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Meanings Change A mathematical effusion —Léger’s mythopaiea —The opposite of apposite.A case of disturbing halitosisLike a cage full of false alarms announced. So herewith, and henceforth, I —Eye affix my afflatusTo my dominant hand. I, too, spend my time breathingAnd … Continue reading →

Carbuncles I woke up coveredWith eyes — Carbuncles in my sockets. The displacement of trashLanguage leads home — A place that doesn’t existAnymore. What I’m Reading: The dying swan, whose screams are sweet to hear,Oozes the black blood that writes … Continue reading →

Softcover Words Read this “How to…” bookand communicate in softcover wordsyour hardcover deeds — herding sheep and goats,lying with packs of dogs,theorizing  yersinia pestis theorems,and puzzling though a sheafof sanity assassins. Read about the coughingand sneezing of the infected.Eat stands of banana, … Continue reading →

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 →