Monthly Archives: November 2019

31 pieces of the auto-sedition quilt (i – iv) These were the first words Garcilazo spoke when Maria finished drilling the hole in his head:  This is plundergraphia.  This is Flarf.  This is Newlipo.  This borders on Google-sculpting.  Remove me … Continue reading →

sometimes little bull fights: I recently received this transmission via email.  I don’t know who sent it.  It came from The Ether Foundation.  And while I’ve never heard of the foundation or know of anyone who knows said foundation, the e-missive … Continue reading →

hit the mute button i need to say something: I couldn’t play the guitar.  And I didn’t want to go about looking for drumsticks, and plastic tubs to overturn to drum.  I didn’t have enough of my own poetry to … Continue reading →