Monday, October 20, 2014

mmcclx

slower production

he drew
his head
upon the
page

while
dancing
under-
cover


Sunday, October 19, 2014

mmcclix

found (3)

play head:        beginning
           
             animate
             in a flash

             one per
             layer

tween:                shape


Saturday, October 18, 2014

mmcclviii

whitney houston athens burning

          is your boyfriend as wasted as mine?
                                               —Alli Warren

just so that some schmuck who’s
googled whitney houston turns up,
eyes double-blinking, here.  imagining
the elegant rhyme of schmuck with
the wonderful title a duck is a duck.
Or whichever lagoon is richest.  Or 
wherever the lugume is itchiest.
Oops, they just served a pork
tenderloin on CNN.


Wednesday, October 15, 2014

mmcclvii

          Illusions of Motion

          kerning
          jacking
          subscript
          tracking
          pull bones
          superscript

or ... Allusions to Emotion?


Tuesday, October 14, 2014

mmcclvi

found (2)

Stop        People         Thought

                                      Bubbles

Monday, October 13, 2014

mmcclv

Without trying
to make funny
out of it, neither

drowning out my
sorrows or dry-
ing off my face/

drowning in
my face
or...

Was he
literally
speaking

about
reality? 
Reality?

I imagine it so,
now.

Sunday, October 12, 2014

mmccliv

the alley’s a self-conscious mews, and suddenly the Muse is off
to Yaddo.
                                                                      —Tim Dlugos

“It’s more real then yours,” he said,
and I wrote it down because I couldn’t
even listen, much less understand.  I,

plugging up my eyes—and not just to
drum up any sentiment—was think-
ing, “I—will—never—go—dancing—

again!”  Later, I changed the filters
and installed a new showerhead.
What was he saying?  What could

he have possibly meant?  What
was he doing?  I remember him
saying that, and that alone.  And

I remember writing it down.
...  And look, here’s proof.


                                       [see graphic]

Wednesday, October 08, 2014

mmccliii

found (1)

     -exchange of exhibition

     -how i got there

     -what i really feel like doing

                                       [see graphic]


Tuesday, October 07, 2014

mmcclii

Did you summarize?

Did you summarize?
Did you make it clear
what is the problem?

Monday, October 06, 2014

mmccli

Any idea is at its best when it liberates.
                                    —Maya Angelou

It was
an idea.

It was
just
an
idea.

Saturday, October 04, 2014

mmccl

The Voo-Doo That Who Do?

It is my _____ as well as yours
is something.  Why’d you not
grasp that, much less grasp
at it?  As slowly and slowly
I read:  “Yours.  Yours.  Yours.”

Friday, October 03, 2014

mmccxlix

Things I Would Say But Can’t

                       Wanted to know about making art and telling the truth.
                                                                               —Rachel Blau DuPlessis

I should have moved forward a little bit,
like five years,

read page fifteen,
came back home. 

Come back home
and buy a bunch of purple tulips,

very tight ones
that last longer.

Time travel makes
tulips last longer,

makes them tighter, after all.  But
what got squeezed

into?  That almost unforgotten
page from over

fifteen years
ago.  How does

almost unforgetting
happen?  The French

have a saying about it,
if not an actual theory.

I left the tulips in the
Museum of Visual 

Honesty.
As I lie here, 

dying, do I 
still wonder?  

Now what kind 
of mantra is that?


Thursday, October 02, 2014

mmccxlviii

had—I—not—opened—my—bigmouth—to—being—with—_____

i had meant to write begin,
like fresh start, but wrote
being, that mystery of be
ing so inappropriate that 
we’re al(l )most inappro
priate – ma(s)king sense of 
everything that marls sense.  
marking things up, us being
marking beings, us being, us
being marked, each milking
the mark-down, making like
marrying up just to make up,
each of us, all along, each a
glass of senseless melon.  up 
at dawn just to make cents,
man.  more like making sense
manqué. thinking in the end
that man just can't, man. can
it!  and that’s mondo fucked up, 
isn’t it?  and to think, i participated.


