Tuesday, February 26, 2013
We haven’t for us given up the air of least resistance but for them?
We have repeated only current features: Spooling air foils smearing
tunnels give way to red cadmium sands, return the mere possible
or the unanswerable desire to fire them all for Christmas
in crook’d pagan spirit climes, alive to all dissolved joy or pent sado-gradualism
in dressing gowns gelled in, teeth & hair perfected fired shell designs
or: Any measure of suspect walks backward through forecast times
into porch light in a borrowed duct tape-patched poncho and sorrow
bare bulb, sorrow core plan, sorrow sweet sparrow, our tongued ear throat airs!
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
a belated quasi-epithalamium for Josh & Lynn on the occasion of Sawako dropping into Shanghai and visiting me and Monika.
I was in the crowd
knocking about when
suddenly you came
from both sides you
two singular
a moment!
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
In an age of distributed networks imagining Google in Copernican light, the structural center, pattern holder, source powering the network, digital post-humanist heart of the world, soft-branding and patenting creation, knowledge, access, searching.
Saturday, January 26, 2013
*We are all students of protest who have, just or un‑, learned such different things.
“He dotes on science fiction but for me science seems more fictional than any story one could invent for it.” — Lorine Niedecker on husband Al Millen
Saturday, January 19, 2013
In our movie we play these people who are in this movie about how they don’t know they’re actually in this other movie
Saturday, January 12, 2013
Conspire… to breathe with? What’s the etymology? “It’s in the air,” phrase functions both as idiom and figure for info spread, of meaning, of memes (mememememe a chain of me-peeps linked, subverted we people w/ myth flipped, domination in the mix, an oscillating morpheme dependent on a Saussurean whir of m w m w m w m wmwmw feeding into (and off of) the eeeeeeeeeeee of machinery, of shrill terror, of power drills, constricted breath [or co-opted & conscripted inspiration?]) (and the m of core-word mama, grounded pleasure, mmm and the fear of loss and of myth and of origin and dreams of future bliss or return mmm … the www of indecision, wuh incompletion, words stuck on tongues and wha?… inquiries cried and screamed in cradles, needs its vowels, bodily hurled waaaa! and expirations, who? imagined and desired terminal coordinates when & where and always always always why?). It’s in the air a phrase of sheer terror (over the cliff, off the plank and into infested waters you go) or pure paranoia (viral, plutonian, contaminated [what’s the etymology?] contaminating contamination).
We exhale too you know.
