The first clump is always the most special. She can identify it even after six more clumps crowd it on the floor. She cannot identify the second or third clumps only ever the first and the last. The first is never made ordinary and the last is always contrary. Donkeys and postulation surreys are used for contrast; if we choose to navigate the solar system we must also employ a horoscope, a knife tumbling through the aether. Put your popcorn down the concertina. “This is like R. Kelly covering Les Chants de Maldoror.” For a nod to the nabir is better than wink to the wabsanti, right, like sometimes a bath will rub the calliope and “I’m a bit of a tax geek” the genie will tell you. So quit harshing on Damien Hirst, dude, “There isn't anyone else [in the basement] doing quite what these meteors are.” The bears, believed to be a mother and cubs, were staying on the road, crying woefully, while we, with our new baby products, what happens if we license to others this incredible daffodil? Ultimately, what remains of declining sovereignty becomes “openly and aggressively rather than passively theological.” True dat, and harsh skree, like that video of Marines pissing on dead Taliban bros. Or take the Tebow. It's both high brow and low brow, brilliant and despicable, using 21st century bourgeois liberties to craft a record so entirely of the moment that it’s almost inconceivable. It’s as shallow as a power lunch at Jamba Juice and as visceral as a trip up-and-down the uh, the uh, the I don’t know. In many ways, it’s similar to Ray Lynch’s 1984 platinum album Deep Breakfast, which stands in inter-dimensional relation to Far Side Virtual. Many miracles, so called, are merely so: the reticent Samurai like a gardener at dawn pissed on the wires that were singing in the fronds; that was the night of the big dance in the Underground. We want to know intimately how it punches each of us in sequence out of the self-same metal, I mean, I love to say I mean because it’s like a kind of music. I am in a box somewhere beyond the rumblings and gurglings of the tongueless dialectic. But who knew Big Sur was so close to Brooklyn? I was like, This has to be the shittiest Big Sur it is so shitty. Grace Paley wrote a relevant poem, ostensibly about pie. But the art and children are in the room. Oh those boys with their tattoo’d backs and shining mandibles! Hegel’s reading of Spinoza is well known. My other cousin said when she was last back home in Italy she went to friend’s farm and they served a whole sheep. The head was placed at the head of the table. Then she thought a moment and said, “Wait. No. It was a goat.” My friends are putting on a comedy about people who says things like “...Imperial Capitalist American Society and its inherent white supremacy, patriarchy and heteronormativity ...” this Sunday at CounterPULSE. I keep buying Creme Brulée coffee creamer thinking it’s NOT going to taste like saccharine chemical-shit this time around. Pickaxes, sledghammers and elbow grease are the usual tools of the guerilla depaver, but these are being gradually replaced by robotics as fast as DARPA can declassify its research. A popular depaver is the BigDog, as it is cheaply available, easily programmable and configurable, and can traverse rough terrain en route to its target asphalt.
[Note: Sources: Kim Gek Lin Short, “Yellow Notice”, as quoted in Ben Mirov, “The PEN Poetry Series: Kim Gek Lin Short”, email rec’d from PEN 13 Jan 012 approx 3:05 PM PST; John Olson, “Liquor of Flints”, at Tillalala Chronicles, 13 Jan 012; Bruce Hainley, SPD blurb for Jon Leon, The Malady of the Century; James Joyce, Finnegans Wake; JBR; H & R Block (?) ad seen on USAHD, 13 Jan 012 approx. 3:45 PM PST; JBR, but see Christopher Higgs, “Art Thoughtz: Hennesy Youngman on Damien Hirst ‘The perfect storm of banality’”, at HTMLGIANT, 13 Jan 012; Robert Fitterman, SPD blurb for Frances Richard, The Phonemes; “Phenomena Witnessed in Mourning Days (1) Bears Seen on Road in Winter Day”, at Detainees, 13 Jan 012; Rodney Koeneke, in BOTH BOTH, Jan 012; Sarah Kizuk, and Wendy Brown, Walled States, Waning Sovereignty, as quoted in Kizuk’s “Brown, Wendy 2010 Walled States, Waning Sovereignty, reviewed by Sarah Kizuk”, at Environment and Planning D: Society and Space; Michael P McGregor, “Zoned In: James Ferraro: Far Side Virtual”, at Altered Zones, 25 Oct 011; JBR; Julien Poirier, “THE GOALIES OF ELDRITCH so far”, in BOTH BOTH, Jan 012; Mark Scroggins, “Captain Modernism”, “Dawn, New and Improved”, in Red Arcadia, at Shearsman; JBR; Melissa Broder, “Baby Bump”, and Sarafmc, comment appended to same, at HTMLGIANT, 13 Jan 012; Jason Read, “Jason Read reviews the new translation of Pierre Macherey, Hegel or Spinoza”, at New APPS, 10 Jan 012; Gabrielle Calvocoressi, “I Know the Word ‘Stradivarius’: Why I Chose Aase Berg’s Transfer Fat for The Rumpus Poetry Book Club”, at The Rumpus, 13 Jan 012; John Sakkis, “Christa is probably …”, at BOTH BOTH, 13 Jan 012; Alexander Trevi, “Guerilla Depaving”, at Pruned, 13 Jan 012]
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