Meant to erase half the words or more
but couldn’t bring myself to do it.
        
               —Rachel Blau DuPlessis


that others often mis-type the one word for
the other doesn’t make me feel like part of
one big happy family.  i was in a family once.
and to think.  i participated.


it looks like we
           both really screwed up
                                     this time,
                                               doesn’t it?

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

mmccxlvii

The Embarrassment

he tried to take it
all in stride, the
embarrassment.
he had even lived 
like a country that
could afford too lit-
tle too late.  but the
cinematic sirens. the 
sirens they plunged his 
eyeballs.  into his eye-
balls they plunged. and 
out poured a very large
sea, which all called the
ocean.  and all the while,
eons, the embarrassment
kept trying to get up, but
inside, the embarrassment
was filled with embarrass-
ment, and even more such
pathetic and horrible tor-
ments.  and outside, the
sea, which some call the
ocean.  the ocean of no
feeling.  the ocean of
pleas, or, for some,
the ocean of please.
but to each eye
that sees, to
each eye that
sees, the ocean,
the ocean, the ocean.

Monday, September 29, 2014

mmccxlvi

Purple Tulips

I know
they
aren’t
your
favorite.

But then
again,
neither
was I.

Sunday, September 28, 2014

mmccxlv

is this the only thing?

          “...it’s the year where I keep crying or almost crying,
          I feel like a bad actor laughing at my own joke...”
                                                                           —Stephanie Young

fortunately,
however,
there are
so very
many
comedians.

comedic
as that
might
have
been,
however,

there
isn’t
very
much
fortune.

Saturday, September 27, 2014

mmccxliv

is this the only thing that i do?

i don’t mind
growing up

but what if i
change my

mind?  will
it be like this

forever?
the sun

shone
down

through
all of the

radar ranges
and onto

the bulimic
flagposts.

was this
too much

to absorb,
thought

the dying
heretic.


Friday, September 26, 2014

mmccxliii

homage to the little boy in the
emergency room waiting area

...

...

...

but i write

...

that’s
just what i do

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

mmccxlii

a cento of love
full of augmentation
isn’t what she said or wrote
          it was argumentation

but i am allowed to change
the argument to slap it in its
face before he walks out of the
cento of love forever or never

to be seen again
what’s so important about
the center of love are not the
fireworks nor the varying sounds

of the fireworks on the third or
the fourth of whatever month
of whatever country hospital
your dad isn’t breathing well in

inside of which whatever hospital
isn’t what she said either it’s just
MY center of love she argued as she
wrote the word over and over again

          with much gratitude to stephanie young

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

mmccxli

being a fool
surrounded
by fools i am
silenced by
wisdom

it must be
wise i think

but it’s not me
it’s the mariachi
band through
the broken
window
i woke
up under

i didn’t
wake up
the mari
achi band

must be
the only
act of
generosity
that i can
notice

were it
a wise
band
surely
i would

surely
i would
never
have
crept
away
from
that
dream

Monday, September 22, 2014

mmccxl

Did you want me to ingest this?

“Stop talking about porn,”
I entreat, “& start talking
about yr cigarette.  !”  Or
that’s what I said I said,

and I didn’t just get this
from the voice.  “It’s just
my viscous eye,” he texts,
right back at me, always

pretty good like that.
Along with “Just look up
the word zodiac.”  You
know, as if that would

figure everything out.
And that’s me, here,
like usual, just trying
to do that one little

thing, just trying to
figure everything
out, right?  Like why
she’s flying through

the air across Market
Street.  “It’s not the
voice, you idiot!” says
the voice.  “It’s one of

those unfair treats that
come to get served on 
happiest occasions.”
A treat. Come along.

Just for me.  And
just for you.  We
both breathe to-
gether at that one.

