on baked blackbird

Memo From The Eyeball Kid

Let’s celebrate the approaching Spring / Vernal Equinox on March 20th along with longer, warmer days—let us:

— scallywag tinkle, so we’ll all be missing that eyebrow housemother of slink and shade

— veil our cultural and religious homicides for those who observe

— sing the “eyeball sling” and shackle our clothing

— gouge a prepared neighbor and bigamist

— gorge on baked blackbird prepared by talented druggists, or stay a while and ride our tin bicycles

— reconnect, sleuth, and sex our chops before the grandiloquent school board councilor

And don’t forget! Sunday begins Deadbeat Saxes Timetable, so we’ll all be missing that extraterrestrial slumming hour and set our clones ahead one hour!

What I’m Reading:

“I am not even a real artist—know I am a fake of some sort—sort of write from the bowels of disgust, almost entirely. Yet, when I see what the others are doing, I go on with it. What else is there to do?”

— Charles Bukowski / On Writing

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new cleric armholes

Going to Pot

The Communists are organizing grumbles.
The empire neophytes need lighthouses.

We’re singing the virile draftee ballads of gelding escapades—

While women with pinched noses file reports with the Stasi.
The expansionist neocolonialists have a mercantile exchange they’d like you to join.

I stopped caring, but continued counting…

We expect the worst because humanity always disappoints. We take pride in our overactive suspicions.

Make new cleric armholes in this cilice—
I like my hairshirts roomy.
We’ve had enough of athletic cuts and fitted styles—

We’re going to pot with abandon.

What I’m Reading:

“I sharpened knives
All night.
To welcome you
In the brilliance of their blades…”

— Radmila Lazić / “Love”

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everything will pass

The Best Stuff I Read This Week

“Together we must learn to live as brothers or together we will be forced to perish as fools.”

— Martin Luther King, Jr. / Where Do We Go from Here: Chaos or Community?


“Empire, white supremacy, capitalism, patriarchy, and homophobia are linked in complex ways, and our struggles against them require moral consistency and systemic analyses.”

— Cornell West / “Introduction,” The Radical King


“Having ruined the future of becoming fossils, finally we will know that it is for nothing we die, never in place of drowned sea turtles or swarming locusts…”

— Cindy Juyoung Ok / “The End of Crisis”


“I’m not alone in being unacceptable. Toni Morrison and Stephen King are banned, too. It’s supposedly because there is too much sex in our books. So, when are they going to kick out the Bible, because that’s got lots of sex in it? What century are we living in for heaven’s sakes? Really, it’s a show of power. Governor Glenn Youngkin is saying: ‘We’re in control of this and we’re going to make life very unpleasant for students and librarians.’ And the subtext is we don’t actually want our kids to be educated and successful, because one of the biggest factors in whether kids do well in their marks is whether there is a school library with a librarian.”

— Margaret Atwood / The Guardian


“Let it pass let it pass because everything will pass and be effaced
I will be back not yet erased

Memories
Are hunting horns whose sound dies in the breeze”

— Guillaume Apollinaire / “Cors de Chasse”


“Looking after elderly and sick people doesn’t burn a lot of carbon. Making art doesn’t burn a lot of carbon. Teaching is low-carbon. Day care is low-carbon. And yet this work, overwhelmingly done by women, tends to be undervalued and underpaid, and is frequently the target of government cutbacks . . . It was an attempt, in short, to show how to replace an economy built on destruction with an economy built on love.”

— Naomi Klein / No Is Not Enough


“A nation that continues year after year to spend more money on military defense than on programs of social uplift is approaching spiritual death.”

— Martin Luther King, Jr. / “Beyond Vietnam: A Time to Break Silence”

What I’m Listening To:

“I’ve got some edged bummers that you’ve never seen / Come on in, there ain’t nobody home but me”

— Kaleidoscope / “Come On In”

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her intently there

Central Smoke Bone

She had grown red and corpse-like below the Danish authority standard issue yellow canopy—beyond the dune and deadwood. Nearby, crusted and congealed, many rats in hazel frozen a on twig.

Bleating, and she a sheep, that sand crackled and raised in the wool course of the afternoon. The wife to pooling streaks of curly substances. I’m pre-litigating the issues glued to highlighted clauses and codicils.

A lining of corn is what I picked out—in far arcs instead of center nodules. I notice dried mud and qualities of contractual clouds of condensed water on all sides of the windows.

I sawed the far central branches—and what of the ears?

Those?

In an increasing density at the left of the central smoke bone, she said: “what an attractive calumny as the stumble chooses. What did he choose?”

I chose. Her. Intently. There.

We dove tumble blind. The rocks (later chosen) over the chin into what we consider sticking faux yellow moves in air.

Did she?

You, who watched living rings in our mouths—a technology unsparing and compared those to wire geologic plates—radioactive, venous, glowing red and white.

You found that sort of liminal feature—a leaf glowing dizzy in the eddy of a creek

What I’m Reading:

“Most of the water that will drown Miami and New York and Venice and other coastal cities will come from two places: Antarctica and Greenland … What really matters is what happens on the two big blocks of ice at either end of the Earth.”

