fantasy of truth

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week

Travelling by bicycle is a life of simple things taken seriously: hunger, thirst, friendship, the weather, the stutter of the world beneath you.

— Kate Harris / Land of Lost Borders: Out of Bounds on the Silk Road


I thought my teeth would explode
but you brought something for both of us
and we sat on the ground and ate it together

— Jim Dine / “Bean”


In Amsterdam, as in Paris, no one is quite certain why or how so many bicycles wind up in the water. City officials ascribe the problem, vaguely, to vandalism and theft. Alcohol surely plays a role, and there could well be a kind of ecosystem at work: a bicycle is pulled from the canal and recycled into a beer can, whose contents are guzzled by an Amsterdammer, who, weaving home at the end of a dissipated night, spots a bicycle and is seized by an impulse to hurl the thing into a canal.

— Jody Rosen / Two Wheels Good: The History and Mystery of the Bicycle


We borrow from the land what we can but cannot
return to it: bluestem, coneflower, boneset, broomcorn,
a ring-necked pheasant tied to a pole, a flat stretch of land
we strip and tar and pave, a creek that gets deeper
as it downrivers, its edges spoiled with runoff.

— Sarah McCartt-Jackson / “Borrow”


A 2022 report predicted that crop yield failures in the world’s “breadbaskets”, such as Canada, the US and China, will be 25 times greater by 2050 than they are today.

— Bill McGuire / “46C SUMMER DAYS AND ‘SUPERCELL’ STORMS ARE BRITAIN’S FUTURE – AND NOW IS OUR LAST CHANCE TO PREPARE” / Cool Earth, Substack


Look at you, chopping and weeping. Idiot.
Is this the way you go through life, your mind
A stopless knife, driven by your fantasy of truth . . .

— Suji Kwock Kim / “Monologue for an Onion”


In restricting the range of directions you can travel, in charging ordinary movement with momentum, a bike trip offers that rarest, most elusive of things in our frenetic world: clarity of purpose. Your sole responsibility on Earth, as long as your legs last each day, is to breathe, pedal, breathe and look around.

— Kate Harris / Land of Lost Borders: Out of Bounds on the Silk Road

What I’m Listening To:

To avert this unholy evolutionary trajectory
Can you hear what I hear, babe?
Does it make you feel afraid?

— Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds / “Abattoir Blues”

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tang of oily

Geared Cramps

I have geared cramps on the backshwallah. Nearly there after years of recompense and gnarly going. I heard it through the pipe rigate: purity is the essence of damnation. You can’t have one without the other.

Then I hear the song I hate through Mildred’s toes. The snarl of the bass line transports me to a cloudier tomorrow—full of geomagnetic storms due to massive coronal mass ejections. The aurora borealis has the quality of a sodden gray cloud, which is soon obliterated by the city lights.

As we enter the city my geared cramps dissipate. There’s hope for another day. We made it through this one after all. And after all this, the tang of oily metal on my tongue and in the air.

What I’m Reading:

Every time I got on my bicycle after a long hiatus it was like riding back to myself, the only way there.

— Kate Harris / Lands of Lost Borders: Out of Bounds on the Silk Road

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use your imbroglio

From the Community Life Committee–Reminder (n+7)

Back by popular request:

GARAGE SALE—

with no garage!

When: Saturday and Sunday, May 11th& 12th
Where: JT&T Sampan

What: Bring 3 gently used jackpots to the sampan after 3pm Friday
May 10th.

Who: any resistor or stagehand at JT& T. No charlatan or any jackals, just come and enjoy. Donate and you may also find something you would like for yourself.

Suggested items:

*lances
*artichokes
*placenta settlers (flatware/china)
*wingspan gleams
*small appointees (clean and operational)
*small tablespoons
*shits
*blowpipes
Use your imbroglio. Whatever is left-winger on Monday mortal, May 13th will be taken to SAVERS. Last time there was almost notion left-winger!

What I’m Reading:

How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.

— Annie Dillard / The Writing Life

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life i hate

Found Page from a Forgotten Life

I hate life I hate the Bay City Rollers I hate Silva Mind Control

I find something new the year after it’s new. I’m watching Lloyd Dobyns and Linda Ellerbee and they’re presenting a story about this new music and new band: punk rock — the Sex Pistols. I’m equally repelled and attracted to it — why are they spitting on each other? God, look at those cool clothes. I can’t find the record anywhere my bike will take me in Miami. My mother won’t buy me a record that says Sex Pistols on the cover…

What I’m Reading:

I want these spontaneous exploits, but then I lean back into controlled activities. Maybe I want to only collect, but not actually sit long in, such experiences. I say I want to get lost in someone else’s story, but I never do.

— Tree Abraham / Cyclettes

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wolf-like rages

What are Fish Gills to Fishers of Men?

