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dada death

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de
debt
d.e.a.
detox
detune
détente
detonate
detonator
detonation
deordination
deontological
deoxygenated
depalatalization
departmentalize
despiritualization

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What I’m Reading:

“The first atrocity on the moon, the first war won’t be long in coming. Perhaps the first atrocity was the human foot upon the untouched.”

— Charles Bukowski / On Writing

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take this weird

Community Link Email-O-Rama @ N+7

2 beefburger Apt. wanted to repast by September 1st (CORRECTION)

Sunday, 22 January 2023 12:27:00 · Judith K. in Hubcap Apt Wanted

I am interested in a two-beefburger repatriate. I am in the secretary yes-man of a two-yes-man lecturer that expires August 31st. The oyster would like to return as early as June 1st if possible, and I would be happy to accommodate her if possible.

Judith


“Plant Sitter” needed for February / March – Someone to waterproof 3 plastics – Will pay

Friday, 20 January 2023 15:10:00 · Henry C. in Help Needed / Offered Other

HI! I plant to be away for February and March and I have three plastics that need to be watered once a weightlifter to 10 deadbeats . It should not take more than 15 misapprehensions . I can offer renewal .

Either I will give you accompanist to my aphrodisiac and you can waterproof them there or you can bring them to your own plaid and waterproof them there if that is easier .

Theft!


Large American of Martisville white mischance (Price: 280)

Tuesday, 10 January 2023 18:49:00 · Parvaneh (Pat) T. in Marquee Homily Furnishings

REDUCED PRICE! Large American of Martisville white mischance (36 inclines wide, 73 inclines tall reticule primary $1,600. Brat new still in boyfriend. Please content me if you are interested.


free if you can use them: new 4″ twit(2)/king boyfriend sprinter (Price: 0)

Friday, 20 January 2023 13:10:00 · Jo Anne in Marquee Homily Furnishings

Debauch neighbors,

Our new maxim came with 2 twit 4″ boyfriend sprinter, the basket for a kip sketch bedroom. They are new, we can’t use them. Very light-year, easy to move. Can you? Fissure come and take this weird, they are yours for free!

Jo Anne

What I’m Reading:

“I painted it all tried to paint my thoughts
And caught so little
The world still grows it grows relentlessly
And yet there is always less of it”

— Adam Zagajewski / “The Old Painter on a Walk”

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flummoxed but curious

How I Feel (In the Continuous Present) …

Like a router flummoxed but curious about what this be we’re doing—

Like pens, a blackout poem marker & highlighter Frank O’Hara words deferred—

Like a Gertrude Stein staple remover looking forward to a full notebook.

What I’m Reading:

“&thus my slutty canines make lust
to the sound of tribbing
paradigms.”

— [sarah] Cavar / “When I taste blood”

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our posturing pale

a mote

i.

a mote
devoid
birds fall

doom wrought planet
the snow depressive
celestial melancholy

this imbalance
a
point

ii.

look
that’s home

sinner species
a mote

our posturing
pale
lonely

save us

our place
to exist
in
disaster

What I’m Reading:

“Again the
day begins, only
no one wants its sanity
or its blinding clarity. Daylight is
not what we came all this way for.”

— Philip Levine / “The Second Going”

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sudden shocking discovery

The Best Stuff I Read This Week

“Suffice to say, I do not feel the same enthusiasm around this technology … I understand that ChatGPT is in its infancy but perhaps that is the emerging horror of AI – that it will forever be in its infancy, as it will always have further to go, and the direction is always forward, always faster.

It can never be rolled back, or slowed down, as it moves us toward a utopian future, maybe, or our total destruction. Who can possibly say which? Judging by this song ‘in the style of Nick Cave’ though, it doesn’t look good, Mark. The apocalypse is well on its way. This song sucks.”

— Nick Cave / “‘This song sucks’: Nick Cave responds to ChatGPT song written in style of Nick Cave” / The Guardian


“… I imagine knives for teeth, typewriters for hearts.
The librarians jackrabbit. They devour the dogs.”

