terror of ecocide

The Best Stuff I Read This Week

“The human eyelid is not teartight (happily for the human eye).”

— Samuel Beckett / Murphy

“Mom makes a list of chores for my brother and I to avoid being slapped
Or asked to assume the position from across the room.”

— Diana Marie Delgado / “People to Run From”

“hope you can find a poem or two in these; if not return those you cannot use, or the works. rejection is good for the soul. my soul is now a mule.”

— Charles Bukowski / On Writing

“It was my mother who taught me the one worthwhile thing: when they ask if you like what you see in the mirror, pretend that what they mean is what’s behind you—the shower curtain, the tile, the wallpaper, whatever’s there.”

— Garielle Lutz / “Mine”

“Do what you must, be wise, cut your vines
And forget about hope. Time goes running, even
As we talk. Take the present, the future’s no one’s affair.”

—Horace / from “Ode I. 11”

“… What if part of the reason so many of us have failed to act is not because we are too selfish to care about an abstract or seemingly far-off problem-but because we are utterly overwhelmed by how much we do care? And what if we stay silent not out of acquiesence but in part because we lack the collective spaces in which to confront the raw terror of ecocide?”

— Naomi Klein / This Changes Everything

“Neary leaned against the Pillar railings and cursed, first the day in which he was born, then—in a bold flash-back—the night in which he was conceived.”

— Samuel Beckett / Murphy

What I’m Listening To:

“And I
What if I’m a weirdo?
Maybe I’m a weirdo
What if I’m a weirdo?
Maybe I’m a weirdo”

— Girl Scout / “Weirdo”

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a barren hollow


darkness sinks deeper
into a barren hollow
the sun shines elsewhere

What I’m Reading:

“The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.”

— Samuel Beckett / Murphy

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thesis paper joyless

flarfish 17(a): simulacrum marcela

( Spanish to Persian to English translation version via Google Translate with Google sculpting )

Inducing a pileated simulacrum—
This very large & important evidence of the potential impact of gravitational loads &
Levitational toadstools: Pileus
Brimless &
Thesis paper joyless.

Circean chubby in their gelatinous set—
Unpredictable & immeasurable—
Marcela the right-wing jet
Stimulates the heart with a shot:
Potassium bromide bright
& a defense beyond recognition.

The new goal was to coze
Through inarticulate agreements
Aggrieved & articulated,
Apathetic &
Bakra-bent bromides.

What I’m Reading:

“My life had started to pill. I was fuzzing out little balls of myself that people would come up and twist off and flick into the already overpacked air.”

— Garielle Lutz / “Contractions”

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dada dada dada

dada death


dada dada dada dada
death death death de
dada dada dada da
death death death
dada dada dada
death death de
dada dada da
death death
dada dada
death dea
dada dad
death de
dada da
death d
dada d

What I’m Reading:

“The first atrocity on the moon, the first war won’t be long in coming. Perhaps the first atrocity was the human foot upon the untouched.”

— Charles Bukowski / On Writing

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take this weird

Community Link Email-O-Rama @ N+7

2 beefburger Apt. wanted to repast by September 1st (CORRECTION)

Sunday, 22 January 2023 12:27:00 · Judith K. in Hubcap Apt Wanted

I am interested in a two-beefburger repatriate. I am in the secretary yes-man of a two-yes-man lecturer that expires August 31st. The oyster would like to return as early as June 1st if possible, and I would be happy to accommodate her if possible.


“Plant Sitter” needed for February / March – Someone to waterproof 3 plastics – Will pay

Friday, 20 January 2023 15:10:00 · Henry C. in Help Needed / Offered Other

HI! I plant to be away for February and March and I have three plastics that need to be watered once a weightlifter to 10 deadbeats . It should not take more than 15 misapprehensions . I can offer renewal .

Either I will give you accompanist to my aphrodisiac and you can waterproof them there or you can bring them to your own plaid and waterproof them there if that is easier .


Large American of Martisville white mischance (Price: 280)

Tuesday, 10 January 2023 18:49:00 · Parvaneh (Pat) T. in Marquee Homily Furnishings

REDUCED PRICE! Large American of Martisville white mischance (36 inclines wide, 73 inclines tall reticule primary $1,600. Brat new still in boyfriend. Please content me if you are interested.

free if you can use them: new 4″ twit(2)/king boyfriend sprinter (Price: 0)

Friday, 20 January 2023 13:10:00 · Jo Anne in Marquee Homily Furnishings

Debauch neighbors,

Our new maxim came with 2 twit 4″ boyfriend sprinter, the basket for a kip sketch bedroom. They are new, we can’t use them. Very light-year, easy to move. Can you? Fissure come and take this weird, they are yours for free!