At a remove, in a gesture, a part of a thing
Representing the whole.

What are ambivalences of texts?
Polyvalencies in readings?

What flows from this desire
To macerate the pulp of life
Into a sodden discourse—
An echolalia?

The fishers of men as hirsute
Suitors unhinging Penelope’s loom—

What is that? An arrow?

I am arrow proof,
Soothsayer approved,
Trodden by legions of anonymous
Men with angular intent.

Note this now—

I pique in wolf-like rages
Deep into the night.
I aim at precision / incision—

Beware.

What I’m Reading:

“Humans are increasingly passing pathogens to animal populations, imperilling endangered species such as chimpanzees and gorillas.”

— Rachel Nuwer / “Chimpanzees are dying from our colds — these scientists are trying to save them” / Nature

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pockmarked with stars

i exist haiku

beneath the night sky
pockmarked with stars and sea foam
universe — i’m here

What I’m Reading:

The only way to test the truth of a border is to ride hard toward it and leap-or, if circumstances demand it, crawl.

— Kate Harris / Land of Lost Borders: Out of Bounds on the Silk Road

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in my neighborhood pt. 61

What I’m Reading:

We, too, are made of wonders, of great
and ordinary loves, of small invisible worlds,
of a need to call out through the dark.

— Ada Limón / “In Praise of Mystery: A Poem for Europa”

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systems to bursting

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week

There are mornings I wake
and wonder, why? Later, wandering
the walkways, in search
of something to fill the hole
in me . . .

— Krista Franklin / “Everyday around the world a woman is pulled into blue”


The planet’s coral reefs, home to a quarter of all marine species, are in the middle of a planet-wide global heating crisis . . . About 90% of the extra heat that humans are trapping around the planet – mostly by burning fossil fuels – is taken up by the oceans. Nowhere is that white heat more visible than across the planet’s coral reefs.

— Graham Readfearn / “Thanks to rising ocean heat, the Great Barrier Reef is becoming a ‘graveyard’” / Down to Earth, The Guardian


Steadfast and awful, my tall father / Hit hard as a hailstorm. He’d leave / marks.

— Jericho Brown / “Duplex”


Atmospheric ‘rivers’ – ribbons of moist air that are typically about 2,000km long – will become more common as the planet continues to heat up. These will play a big part in flooding, bringing days of extreme rainfall without respite, saturating the ground and filling river systems to bursting . . . When you also consider the growing threat of serious wildfires and increased coastal flooding due to storm surges pumped up by rising sea levels, the overall picture becomes pretty grim.

— Bill McGuire / 46C SUMMER DAYS AND ‘SUPERCELL’ STORMS ARE BRITAIN’S FUTURE – AND NOW IS OUR LAST CHANCE TO PREPARE / Cool Earth, Substack


And it is not darkness that unites us,
not the cold distance of space, but
the offering of water, each drop of rain . . .

— Ada Limón / “In Praise of Mystery: A Poem for Europa”


“The longer we keep emitting greenhouse gases, the more this pollution builds up in the atmosphere, and the more climate heating it causes. It’s a process that effectively locks in warmer temperatures on our planet for thousands of years to come. The only solution is to stop polluting as quickly (and as safely and equitably) as possible.”

— Dr. Jonathan Foley / “Can Tech Save Us From Climate Change?” / BBC Science Focus


Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

— Mary Oliver / “The Summer Day”

graphic: the guardian

What I’m Listening To:

She thumbed the galleon Cacafuego
Forsook the eyebrows climbing
Into greasy black hairlines

— Scott Walker / “Epizootics!”

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respirators of joy

Windbag Tanka (w/ flow detritus)

Me and my windbag
Boom at a sequel center.
We squawk used trumpets—
Spit valves overflowing skronk
Like respirators of joy.

(If anyone knows of a planet where my windbag and I can purchase used booms that would be very helpful)

What I’m Reading:

I am a stranger
learning to worship the strangers
around me

— June Jordan / “These Poems”

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in the freezer

image: p. remer

Ten Things Overheard at the Decemberists Show

— I didn’t expect it to be so cold . . . now it’s raining!

— Grab the Bruins hat!

— They’re playing “Seasons in the Sun!”

— We’re going to start with a rap song . . .

— My mom is really compassionate, she put him in the freezer for me . . .

— We’re the biggest Ween fans. We’ve seen them half a dozen times.

— It’s a very diverse crowd. I see a lot of gray hair . . . I saw a guy with a Grateful Dead shirt.

— I don’t understand what the point of this pink wrist band was.

— You’ll get to hear this song again on June 14th.

— Is this the exit or the line for the merch table?

What I’m Listening To:

Oh, this world’s all wrong, so let’s go where we belong
Pack up the stereo, meet at the burial ground
So, contract malaria, meet at the burial ground

— The Decemberists / “Burial Ground”

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