Tag Archives: Paranoiac-Critical

Kankakee, October 1, 2016 Then there was Kankakee—that year of enervating visions—and the posse of teenage courtiers whose dizzying luck was doomed by a pair of “ragged claws.” Fragile, as the wounded world, and openly melancholic. Yes, we had cinematic … Continue reading →

Distortion Poetics (redux) Distortion principle no. 1: avoid distortion. Distortion principle no. 2: defenestrate (often). Distortion principle no. 3: degauss after every visit to either of the poles. Distortion principle no. 4: cleanse fold and manipulate. Distortion principle no. 5: … Continue reading →

this will be this will be a backwards maskthis will be self-abasingthis will be scrofulous and un-dexterous so this will be loutishthis will be pettythis will be unpleasant i am feeling unpleasant this will be something of a curethis will … Continue reading →

What I’m Reading: This country makes you weepHalf our forests, rivers and mountains ruinedThis country makes you angryHowling wolves, wild horses hunted downThis country dishonors life and praisesDeath in battle hymns and flag-draped eulogies — Genny Lim / “Century of … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week The Artificial State honored no boundaries and conferred no rights. Its emergence was inseparable from the deepening connections of transportation, communication, and trade that became known, in the 1980s, as globalization, and ushered in … Continue reading →

Pocket o’ Blues (redux) Maria says posthaste when she means post-punk.  It has something to do with the wiring in her head.   I have a box full of letters, and she has a box full of coca leaves from her trip … Continue reading →

What I’m Reading: The whole world can be divided into those who write and those who do not write, wrote Kierkegaard. Not that I’ve been reading Kierkegaard. I found these words copied down in an old school notebook. The notebook … Continue reading →

Nothing Truly Connects We’re above an endless plateau of cirrus. Look at that wisp of crescent moon nailed to this impossibly saturated blue sky. The moon out at noon. Proof, and more proof, that I’m being watched. The wolf ponders … Continue reading →

falling rocks / times up falling rocks / times up / first fall tang on the tongue / our fingers vaseline stained / cant forget the clock canting facewise facefirst / damocles like / on a wretched afternoon late holocene … Continue reading →

What I’m Reading: Steady, the evening fadesup the street into sunsetover the lake. Winter sits quiet here, snow piledby the road, the walks stampeddown or shoveled. The kids in the time before dinner areplaying, sliding on the old ice.The dogs … Continue reading →