Where you can read, “We walked arm in arm around a bright blue fountain, eating chocolates right from the gold box of tigers, waterfalls and dread. Do you like it? There is no blog when you’re dead. Mom, my stomach beckons. Let’s pretend this is a leg. Let’s pretend this is windowsill. This means that I am writing this on her chaise longue and that the cat just leapt off the day bed onto a pale green velvet chair recently given as a gift, but which – broke – or toppled – when the cat landed on its padded lap. A wheel / hoof fell off. There, beneath it, was the freshly shed skin of a king cobra. I focus on its apertures, darkening stems / of the lower plants — (otherwise known as ‘history’).” Less a sentence (‘hoc est corpus’) (‘hocus-pocus’), Alette in Oakland, to the absurdity of swallowing pennies and finding a grey hair on your chin, i.e. sometimes “grapes are bees in potholes,” if you will, one longish funnyish hobby filled with institutional critique or something, and entirely so. ‘What is causality, / for x to lead to y? / the long journey of Fadia and Ishmael and a mysterious horse that keeps the house company. The romance here is this: Fadia’s father was a dead man forced to go home on foot & Ishmael’s mother exiled, I mean I saw nobody coming so I went instead.’ And to dare us: ‘I want to put you in my revolution, to hide you in my eyelids, in that “swerve” between the bumpy pavement under the bicycle wheel, and the ring of radiation around the Earth, Ella and Sarah singing “Rocks in My Bed.”’ What kind of ancestor do you want to be? Like a psychic Venn diagram, “It’d harsh my mellow if people didn’t glom the candlewastings maybe because no one knew how swift as Galatea you had to be to get a cup of jo while ave atque vale gravitas and gracias, and, speaking of swerves, often the apparently unnecessary thing was the appearance of the small dog.” To attend to color then is a part to attend to the limbs of the ‘talking machine’ and (‘if the hero is a girl’) (‘the name of this heroine is mass energy’), there is a floating pressure revealing the weakness of Reason, and a push of Being into the Space of SQUEEZED LIGHT until apertures themselves become forms of agency and scrap wire, and you’ll find yourself ‘in the center of the word Now, / in the center of the letter O’, in the thick weight we feel for, bowl of poison & chicken feed we do also tip to our lips, gob of fused gold ingots we cough up in the river with the snow falling one etched flake at a time and if a calliope doth play, it’s the top of the head as rich in wry indignation as any of us pukes could hope for.” I had the sudden feeling that something in my ears had been sharply broken, and I could feel a resounding white emptiness pouring in. I can remember the sympathetic vibrations between the dome of my skull and the dome of the forest. So Charles Bronson is just about to attach the head to the bull of driftwood adjacent to where the bonfire lay (and the revelers play, the corybantes? the celebrants.) and the camera angle then puts the fire squarely under the bull's belly as it pulls away, saying a fire in the belly, maybe, but really it’s a fire ~to~ the belly, anyway. Yes. No. I mean, yes it’s a good question. It is hard to describe. It was an industrial filter set. I had obtained three of them, no four. They were Hepa filters, each about 3’ x 3’ and about 8” deep and framed in aluminum which was held in place, “sealed in” as it were, with a thick rubber-like compound laid down evenly, obviously due to an industrial process. And then, at some point I attacked one of them and it resisted, I mean it literally resisted coming apart. I wore myself out, with hammers and cutters, and chisels, and finally I got the frame or at least two sides to come off, and then I stomped on it, and pulled and cut. It was like a painting of finest canvas made into a hyper-dense accordion. I tore it open and it looked like a pair of wings. I found an old rubber mask and stuck it on there somehow. It was a disposable mask used for training people on CPR. There was also great agitation in the countryside — 7,115 tenant strikes, and this jumped to more than 19,000 between 1930 and 1934. I was sorry to hear PrettyPuke was in serious auto accident a short time back. I hadn’t checked in with his work in a while, so I had no clue. The last time I had checked his Insta, he was at 70K followers. Today, I see it’s closer to 100K. I don’t think that was all that long ago. He’s now photographing people like Sia and Wiz Khalifa. Lilian loves YA fantasy heroines, studying intersectionality, live music, aquariums, and emojis. This makes the region the second largest contributor to sea level rise in Antarctica and the ice loss shows no sign of waning. The ice loss is so massive that it causes changes in the gravity field of the Earth. In contrast to this we learn very little of the Citadel’s legal structure in Fury Road. We learn that Immortan Joe controls the water supply, and uses this control to monopolize control over reproductive life.
[Note: Sources: JBR; Bhanu Kapil, “5:38 p.m.”, at Reading Moten in the Cherry Orchard: A Blog of Daily Life and Forms, 20 May 015; Julia Bloch, quoted in Kevin Killian, SPD blurb for her Valley Fever; Tyrone Williams, SPD blurb for Rob Halpern, “Common Place”, quoted in SPD Recommends email, which I can’t find, but which I received 21 May 015; SPD blurb for Alice Notley, Manhattan Luck; SPD blurb for Debra Marquart, Small Buried Things; SPD blurb for Ryan Walker, Long Term Raisin; Siwar Masannat, and Ilya Kaminsky, quoted in Sally Keith’s and Kaminsky’s SPD blurbs for Masannat’s 50 Water Dreams; Matvei Yankelvich, SPD blurb for Barbara Henning, A Day Like Today; Harryette Mullen, SPD blurb for Tonya M Foster, A Swarm of Bees in High Court; SPD blurb for Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha, Bodymap; SPD blurb for Simeon Berry, Ampersand Revisted; Bernadette Mayer, SPD blurb for Michael Gizzi, Collected Poems; Aaron Kunin, SPD blurb for Magdalena Zurawski, Companion Animal; erica kaufman, Sarah Mangold, Lissa Wolsak, Elizabeth Robinson, SPD blurbs for Mangold’s Electrical Theories of Femininity; Broc Russell, and Srikanth Reddy, SPD blurbs for Russell’s Festival; Danielle Pafunda, SPD blurb for Ginger Ko, Motherlover; Victoria Polevá, “I Ask To Fall Silent” (tr. Ian Dreiblatt), at Music & Literature 6; JBR; Lanny Quarles, “The Sandpiper”, “Frankenstein Angel”, at Jellybean Weirdo With Electric Snake Fang, 21 May 015; Doug Enna Greene, “Kobayashi and the Class Struggle”, at Jacobin, 21 May 015; William Keckler, “I Was Sorry to Hear”, at Joe Brainard’s Pyjamas (The Sequel), 21 May 015; “Lilian Min”, at Hello Giggles; “Sudden onset of ice loss in Antarctica so large it affects Earth’s gravity field”, at Science Daily, 21 May 015; Jason Read, “Tales of Post-Apocalyptic Madness: On Subjectivity and Society in Mad Max”, at Unemployed Negativity, 21 May 015]