Tag Archives: Chance Operations

Duchampeum The kings and queens surroundedby swift nudesapropos of little sistertorn in tatters. Stripped bare by bachelorstrailing coffee mills and paradigms —siphoning a network of stoppages —nine curving lines. Dust breeding hideousnoise and a farewell to Florine —Apollinaire enameled —by … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week There is no pointIn doing anything,There is no resistingThe monstrous godWho devoursHis own children. — Fernando Pessoa / “Ode I” Cars are, without exaggeration, one of the most significant and negative environmental, political, social, … Continue reading →

(They Hope) All we do is theatrical resistance —Without direct action — Elaborate gesturesOf a futility profound. A pantomime —Enervated and impotent — A room full of brumeIn my vise-like brain. Fight fight confront confrontResist resist resist — Resistance is … Continue reading →

What I’m Reading: 4 amWe are under siegeI say we and yet oceans divide usIf you don’t leavethey will demolish the house on top of your heads — Basel Abbas & Ruanne Abou-Rahme / Until we became fire and fire … Continue reading →

overheard in nyc … … Someone said … … Geckos of a wet finger …  … You mean fingers of a wet echo? … … which is why I get so physical in my practice … … They cut off … Continue reading →

The Pomp (redux) Today I broke my vow of silence when I broke the glass in case of emergency. I croaked in a muttering fashion most embarrassing, “Ra… rah… run. Run! There’s a moth infestation.” We had moths. We were … Continue reading →

[detonation nation] a bullet whizzes my ear the strangest, most riveting fists found purchase at my templea familiar scenario a rough patch—a dispatch— aggression unmooredthis land is not mine / not yoursit belongs to all / to none so take … Continue reading →

congealed bacon i googled white nationalism—flashes of congealed bacon you play the tragic heroinetoothy femme fatale dont judge my paintinguntil i finish my ropa vieja dont cut your hairbefore tinting it blue i fix you a tongue on ryemy marbles gather … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week When I consider the curious habits of man,I confess, my friend, I am puzzled. — Ezra Pound / “Meditatio” A record-breaking heat wave is baking Europe, hot on the heels of unprecedented temperatures in … Continue reading →

Your Ruff Collar, My Millstone (redux) We live under the heat dome. I see you across the barren parklet.You are eating bits of soft pink flesh. My hair wilts.Your curls frizz. I lick the hot sauce off my fingers.You yell … Continue reading →