Saturday, October 1, 2016

Armageddon Boil-off


AMBITION

When I was a kid, I heard a really, really scary story in which the moral was to suppress desires as they arose and turn them over to the authorities. But now I’m a long way from the campfire, a mystical cornball in a place of cruel beauty, enjoying the stir created by the ceiling fan and spiced with positive ions. My mission is to stream live branded entertainment into every Service Department waiting area in North America.


LASHED AND LASERED

In the beginning was TV. Then there was the Big Shatter. Pieces of TV created a universe. Tinier shards are constantly being discovered still, we collect them and call them devices. One murky night after ending the crazy insane lunacy of my 12-tone stage, I danced with acrobats and office assistants. When garment lines became symptomatic I had to look away, their physiques were too bright to watch without incurring retinal damage. Like staring at an eclipse is what it was, or Ulysses lashed and lasered and listening. At the tribe casino I ziplined to recovery, with Cleopatra providing joy, resilience, and healing.


CIVIC RESPONSIBILITIES

Minotaurs trending to the factory outlet bonus tag rebate sale, heeding the traffic light, respecting each others’ hopes and fears, aiding each other to advance and delight. With complete happiness downloaded directly to their rewards cards, it was like all right let’s go as the signal changed.


HEY RACHEL WHAT DOES YOUR BOYFRIEND DRIVE ANYWAY?

She commutes to the alternate universe in a leased vehicle under individually wrapped auspices and with an earthquake squeezed into a suspicious package. Supernal laziness prevents an overactive imagination from fronting the wrong party, but she swears to God the daily toll from tweaking the smart white oligarchs with post colonial questions and fighting the professoriat with brooms and tongs exceeds that of being in the ICU. With the skittish orioles back and forth between the tree and the Juniper Flats jelly we put out for them, and the smaller birds at the seed feeders in a frenzy of husks and feathers and shit flying everywhere, the world is insane.


MOTHER BASE INVADED

I love watching the treasured item appraisal shows on TV, laughing at the disappointment and stupidity that shocks the faces of the owners, like a cow that just had the wind knocked out of it, when their precious heirloom gets appraised for shit, and laughing even harder when they get told the price “at auction” would be lower still.


BAD DECISIONS

He is not respect the women. Employing parasites on a regular basis. They managed to stole a million dollars the piece of shit whore (accountant) never wrote the amounts because a client was paying cash to her.


ASK ME

She threw a colorful bouquet of flowers, vase and all, on our bed one time out of anger when I left for Dodger Stadium without her. And that’s about all I know of romantic relationships.


GLOBALIZATION OUTPOST

This is the place. Wind brachiating through the trees, surging like choppy water. Chemically imbalanced woodpeckers and other ill-attended sovereigns unable to afford insurance fill the debtors’ prisons in periodic roundups by police, flushing and replacing them with synthetics. Eight boats, 232 anglers. Trained like dogs to stay behind the invisible electronic fence. There’s a lot of movement at the line of scrimmage. Trash day war drums being beaten red, raw, inflamed, infuriated, infected. A biodiverse beginning to the homogenous day.


A WHAT?

The message on my screen says You are missing out on a smoother, faster experience. I’m thinking what are we talking about? The day stewed on in its own territorialized puree, tranquility-fouled, like a shots fired call every five minutes. Just as I finished clearing the mint from beneath the apricot tree, Dana and Sparrow burst into the yard, profound day dreamsters, emplumed resonators, prayer flags moved by the same wind that inspirits prayer flags and music from trees. We talked and drank like we was deadheading east.


MY HORSE IS STILL RUNNING

I knew I’d written my final dewy-eyed impromptu behind drawn curtains at the bitter end of an unsuccessful afternoon that had begun at Portland Meadows. A composition of harsh whistles and melismatic scoring, an ode to my greatest fear—that I’ll be expected to believe the official absurdities while aging disgracefully—blubbering like a coffee maker concluding its brew.


