055451.post-41694030872489212262008-02-23T19:13:00.000-08:002008-02-23T19:14:18.545-08:00this country doesn’t support the artsthe police men<br />didn’t like my<br />performance art<br /><br />i was wearing a costume and makeup<br />in order to look the part<br />of a homeless person<br />and i did my best<br />passed out drunk<br />impression<br />on the park bench<br /><br />(i had taken an acting class<br />the previous summer)<br /><br />i did my best but<br /><br />the police men<br />didn’t like my<br />performance art<br /><br />instead of putting change<br />in my plastic cup<br />they dragged me into an alley<br />held me against the dumpster<br />and took turns<br />giving it to meUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950233457822055451.post-26250233532944509692008-02-23T19:11:00.000-08:002009-06-19T13:50:55.075-07:00and then they cut to commerciali saw you<br />on TV<br />you were on the news<br />psych<br />you were in the static<br />psych<br />you were on the news<br /><br />and you were talking<br />to some guy<br />with a banana for a penis<br />psych<br />he had a penis for a penis<br /><br />(though since he was little<br />he had always thought <br />his penis looked a little<br />like a banana)<br /><br />and you told him to<br />fuck off<br />and he didn’t<br />know what to say<br />psych<br />he did<br />he told you that<br />you have some nerveUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950233457822055451.post-44701438785639341672008-02-23T09:18:00.000-08:002008-02-23T09:36:13.907-08:00A Velvet Mafia Reader #2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjopKtzV7mpL_NMXGJMZUkQyO2NaFHZrSwp-KgVLKva68ENB1VyvEUHBxnhpsFbynRb1hXVq2ooDSFSUhq4r2uhWndQO_OmBwAteqIxlR932mxlyI-BIeqptSP9opetUIJgbf9kMBpdRRn_/s1600-h/cover.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjsQ_fJbFW95mKwIhXBxefzdH4z-PG-qv7ABZUel4EMNpaynIe4PJIgrWGBDv-dOHisX29YhGWLx_vspTsMwxZj9jZYnrAexnCdlqzUQz-MiG54qaN0lLk3ySi-bDAGicmUq6hz4U6uPAu/s1600-h/page+8.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjsQ_fJbFW95mKwIhXBxefzdH4z-PG-qv7ABZUel4EMNpaynIe4PJIgrWGBDv-dOHisX29YhGWLx_vspTsMwxZj9jZYnrAexnCdlqzUQz-MiG54qaN0lLk3ySi-bDAGicmUq6hz4U6uPAu/s400/page+8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170230220402974002" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950233457822055451.post-90689357833586627712008-02-13T20:29:00.001-08:002008-03-09T19:32:35.463-07:00the airplanei board<br />one foot at a time<br />Watch your step!<br />says the male stewardess<br />(what do you call those?)<br /><br />i walk down the aisle<br />past a man with a shaved head<br />wearing that new digital camouflage<br />probably in order to fight that new digital war<br /><br />i find 34C and sit down<br />the girl next to me <br />is too young to be flying alone<br />but too old for her anyone to stop her<br />she’s listening to the new noise<br />on her headphones<br /><br />i’m issued my adult beverage and pillow<br />i give them both to the girl<br />she gulps the drink down while pinching her nose<br />and goes to sleep<br /><br />i look at my in-flight magazine<br />Congratulations!<br />it says<br />You’ve chosen the safest seat in the plane!<br />but i’m sure they all say that<br /><br />i look out the window<br />down at the patchwork quilt of land<br />none of the pieces seem to fit together<br />then i try to read<br />the reader’s digest version of leviathan<br />for a while<br /><br />i walk to the bathroom<br />but Someone is in there<br />so i wait in my seat for Someone to finish<br />i stare at the door<br />not wanting to miss the clean look of relief<br />on Someone’s face<br />but the man with the shaved head comes out<br />and his face is blank<br /><br />i sit in the cramped bathroom<br />my knees pressed against the small door<br />i don’t have to go<br />i just wanted to sit in the humming belly of the airplane<br />and pretend i was back in my mother’s womb<br />from what i can remember<br />it was nothing like thisUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950233457822055451.post-79520711543040556492008-01-31T16:30:00.001-08:002008-01-31T16:30:42.133-08:00[small margin poems]<pre><span style=";font-family:lucida console;font-size:110%;" ><br />small margin poems<br />are just like stri<br />ng: they are never<br />so short as to ren<br /><span style="">der them incomplet</span></span><br /></pre>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950233457822055451.post-26035698835240111482008-01-31T16:24:00.000-08:002008-04-27T21:15:48.719-07:00empty houseon nights<br />when no one is home<br />i beat off to muscular old men<br />fucking girls their daughters' age<br />who mimic the positions they learned<br />from watching porn on their big brother’s computer<br /><br />when i cum<br />my mind goes blank<br />like a book thrown into the fire<br />the clarity is the same<br />as the first few minutes<br />after you wake up in the morning<br /><br />in this reverie<br />i browse through abandoned websites<br />with my boxers around my ankles<br />and the sock still hanging from my penis<br /><br />the internet is littered<br />with the sloppy personal pages<br />of grinning 20somethings<br />ages frozen on the terminal<br />like it was a tombstone<br /><br />some must have moved on<br />to nice jobs and nice families<br />others must have died<br />from car accidents or suicide<br />from bad drugs or good drugs<br /><br />they are so beautiful<br />in these pictures<br />with their perfect hair and perfect teeth<br />they pose like fashion models<br />their outfits hug their tight bodies<br /><br />i was that age once<br />but i was never beautiful<br />my youth came and left<br />like a delivery man<br />at the door of an empty houseUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950233457822055451.post-44418456951118895862008-01-28T08:33:00.000-08:002008-01-28T08:34:38.158-08:00i and iwhere were you last night?<br /><br />i went to a party.<br /><br />was it fun?<br /><br />bob marley’s son was there.<br /><br />which one?<br /><br />what?<br /><br />which one of his sons was there?<br /><br />oh. i don't know. he had dreads.<br /><br />was it damian?<br /><br />which one is damian?<br /><br />he's the one that raps.<br /><br />no. his name was JAH or something.<br /><br />what was he like?<br /><br />i fucked him.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0