Monthly Archives: November 2019

malevolence with an erection, waiting…

    windblown it’s not today anymore a bruised child  in yellow terry cloth flew past my window   windblown          barn bits  and green cornfield detritus speckled the turbid sky   it opened up and spat … Continue reading

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my head is being mended

alight The oscitant oscillator was stuck at the 4 o’clock position, and the fan head was feeling unruly.  But it was the constant breeze on his bald pate that got his attention. “What the…“ The fan head was stationary but … Continue reading

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thanks for the memories…

… of white dwarves and fiery red giants I read that men who have trouble falling asleep have a twenty five percent chance of dying earlier.  I vow to never sleep again…  Then the memory drops in again: Violence flares out … Continue reading

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happy extirpation holiday, you!

someone is bound to celebrate this hegemonic tragedy… why not us? let’s give thanks for love that misses its mark.  this is one of my films (above)… and this: is my hero, giving thanks the way we should give thanks … Continue reading

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you’re such the deipnosophist, dear!

(continued from 11/25/19) 31 pieces of the auto-sedition quilt (xxvi – xxvii)   On the last day of the month, on the news: Miners discover a baby 700 feet below ground with a Sun Ra tattoo on its back.  No … Continue reading

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when mama was moth

(continued from 11/24/19) 31 pieces of the auto-sedition quilt (xxii — xxv) Cool handbills posted in Maria’s neighborhood say:  Every first Thursday Jesus Drinks Free: free Soul, R n B, Country, and Gospel starting at 8pm at the Jeannie Johnson … Continue reading

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you are like the tuber of calcaneus

(continued from 11/23/19) 31 pieces of the auto-sedition quilt (xvii — xxi) On 19 January 2020 Maria wrote in her journal: It’s been six days since I fell through the crack.  I’m spiraling down depression way again.  The crack has … Continue reading

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…reminds me of dr. strangelove’s voice

(continued from 11/22/19) 31 pieces of the auto-sedition quilt (xiii — xvi) “I’m from the northern part of the state, and we don’t see this kind of nonsense up there.  It’s just not done this way where I’m from.”  Milton … Continue reading

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my kickshaw rickshaw

(continued from 11/21/19) 31 pieces of the auto-sedition quilt (ix — xii) On day three of the new year Maria found herself near Holguin, Cuba.  The campesinos in the fields seemed appropriate for the campestral scene she was painting, but the … Continue reading

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a penchant for pariah perplexes

(continued from 11/20/19) 31 pieces of the auto-sedition quilt (v – viii) On the last day of 2019 he told me: “It was sometime in October of 1940, when Mom was a five-month-old fetus, that she developed the egg that … Continue reading

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