AVERAGE NIGHTLY RATE

My head is the hotel where journalists and anthropologists gather, red wine, blue lamps, rainy winter night, the map of our empire spread on the table before us—Africa, Asia, parts of Europe, and Australia back in business as a penal colony—staring at it like slot machine players stare at the desserts in the buffet, rubbing their hands out of habit over the sneeze guard. That sort of traditional, you could say strictness, that a person should have a dream, that if you try your best your dream will come true.


STEWARDSHIP

I don’t know whether I should just pick up the lake and move it because of the cyanobacteria, or allow enthusiasts to bring lawn chairs and sit beneath the pergola. People have been trying to lose weight since the beginning of the Bronze Age. Movement is substance. Empathy is in short supply, sympathy vanished. The mountain peak hid in a knitted cap of fog pulled low over its head. Either way, I need to get me some universal trimmer line. I’m out not hiding under sunny skies, trust me.


WITH THE CANDLESTICK

Cosplay event goers at the Multispecies Ecosystem Megaplex suffered weight loss gains as flowering burlap glitched unexpectedly and completely covered the to do pile. The blush wine with the cabriole legs had stopped breathing by the time emergency crews arrived. Sun and shadows lay in each others’ arms on the roof. Behind the yellow tape, rabbits were eating apricots and watching along with the neighborhood Tiffany lamps and leather-bound books that walked over to take a look, art work from Dahomey (the name I prefer to Benin). I’m sure the extra toothbrush was left out on purpose. A clew even I could pick up on.


A VERY FRANK BRIDGE

Interactivity is the worst concept ever. It fouls the conservatory. Interactivity is nothing more than off-gassing vertically discharged horizontal rage, causing Earth to rotate faster. And then I remembered bringing ice up to the room, and why; so I rose from the chair. Isn’t there another way out?




Thursday, September 29, 2016

Mmmm Hmmm

ABILENE

Animal style.


INTUITION

The square footage of my heart.


RABOBANK

Night Deposit.


LUDOVICO AND JARROD

Ideas flying like divots.


NO LIVES MATTER

So get off that kick.
 

CINEMATO

Grapher
.

MATCHMAKING INDUSTRY

My livelihood.


CORPORATE RULES

Jump jump jump.


DOUBLE MEAT AND CHEESE

Based on a true story.


EXTRA SAVINGS

3 days only.


VIRALITY

The cheddar to better.


TV

I forgot I had TV.


ONE AND ONE

A swing and a miss.
One and two.


 TRAFFIC CONTROL

Car junked in dandelions.


CHAOS IN A BOX

News-covered cherries.


VOTE BY BOAT

Booty shorts!


CONTENT STRATEGIST

Enabler and victim.


SONGBIRDS FIGHTING TOOTH AND NAIL

Furious children in a candy store.


TRUCK STOP JAMMIES

America’s favorite jammies.


DILDO

Father figurine.


OPPORTUNITY

For what.


JUNIOR WARRIORS FOOTBALL

Sign up today!


PAUL REVERE

Unlimited mileage.


THE WRONG LUBRICANT

That’s one thought.


GARAGE DOOR

Groaning like a motherfucker.


TWO MINUTE DRILL

Sponsored by the Association of Living Foyers.
And bread vendors near you.


FOREPLAY

Pre-plunder.


SKIPPING TO 7

You already know how to do 6?
Then let’s skip to 7.


HAIR NETS AND CONDOMS

Issued by the Department of Hope and Serenity.


PICK UP TRUCK

And a little-ass trailer no bigger than this table.


WORKING TO OBLITERATE THE I

Inventory clearance event.


A ZERO BILL

This could be you!




Saturday, September 24, 2016

Very Like Hey


OK YESTERDAY

It was so funny.


AND I KNOW CUBBY

I told Cubby.


THEY’RE NOT REALLY

I mean they are.


UNLESS YOU HAD LIKE

Sanitary scissors.


