Monthly Archives: June 2020

Verfremdungseffekt Hey, Shklovsky! Whadda’ doin’ over there? Huh? Singing? Whadda’ ya’? A troubadour or something? I got that troubadour ballads book from the library, and now I got all the great songs here for my uke. What’s a uke? My … Continue reading →

Idle Class Chatter “Just carry a glass or something.” “I’ve heard the most intriguing things about you.” (light classical tune is playing) “Really?” “Will no one hold you accountable?” “Me? Never. You?” “I don’t know. But I feel like we’re … Continue reading →

Ingmar Bergman’s Fuse Box A black hole lives here It pulls all energy and hope In, merely to obliterate it all There isn’t any waste There is no byproduct There is no “is” This is June “There is a word: … Continue reading →

flarfish 67: blue bangle tangle thin sterling, silver cuff, hand hammered tangled up in blue and i love it! cord comfortable and fused more often than you would like? thorny gold and silver vines bind you tight in its inexorable … Continue reading →

Parsnip with Pomegranate Tendencies Use this taro chip as your viaticum, the priest says. Where am I? In a priest driven ambulance, he says. Good luck, the one in the passenger seat says. What are you going to do about … Continue reading →

Thee All Purpose Bedtime Story “Get your xenograft ideas away from me. Take off that stretchy, crappy underwear. I’m showering tomorrow morning. Clean. Clean pajamas. All right sleepy time for me. Nice and cold. Yes. It’s going to stay cold … Continue reading →

no hay compunctions ¡coño viejos! / just enough to keep moving / thee old folks r frazzled / speaking in tongues / say things they never said in public when they minds were right / right-right / but they hearts … Continue reading →

flarfish 29: alow hyperbole She had studding-sails out alow and aloft, with a light but steady breeze Whether it’s true or mere hyperbole is not the point those passages where the Hebrews by hyperbole ascribe recipes in Arabic, even though … Continue reading →

“The question is not whether Lincoln truly meant ‘government of the people’ but what our country has, throughout its history, taken the political term ‘people’ to actually mean.” — Ta-Nehisi Coates / Between The World And Me

A Stiction Fiction “You fill me with stiction.” “Friction?” “No. Stiction. “Shouldn’t it be inertia?” “No, stiction, damn it!” “Sorry, I don’t know what that is.” He was filled with a horror and a hate so acute at that instant … Continue reading →