Sunday, September 21, 2014

mmccxxxix

the harder i think about it,
privacy is, well, you tell me,
i’d love to hear, cuz i only ever
think of the one reason.  sure,
we’ve each and all got some-
thing of a duplicitous nature. 
i blame culture (inasmuch
as, you know), and go look-
ing for the interesting stuff,
how a person or a people
got to this point.  or why. 
it often starts to be logical.
but pretty?  well, i guess
we all want to be pretty.
i know i do.  so why do i
wake up every morning,

get myself looking some-
thing like myself, and
walk out actually con-
centrating on being
whoever woke up,
same ol’ me, just
showered & cost-
umed up.  i sure
look pretty (or
pretty sad), and,
as far as I can tell 
(or attempt to tell), 
i still look pretty
much like myself.  
i'm gemini, so I 
never dwell too long
on one moment, which
is always different from
the next.  me.  not me.

probably about as fast
as I can get the word me
out of my mouth (not the
best place for me, by the
way), the consistency in the
inconsistence, it’s fun,
as I often persist to insist,
while feeling like else
but loving like me,
which is always pretty—
and surely, more often
than not, pretty much
looks and feels like me—
for which i’m glad, i ask my
self most nights, right to sleep.

Friday, September 19, 2014

mmccxxxviii

I distrust Halloween, as if people weren’t costumed already
                                                             —Anselm Berrigan

The privacy
of the stupid
is all fine and
dandy in terms
of, you know,
evolution.  Ex-
cept, you know,
stupid people
are simply not
private.       So,
I think tonight,
that rather than
go as Divine,
I’ll just don
my lucky Dick
Nixon face.

Cuz, you know.

Thursday, September 18, 2014

mmccxxxvii

To be is to have been and intending to be.           
                                            —Etel Adnan

u’ve been in here
4ever, haven’t u,
Olive?   Zero?  O?

since the day
the jacks jumped
out of their boxes

thru anydays
when i wd
accident, tell u

what’s in the
bOX (u weren’t
supposed to no).

yes those kinds
of everydays.
esp. the 1’s where

we’re dressed
to the 9’s.  like
u always r.

and why shouldn’t
u b, my Olive,
my Zero?  drawing

ever nearer, of
course; ever clearer
...?  but where,

dear Zero? not
nowhere.  but
where o where

o where o where?
...why surely there.
so closest to here.

as among us as
Italy’s perfectest
pigeons, our

dappled most
dapperest hero, our
dearest-dearest Zero.


Wednesday, September 17, 2014

mmccxxxvi

I have a sincere desire to change
                              —Stephanie Young


Three-wheeled baby.
Man, this is gonna
burn.  Man, this is
gonna be good.  The

heater kicks in.  The
heater kicks out. 
200 mints and the
world keeps starving;
keeps on keepin’ on.

Tick to the tock. 
Tooth to the shark.


                                Understand,
there’s a miniature boot on a keychain
pointed at my head.
Just keep walking.
                                  —Stephanie Young



Tuesday, September 16, 2014

mmccxxxv

what was he
    a hyena hitherto?

but for the sound
of the will o’ the wisp
blowin’ against a
dead mad wind,

and our footsteps
tramplin’ the
midnight leaves
of the deepdark forest

   ...ah, there he was,
an elfin heaven!


Saturday, September 13, 2014

mmccxxxiv

As far as I can tell,
the only book I
ever stole was
from the Boston
Public Library
(stamped due
May 04 1998).
It was Your
Native Land,
Your Life by
Adrienne Rich.

Friday, September 12, 2014

mmccxxxiii

Coco
is
throw-
ing up.

You’re
gone.

Thursday, September 11, 2014

mmccxxxii

California woman dies with kitten in lap
                                      SFGate.com headline

17 locals who should be in wax museum
                                      SFGate.com headline


Wednesday, September 10, 2014

mmccxxxi

give me
1 moment
in time &
i’ll give u
a couple
dozen.

Monday, September 08, 2014

mmccxxx

20th century
pop chart

+

shaggy of
scooby
_______________


so long
casey kasem