BUT YEAH

A little.
But no.


HE’S KIND OF GOING

Oh wait a minute.


A LOT WILL

A lot won’t.
But a lot will.


SHE WAS VERY LIKE HEY

So I think one of the things.


YEAH JUST WHAT

I’ve been yeah.


WHAT DID YOU

I mean.


NEXT THING YOU KNOW IT’S LIKE

I don’t even know.


YEAH SO I MEAN

And they're like.


AND I TOLD HER I SAID

You’ve got to realize.


TELL YOU WHAT

I was shocked.


OBVIOUSLY HE

And then all of a sudden.


TO FUNCTION

Four hours.


I JUST SAY THAT BECAUSE

We’re like.


OH  YEAH ABOUT YEAH SO

I OK projecting.


I WAS LIKE OH

You know?


WHICH WAIT OK

It gets crazier.


LIKE SOMETIMES I FEEL

He kind of fucking burned his own bridges.


COME TO FIND OUT

There are two new Ruhis.


I’LL LEAVE HIM A HEY WE’D LIKE TO

The guy has yeah.


I WILL SAY

And I mean look.


SO I’M JUST LIKE

I’m like yeah, you know?


I SAID OH REALLY

Just the fact that its probably.


WITH HIM

You never know.


BUT I THINK THAT

In an effort to whatever.


AND HE WAS LIKE

He was like.
I mean.


I SAID WHAT?

And then I go like this.







Thursday, September 22, 2016

Hot Right Into the Weekend




MY NEW GIG 

From a distance, the houses built into the side of the mountain looked like a community of bento boxes and apothecary jars. I have been living out of a suitcase for the past few weeks, and keeping the Thursday/Saturday schedule has been a challenge, but so far I’ve been up to it.  

So after watching a tribute to Juan Gabriel on t.v. and reading the semi-annual report of one of the investment products in my portfolio, I spent much of the remainder of the morning at a café attempting to develop a new aesthetic.  

The job is like a volunteer vacation, except I’m getting paid. I miss my desert abode, but the beach is cool. And it dawns on me (dawn: opening shot in a movie, first notes in a score, when the curtain rises in a play, first line in a poem, opening sentence in a novel) that I tilt toward what in this cultural meme is called Language Poetry. An affinity is what I have. In Tokyo I was developing this style, studying poets and artists and filmmakers and the choreographers (Balanchine:  “There are no new steps only new combinations.”) all to the background of Japanese language.  


ONE MAN SHOW POSTPONED 

I’ve had to postpone for several weeks the opening of my one man show, where I will I play all four roles in Edward Albee’s “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf,” modeling my performance on the over the top work of Elizabeth Taylor, Richard Burton, Sandy Dennis (ah, Sandy Dennis) and George Segal. This for sure tour de force will be rescheduled for late winter or early spring of next year. The postponement is out of respect for Mr. Albee who died recently.


STOP ME IF YOU’VE HEARD THIS BEFORE 

There is so much good writing out there in the world. So much from all over. The internet is huge in making it available. Huge. Good poetry showing up in my feeds, emails, and just from surfing. From India, Mexico, France, Nigeria, translated into English, though most of what I’ve been reading online recently is English/American.


SHOUT OUTS 

Alexis Fancher: She is a poet of acclaim (frequent publishing, Best American Poetry series, etc.) and a photographer who chronicles the downtown scene of the most interesting city in the world, Los Angeles. DTLA is how she acronyms it, and I re-live vicariously through her images my old neighborhood. When I was a student at USC at would get tired of the campus huff and fluff, I would go to downtown LA and lose myself in its myriad ways. Ms. Fancher’s photographs remind me of those fine hours. 

Neil Novello: A video artist working in several genres—journalism, arts, documentary, etc—and has also risked his professional reputation by making videos interpreting my work—and he is currently on a speaking tour in the U.S. 


