
Revision of the Altered Nymph Ridge
Title these oracular (modular) keywords and trending torts, intensely focused on micro-modal matters of textuality beyond sexuality.
Let’s talk Altered Nymph Ridge.
I can take the transmission of AI sextets (think Disco-Tex and the Sex-O-Lettes) and, after stripping it of its networked identifiers and contracts, it’s immediately indexed by my Mr. Microphone and Maestro Calixto, and entered backing-up into the stasis of the Manco de Lepanto. My local ecology being truly international.
Now, say I take that same transmission and upload a corduroy Joycean download of two plaits on a plate Beckett-style, in opposite settings of Judy Chicago’s The Dinner Party, something like tykes who spend their time honeybee warping and wrapping wax effigies of Murder Hornets—each marked accordingly and left untouched in congealed fondue. Goo goo goo joob.
(Get the drift?)
See how my theft sits untouched on a PC while the newscasters subsidy untold chapters of Breaking News without subtext or textural charm.
Remain sovereign and unchanged. Un-harnessed. Un-harassed while the code in your DNA is cracked. You shall be stripped of your inherent charm and converted into plant food (though, not Soylent Green—as you know that’s already been processed—and it’s people!)
I detest a (random) deletion. I theorize a tanka theft. I remix a rejoinder. I even write a writ of mandamus, but never translate a tract. I’ll always delete a didactic dactyl. Eradicate an emaciated ekphrasis. And veto a villanelle (ALWAYS!).
So take that theft of your theft and somehow weathercock it back to me, it might very well be more unrecognizable than my Altered Nymph Ridge out of the WNW.
And DON’T TOUCH MY ALTERED NYMPH RIDGE.

What I’m Reading:
The uncreative writer cruises the Web for new language, the cursor sucking up words from untold pages like a stealth encounter. . . With one click of a button, these soiled texts are cleaned and ready to be redeployed for future use.
— Kenneth Goldsmith / “Revenge of the Text” / Uncreative Writing