2008

On lives lived limited by a national culture
a bloody man imposes his redness on dinner
The car blazed in the snow
remember years on the same pillows
gone wormy with naive thoughts
faith in the face of certain inconsequentiality
apathy of markets
evilness of men and systems
"evil is coming & it don't care
it'll swallow your bed
it'll shoot you dead"
generous uncertainty
when all we can do is gesture
"shit dude, I'm building me a bunker"
morningbreath sour, peeling paint
it's the rot that wakes you up
at any given moment any number of people
are attaining nirvana
by sausage, or bollard, or slug, or sweetness
it'll bite your toes off, a day like today
the snow, which may stop
or the steam annunciating the sun
which will stop too one day
unlike today, for good or
"sin sin sin" the sound of the snow
which is silly, like entropy
to describe politics, or loneliness
in a fissile period of history
marked by threats to the species
tribalism redux
pandemics of denial and denial of which
I think I'm beginning to get curious
not serious, feculent terror
and guilt for skipping try-outs
and eluding one's potential
"I want my robot brain and I want it now!"
"please give and support MIT's OpenCourseWare"
but paying attention
..
vomitous cabs but
they're nice, and eager, and in the cold
but a streetcar comes
and warm old hands clap hello
who's running, who's waiting
"birds of fingernails, feathers of hair"
the new words we make
mumbledy days stumble "hello, armadillo?"
and is coupling singularity? No,
ramekin machinations serve up
soufflés what Betty made always falling
never had one, how bout you Gen. Mush-
arraf? Mr. Odinga? Everyone loves a cook
who loves in any way but dragnet—
you wake up in the grip of a VAMPIRE,
Marx said, and it is sweet, syrupy, and
who knows, it may cure cancer and create
happiness everywhere and after, amenhoping
"amen break" study economics or political science
a modern approach
approaching whatever?
From the same mud, one pipe blows
& the other doesn't listen
..
singularity and snow
what stops will arrest
progress, groping pyramids
pomegranate bait
(mouldy smokehouse,
cure my meat!
scratch my ass!)
until, at last
"yes, that's all there is"
monoculture loneliness
by mother, we are way oppressed
this dirty theorem sees it
hanging-over of civilization
"who are you? who sent you? where's my underwear?"
mortal as men are
dummies baked, drowned in gin
it's a normal feeling, out of control
the only feeling
...
"all men are rational"
therefore— supermodel!
How to secure a supply of macaroni
artificial semolina halva junta
don't mind if I do not have a mind
as long as I ride my bicycle
let's institute an expectation or inspect an institution
or expect some restitution or respect an expiration
or upset an inspiration or direct an exhalation
breathe
credit permits travel
"notes on my journey by visa to optimum utility"
let me run that decision by my rationality program
thereby vindicating the neoclassical theory
that we live, or die, by the accuracy of our beliefs
which come to us in sleep
sweaty feet
sudden as the hearts hooded knocking