VISION STATEMENT 

Sequences and observations, episodic threads of vocalized pauses, aural punctuation and verbal fillers that accessorize discourse in public spaces and common places (such as offices, snack bars, waiting rooms, etc.) written in poetic form (although maybe not poetry in the usual sense of the word).

SHOP TALK 


 Kenner in The Pound Era distinguishes three “principles” that arise here and in Pound’s other workings from that time.  These are worth setting down here, as a way to get us started: 1. the vers-libre principle, that the single line is the unit of composition [this has the vaguest connection to classical Chinese but is crucial to how Pound sets out in his “translations”]; 2. the Imagist principle, that a poem may build its effects out of things it sets before the mind’s eye by naming them; 3. the lyrical principle, that words or names, being ordered in time, are bound together and recalled into each other’s presence by recurrent sounds.  [These last two show a connection to aspects of Chinese poetry that Pound may have sensed through Fenollosa/Mori and that Yip articulates more clearly over a half-century later.]



These principles are money. Let me repeat:  each of these principles? Money. 


SHOP TALK 2 

Rothenberg continues:   

Moving away from translation and appropriation as such, Pound’s work in Cathay shows a way of making poetry from lists of words – connected or not at their origin.  As a form of systemic or process poetry, this has been utilized by Jackson Mac Low in his Asymmetries and Light Poems, by David Antin in his Meditations, by me in The Lorca Variations, and by various other poets both in America and elsewhere.  This we might call, after Mac Low, the nuclei principle. 


Ditto this principle.


SLAYED 

By these lines by Gunter Eich, from a poem about his simple possessions as a soldier or POW 

The pencil’s the thing
I love the most:
By day it writes verses
I make up at night.
This is my notebook,
this my rain gear,
this is my towel,
this is my twine.

These appeared on the Facebook recently: three and four liners, quite fine, some longer ones. Highly recommended. 


SHOP TALK 3 

A villain is William Carlos Williams to verbosity.  Here is a tribute: 

SATURDAY

Fuck
Ing
Night
In the sum
Mer
Time.  

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Saturday, September 17, 2016

No Ordinary Sailing


CONGRATULATIONS

You’ve been preselected!


CAN WE DO IT WHEN WE GET OFF THE LIKE

Oh but he wants to uh.


IT’S WEIRD

It’s weird.
It’s like.
Weird.
You know?


HE WAS ASKED HEY WAIT A MINUTE

What about Jerzy?


ARE YOU HERE FOR A WEEK

Or a month?
Or both?


AND THAT’S THE THING

You know?


I BOUGHT A LOTTERY TICKET

To eat it and get high.


HE IS

Very nice.
Very gentle.


IT WORKED ONCE BEFORE

With a scratcher.


BY LAW YOU NEED TO

Whether or not.


BUT I TELL YOU WHAT

Most people really feel.


ARE YOU?

Can you?


RIGHT YEAH

But I mean.


WELL I TOLD THEM

What happened is.


THEY ASKED ME THEY SAID UH

Oh well no, they wouldn’t say.


SHE GOT A JOB

The sister did.


I ALWAYS

There’s so much.


BUT IT’S A MATTER OF

You know.


WHY?

Why would she have a melt down?
Oh.
Oh.


PROBABLY BY THE TIME YOU ADD IT ALL UP

Two-thirds.


I’M SO NOT LIKE THAT

And she is.


I HEARD TODAY

Jerzy told me.


IF YOU’RE SCRAMBLING

The last thing you need is.


THEY TRIED TO

Hang me basically completely out to dry.


THE REAL QUESTION IS YEAH

Why’d it take so long?


YOU DON’T HAVE TO KEEP REMINDING ME

I know.
I know.
Get in the car.


I THOUGHT IT WAS THE LAW

It is the law.




Thursday, September 15, 2016

#1 Live Streaming!


ALL I HAVE TO DO IS STREAM

Strea-ea-ea-ea-eam, stream, stream, stream.
Strea-ea-ea-ea-eam, stream, stream, stream.


