Tag Archives: Chance Operations

Travel Advice for Young Chauvinists (redux) (First, you’ll find intercalated pustules of censer smoke ringed by ferrules of frankincense in your heart. They were placed there by us. Do not panic.) Travel. And when lost abroad … You’ll find mussels … Continue reading →

Two Versions of My Alleged Madness (redux) i. I ate your bonsai tree after you trimmed it and jumped on October 28, 1929. I practiced Iridology in the nude during alternating waning crescents of the moon during the Reagan presidency. … Continue reading →

The 10¥ Marketplace (an N+7 Courtroom Drama) A savant mushroom with a seedy past in Africa discovers that its worst fears have come true. An artisanal clutch of gourmands are out to ambush — deracinate, tear and shred. There are … Continue reading →

The Heavy-O-Sity Cream Dream I want you to root the violence out of the system, but you delay and acquiesce — this is the heavy-o-sity of our case. There are no life preservers to pass out—only anvils and 50 lb. … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Exile is strangely compelling to think about but terrible to experience. It is the unhealable rift forced between a human being and a native place, between the self and its true home: its essential … Continue reading →

Plague Rats Beget (redux) i. My ancestors crossedThe Sahara with rats plaguedRich with penury ii. My ancestors arrived in Spain in search of an oasis that was a mirage. The oasis would appear one-half-mile ahead beyond them, and at their … Continue reading →

The Longest Day (redux) The smoke trees blared their summer green. There was deliberation in her fibrillation. Her heart fluttered like an insensate butterfly—heliotropic, yet abjured to the sun. The world is my pistil, she said—a fluttering cavorting beastie—a moment … Continue reading →

change (redux) denuded ideas in choppedready to go-mix sourcesof wisdom set oneagainst the other:change utryso hardbut u can’tu won’t butu try again and againu fail better again and again What I’m Reading: Dear consciousness:What happened out there remains toBe seen. — David … Continue reading →

[a strange fortune …] a strange fortunethe ministry where they linger—throttle linking (and also separating)belles from godsons (or ankles?)a lovely novitiatethat homely workhouse,that most quotidian of sizzles—the portcullis? what of grandmother porticoes—postage-standing facade of tendonsor is it tom-toms?pasted in plaid … Continue reading →