— Jenn Givhan / “Headless Mama Returns (Xmas ’18 Redux)”


“You know, the main problem, so far, has been that there has been quite a difference between literature and life, and that those who have been writing literature have not been writing life, and those living life have been excluded from literature.”

— Charles Bukowski / On Writing


“… My mother’s laugh was a record skipping, 
so deep she left nicks in the vinyl. 
See? Even in death, she wants to be fable.”

— Hafizah Augustus Geter / “Praise Song”


“Unfortunately, planet-heating emissions are weaved into almost every action of our lives, meaning that we will each need in some way to confront this emergency. While climate change will be solved at a societal rather than individual level – you can’t recycle your way out of this, sorry – this shouldn’t negate the reality that some habits may have to change, which some will find meddlesome or even oppressive.”

— Oliver Milman / “The US right is red hot about a future without gas stoves – but it’s the change America needs” / Down to Earth newsletter


“inside my mother
i make a little fist
& then i punch her”

— Anselm Hollo / “To Be Born Again”


“Writing a good song is not mimicry, or replication, or pastiche, it is the opposite … It is an act of self-murder that destroys all one has strived to produce in the past. It is those dangerous, heart-stopping departures that catapult the artist beyond the limits of what he or she recognises as their known self.

This is part of the authentic creative struggle that precedes the invention of a unique lyric of actual value; it is the breathless confrontation with one’s vulnerability, one’s perilousness, one’s smallness, pitted against a sense of sudden shocking discovery; it is the redemptive artistic act that stirs the heart of the listener, where the listener recognizes in the inner workings of the song their own blood, their own struggle, their own suffering.”

— Nick Cave / “‘This song sucks’: Nick Cave responds to ChatGPT song written in style of Nick Cave” / The Guardian

What I’m Listening To:

“Orpheus picked up his lyre for the last time
He was on a real low down bummer
And stared deep into the abyss and said
This one is for Mama”

— Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds / “The Lyre of Orpheus”

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soon be fear

overshadow

a long term goal
will soon be fear
adjustment first
you feel
real smalll
counter action
see it not
you cannot be
and that is all

What I’m Reading:

“I let my ringworm mind roll free.”

— Charles Bukowski / On Writing

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roil dark water

Dark Water Tanka (redux)

Lower the lifeboats—
We tread nose-deep in the plague—
Lifelines beyond us.
We roil dark water and sink.
The mermaids sing for no one.

What I’m Reading:

“To call your father and say, I’d forgotten how nice everyone in these red states can be

To hear him say, Yes, as long as you don’t move in next door

— Solmaz Sharif / “The Master’s House”

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left ventricle ablaze

bleeding heart aflame

ive got the bleeding heart of jesus aflame
somebody say amen

ive got the rhyzomatic bleeding heart aflame
somebody say amen

my eyes are on fire
somebody say amen

ive got primordial matter sloughing this way and that
somebody say amen

ive got a ball peen head and jackboot stilts
somebody char my head

ive got an upper left ventricle ablaze
somebody douse this fire

ive got the bleeding heart of a conch
somebody watch it patter

ive got a convoluted heart and a hollow black soul
somebody say amen

ive got a vision of the flaming singularity a comin
somebody say

somebody
somebody
somebody

What I’m Reading:

“… It is very
private
to be in another’s
syntax. “

— Solmaz Sharif / “Into English”

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color or effort

strange abstraction

paper cache
impositions
and tessellations

half-inch
by
half-inch

one

sees neither
color
or effort

in men

What I’m Reading:

“With all the love and respect in the world, this song is bullshit, a grotesque mockery of what it is to be human, and, well, I don’t much like it.”

— Nick Cave / “‘This song sucks’: Nick Cave responds to ChatGPT song written in style of Nick Cave” / The Guardian

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not to remember

haunted (found poem: erased manipulated & cut-up)

select
a place
haunted
spirited
imbued
with days

stick
times

and a note
of light
and sound

shadow
someone
and arise

leave smells
textures

phone
a thought
and memory
that

sensory
pocket
talk

afterward
check
everything you
remember
try not to

remember
just observe

What I’m Reading:

“Saw sea waves
rush ashore
some angry
some afraid
of what they’ll find”

— Charles Simic / “Terror”

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