THE BEST KEPT NOT EVEN SECRET

Just that nobody pays that much of attention.


ANYTIME NIGHT OR DAY

Only trouble is gee whiz I’m streaming my life away.


LIVE FROM THE GLITTERING COSMOS

Where the stars come to relax and dine.


I KNOW ALL THE HEADLINERS

But I tell you what.


SHE’S BEEN IN EVERYTHING

You’ve seen her in so many things.


MARIANA PEREZ Y LAS PALOMAS DE SAN MATEO

Based on a true koinkydink.


SLEEP SHOPPE SALES CINDERELLA

Meets the man of her dreams online.


SHE SEEMS

While being.


THAT’S REALLY SOMETHING

When you think about clickability.


I LOVE HER WORK

She’s in L.A.
Taping Kimmel.


TALK ABOUT

Highballing to stardom.


SHE KNOWS HOW TO GET A DANCE FLOOR GOING

On best dressed lists everywhere.


NOW GOSH

I’ve known this guy.


LET’S JUST SAY THE MOST SOUGHT AFTER

He knocks it down.


MY BUDDY

A huge music guy.


DROPPED SATIDDY

Going wide.


OH BABY

Already charted to number one.


HE COULDN’T BE HERE

Multiple gunshot wounds.
Gang related or something personal.
Not sure.


HEY LISTEN

Talk about vocal emissions!


LADY SPECTRUM IS WITH US

She’s got grace.
She’s got chutzpah.
She’s a fireball.


SHOW STOPPING

Internationally renowned.
She floods the room with positive ions.


PLAYING ALL THE BIGGEST

Breakthrough career defining hits.


ALWAYS TRENDING SO CREATIVELY

Crazy hot.


SHE GOT MARRIED IN GREECE

Now she lives in Alabama.


I SAID

Who has done more than you for me?


HER LYRICS REALLY GO RIGHT THROUGH YOU

Irresistibly flavored sequences.


SHE’S ALWAYS TELLING ME

Make sure yours is 529 or higher.


PROPHETIC

Or apocryphal?
Find out right after this.




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Saturday, September 10, 2016

The Esplanade


THIS NEW

To me at least.
Having it when we.


IT’S A LITTLE

It’s not too.


SO LONG AS NOBODY FALLS

Asleep, we’re good.


SO NO YEAH THAT’S

I mean.


DUDE SAYS TIME

Is an ever-reconfiguring network of hyper-intense becoming.


WHICH I DON’T KNOW

I've never done this before.


ARE YOU A GROUP?

I said.
She’s all.


SO YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED DON’T YOU?

Which the thought was very nice by the way.


I TOLD HER I SAID

You'll get cool badges.


THIS GUY YEAH

He competes.
He really does.


THE ONE THAT’S

All modern and everything.


THEY SAID THE SAME THING TO ME

I wouldn’t read too much into it.


I MEAN I THINK SO BUT

Neither one of them’s got a job.


ASK YOURSELF

Kung Fu Panda 3?


TO ME I DON’T KNOW

I see a sign.


THAT’S THE OTHER GODDAM THING

I got working against me
Is the motherfucking heat.


AND HE SAID GO AHEAD

The polygon is absolutes only.


IF YOU HADN’T DID THAT

Just think.


I’VE SEEN WHERE

Rewards points start breeding like quail.


YEAH BUT NO YOU’RE RIGHT

And mostly.


THE CUPCAKES, REMEMBER?

It’s not about me.


YES, I KNOW

And the very next morning.


I’M AS OUT THERE AS I EVER HOPED

I just need somebody on my side, man.


WAS IT THE EIGHT TWELVE EL KAY?

Or the X One Nine?


THEN THERE WAS THE BIKER

I go now what?


ONCE YOU START

Beauty hits traffic.


ASK FOR MY BOY DAZ

He’ll hook you up.