Monthly Archives: January 2021

gratuitous jump-cuts

Born Again I’ve been healed, but it’s going to be a rainy day tomorrow. It was revealed to me that profligacy leads to losing scrapers and brushes — and uncontrolled oven fires… or was it oven fries? I’m not sure. … Continue reading

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the cogs thunder

Doomsday Clock I am the keeper of the Doomsday Clock. I know what will happen to us. I know how the world ends, but I don’t tell you. I’ll keep you in the dark. I stopped the hands on the … Continue reading

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mighty good leader

Click on the play button above to watch my short film iii. mighty good leader. “Everything faded into mist. The past was erased, the erasure was forgotten, the lie became truth.” — George Orwell / 1984

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seething altered state

film drama is the opium of the masses dziga vertov’s camera eyedetaches its retina – click, whir – a reddish yellow massof seething altered state kino-kism: glowingwhite-hot to-blue eye, the whirring swallows the grayincandescent sky “What we remember from childhood … Continue reading

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eating the universe (redux)

Exiles In the Land of Kakistocracy I.  A Conversation in the Time of Galamatias: Our salad days are filled with bitter herbs and intractable roots —Not so much a salad, but a melangeOf weeds and thistles —Indelicate things in our … Continue reading

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wha’?!

WTF just happened? Wha’?! Below you’ll find a book review I wrote yesterday when there was some semblance of normalcy in the ether. I spent the entire afternoon and evening doing what is most inimical to writing — watching history unspool … Continue reading

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thee only method

How I Became The Scarified Boy (a thingamajiggy) This takes place everywhere and nowhere at once. At the center of a spin art piece before the paint reticulates out; in manifold dusty, dark spaces; in destitute backyards choked with crabgrass; … Continue reading

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title & such here

All that and the other stuff goes here… “We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our lives.” — Toni Morrison / Nobel Prize Lecture

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why not gag

erasure poem #1321 freedom, of course, is meaningless, so worthless that no one except you cares whether you are free others fail to care why not gag? *** The Left Hand of Darkness / Ursula K. Le Guin (1969) I … Continue reading

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driving his inner child

Edenic Memories During Jailhouse Enemas 1. His mother and father died when he was 15, and his first super-8 film was of chalk drawings in darkened spaces: where he imagines the poses and places where his people died. 2. On … Continue reading

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