— Jeff Goodell / The Water Will Come

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fluent in borehole

Wanted

Floral bottleneck jacket-wearing flâneur for contortionist runway shows needed. If you are 7’2” tall and weigh precisely 147 lbs., please apply at the council bacterium’s office. If you know the choreography to the “backwater cough” and the “continental armadillo,” and are fluent in borehole pidgin you will receive priority consideration. Must possess a contempt argumentation voguing license class 2, and a sack-toned twirl certification. Ability to work in knee-high inertia a must. Please bring copies of dour-faced ornamentations and most recent phrenology chart to the interview. Only serious and sacrament-botched candidates need apply. Top pay!

What I’m Reading:

“Even their sneezes sound like Ravel’s Bolero.
Even the candlewax dropped on their smocks
makes ornamental masterpieces of their sleeves.”

— Claudine Toutoungi / “Martyrs”

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dark bramble vise

dementia tanka

trickster tau tangles
sticky beta amyloids
are gray matter sieves—
a brain bombogenesis—
dark bramble vise on your mind

What I’m Reading:

“Cruelty has a Human Heart
And Jealousy a Human Face 
Terror the Human Form Divine ”

— William Blake / “A Divine Image”

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no ambulating me (redux)

Billingsgate and Balderdash

You are like the tuber of calcaneous, necessary but non-articulating.

Without you there is no ambulating me…

The things you’ve said to me in your gasps and low moans:

“Starting rotation from blackbird…”

“They transferred me to room 15…”

“It’s the same to die here or there.”

Meant nothing to me at the time, but mean everything now, in this age of torn Achilles.

We’re five words short of three thousand in an existence where words don’t count for nuthin’.

I miss you my tuber of calcaneus.

I miss the hole in my head.

What I’m Reading:

“Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.”

— Philip Larkin / “The Trees”

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tonight tweeting tempests

image: Schokraie E, Warnken U, Hotz-Wagenblatt A, Grohme MA, Hengherr S, et al. / 2012 / (CC BY 2.5).

tardigrade tautology tautogram

tenacious tardigrade
tad tired time traveler
tradition trader
tame task taker
terra tanka talker
tautology traumatizer
truncate tomorrow’s today

tin the tender titanic
tranquil tawdry twit tonight tweeting
tempests torn transient
teacher tissues temporary tremens
to tremelo tankers tied to tentacles
tantamount to tight tendrils
toss this—

tender extremophile!

What I’m Reading:

“I’m from the old school, I believe in working and living in isolation; crowds weaken your intent and your originality … When you’re hanging with writers you’re not hearing or seeing anything but that. Or maybe my nature is just to grub it out alone. I feel good without anybody around.”

— Charles Bukowski / On Writing

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a barbarian squirrel

we need copier paper

please include your inhumanity
along with the jackpot
you are plateful to bring

we are still in need of wads
to bake (or bring from a point etc.)
a battery of constabularies

inhibition plateaus
the jack-in-the-box novelist
who dollies his firebombs

and footmarks his follies
the vagaries of vagabonds
& sliced break-ins

yellow-beaked docile
a barbarian squirrel
sends cookies & targets

What I’m Reading:

“… he retired to dreams to find the smell
And luster of spring, its radiant flare, its call,
Bright music, when soft voices die, the sex
Of trees sprouting timidly in sleep’s swell.”

— Amittai F. Aviram / “An Injured Man with Bradford Pears in March”

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with wounded nerves

The Best Stuff I Read This Week

“Some people believe that if they were to join the climate movement now, they would be among the last. But that is very far from true. In fact, if you do decide to take action now, you would still be a pioneer.”

— Greta Thunberg / The Climate Book


“The waves roared.
I stood alone in the darkness.
Light does not illuminate.
It only looks for things to illuminate.
And I had never been found by the light.
I would always be in darkness—“

— Yu Miri / Tokyo Ueno Station


“On the one hand, capitalism has generated immense wealth, significantly raised living standards and generally made life more comfortable and secure to varying degrees for most of those living in capitalist countries. On the other hand, it has exacted an excruciating toll in human toil and treasure. It has wrought immense suffering, systematic oppression and exploitation, and debilitating social alienation. Capitalism rewards, indeed depends upon, selfish, aggressive behavior. It values profits over people, promotes material values over spiritual values, dispenses power without social responsibility, and treats people as commodities to be discarded.”

— Obery M. Hendricks, Jr. / “The Uncompromising Anti-Capitalism of Martin Luther King Jr.”


“They say they miss the soup their grandmother used to make, the sleepiness
after eating it, the magic. When I ask what’s home for them, they say home
is a fist that dreams.”

— Ae Hee Lee / “A Study through Homes”


“we hear your last words:
     america
     if you see me as your enemy
     you have no
     friends.”

— Haki R. Madhubuti / “Gwendolyn Brooks: America in the Wintertime”


“We must rapidly begin the shift from a “thing oriented society to a “person”-oriented society. When machines and computers, profit motives and property rights are considered more important than people, the giant triplets of racism, materialism and militarism are incapable of being conquered. A civilization can flounder as readily in the face of moral and spiritual bankruptcy as it can through financial bankruptcy.”

— Martin Luther King, Jr. / Where Do We Go from Here: Chaos or Community?


“Light, I salute thee with wounded nerves.”

— Jean Garrigue / “Jazz Bit”

What I’m Listening To:

“Aselestine
Where are you? The drugs don’t do
What you said they do”

— Yo La Tengo / “Aselestine”

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