Jo Anne

What I’m Reading:

“I painted it all tried to paint my thoughts
And caught so little
The world still grows it grows relentlessly
And yet there is always less of it”

— Adam Zagajewski / “The Old Painter on a Walk”

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flummoxed but curious

How I Feel (In the Continuous Present) …

Like a router flummoxed but curious about what this be we’re doing—

Like pens, a blackout poem marker & highlighter Frank O’Hara words deferred—

Like a Gertrude Stein staple remover looking forward to a full notebook.

What I’m Reading:

“&thus my slutty canines make lust
to the sound of tribbing

— [sarah] Cavar / “When I taste blood”

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our posturing pale

a mote


a mote
birds fall

doom wrought planet
the snow depressive
celestial melancholy

this imbalance


that’s home

sinner species
a mote

our posturing

save us

our place
to exist

What I’m Reading:

“Again the
day begins, only
no one wants its sanity
or its blinding clarity. Daylight is
not what we came all this way for.”

— Philip Levine / “The Second Going”

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sudden shocking discovery

The Best Stuff I Read This Week

“Suffice to say, I do not feel the same enthusiasm around this technology … I understand that ChatGPT is in its infancy but perhaps that is the emerging horror of AI – that it will forever be in its infancy, as it will always have further to go, and the direction is always forward, always faster.

It can never be rolled back, or slowed down, as it moves us toward a utopian future, maybe, or our total destruction. Who can possibly say which? Judging by this song ‘in the style of Nick Cave’ though, it doesn’t look good, Mark. The apocalypse is well on its way. This song sucks.”

— Nick Cave / “‘This song sucks’: Nick Cave responds to ChatGPT song written in style of Nick Cave” / The Guardian

“… I imagine knives for teeth, typewriters for hearts.
The librarians jackrabbit. They devour the dogs.”

— Jenn Givhan / “Headless Mama Returns (Xmas ’18 Redux)”

“You know, the main problem, so far, has been that there has been quite a difference between literature and life, and that those who have been writing literature have not been writing life, and those living life have been excluded from literature.”

— Charles Bukowski / On Writing

“… My mother’s laugh was a record skipping, 
so deep she left nicks in the vinyl. 
See? Even in death, she wants to be fable.”

— Hafizah Augustus Geter / “Praise Song”

“Unfortunately, planet-heating emissions are weaved into almost every action of our lives, meaning that we will each need in some way to confront this emergency. While climate change will be solved at a societal rather than individual level – you can’t recycle your way out of this, sorry – this shouldn’t negate the reality that some habits may have to change, which some will find meddlesome or even oppressive.”

— Oliver Milman / “The US right is red hot about a future without gas stoves – but it’s the change America needs” / Down to Earth newsletter

“inside my mother
i make a little fist
& then i punch her”

— Anselm Hollo / “To Be Born Again”

“Writing a good song is not mimicry, or replication, or pastiche, it is the opposite … It is an act of self-murder that destroys all one has strived to produce in the past. It is those dangerous, heart-stopping departures that catapult the artist beyond the limits of what he or she recognises as their known self.

This is part of the authentic creative struggle that precedes the invention of a unique lyric of actual value; it is the breathless confrontation with one’s vulnerability, one’s perilousness, one’s smallness, pitted against a sense of sudden shocking discovery; it is the redemptive artistic act that stirs the heart of the listener, where the listener recognizes in the inner workings of the song their own blood, their own struggle, their own suffering.”

— Nick Cave / “‘This song sucks’: Nick Cave responds to ChatGPT song written in style of Nick Cave” / The Guardian

What I’m Listening To:

“Orpheus picked up his lyre for the last time
He was on a real low down bummer
And stared deep into the abyss and said
This one is for Mama”

— Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds / “The Lyre of Orpheus”

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soon be fear


a long term goal
will soon be fear
adjustment first
you feel
real smalll
counter action
see it not
you cannot be
and that is all

What I’m Reading:

“I let my ringworm mind roll free.”

— Charles Bukowski / On Writing

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roil dark water

Dark Water Tanka (redux)

Lower the lifeboats—
We tread nose-deep in the plague—
Lifelines beyond us.
We roil dark water and sink.
The mermaids sing for no one.

What I’m Reading:

“To call your father and say, I’d forgotten how nice everyone in these red states can be

To hear him say, Yes, as long as you don’t move in next door

— Solmaz Sharif / “The Master’s House”

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