Trapped, I noise and flap, send you pressed air. “I ate this gummy peach at UC Berkeley, and the walls of the academy rumbled.” You have a spore in your brain; you’ll have sex with an invertebrate. Once under way, it moves neither where it is, nor where it is not. Pan holds back his cry, no nymph or non-nymph cuts the waterline; instead of “A Day in the Life of a Naropa University Writing Professor” -- it is now: “A Day in the Life of a Monster.” Prepare for journeys to the ER; know that your guides will be Miss Piggy and meth and the shadows of the dead. They want to know if I want to change my air filter. Highlights: a plate of foaming innards. A life-size silver stencil of Durga sitting on her lion on the side of a box-car. As Stacia M Fleegal says, “I’m at peace with my lust.” I Wanna Be in a Rock Band w/ Anne Sexton. Lewd Monkey Goddesses, Luminous Death and Sequined Birth … I take a stone from the right pocket of my greatcoat, suck it, stop sucking it, put it in the left pocket of my greatcoat, the one empty (of stones). I take a second stone from the right pocket of my greatcoat, suck it, put it in the left pocket of my greatcoat. And so on … A face is tattooed on my face — when my eyes close, his open. I take the wing of a car and tuck into my mouth. There is business, after the war, and then the war / Grows up into middle age, there is a PhD program. As space yields to nouns / Does time yield to verbs? / Is there is no other yield / In this my capitalist love? / Pronouns are multinational / … / [Except on television] A night of news / Is a night of blood / Narrative shamelessly exposes itself melts to song … Is Boo Boo Hiding in the Blank of Blank, or possibly a more apt, those of a mouse, an everything evening I’m still unaccustomed to, flying through it over my town. That was a boring seminar! Traffic laws exist to be broken / not to be ignored. Thank you, Michelle for allowing me to awake to ”the inexorable, epidemic obsession with resonances”! The words least of all remain the same Arcimboldo’s are whispered into the upturned ear of a large, edible fungus. And now for a couple hours afib.
[Note: SPD Spring 012 Catalog #6 (don’t ask me why I continued into the G’s). Sources: Rebecca Farivar, “Echolocation”, at Rebecca Farivar; Melissa Broder, “Blurbs”, at HTMLGIANT, 20 Jan 012; “Lines in the Sand” episode of House; Hans Faverey, “from My Little Finger”, at Jacket 31; Bhanu Kapil, “Solution!”, “Analyzing Syllabi”, at Was Jack Kerouac a Punjabi?, 20 Jan 012; Lia Purpura, SPD blurb for Steve Fellner, The Weary World Rejoices; JBR, but see Stacia M Fleegal (it’s the tagline to her website/blog); JBR; Stacia M Fleegal, “LYLAS, Sylvia!—My old school literary yearbook”, at Stacia M Fleegal; Sarah Walko, “Lewd Monkey Goddesses, Luminous Death and Sequined Birth”, at Hyperallergic, 20 Jan 012 (on Monica Cook, Volley) (I think I've been calling the site Hyperallergenic by mistake, sigh ...); Samuel Beckett, Molloy, as quoted in John Latta, “Machinery”, at Isola di Rifiuti, 20 Jan 012; Joe Fletcher “Metaphysics and Tyranny”, at Octopus 6; Dina and Dan, “Dina and Dan Might Make It Rain Roughly”, at Boys With Short Hair, 20 Jan 012; Gloria Frym, “from Mind Over Matter”, at Coconut 6; JBR; Ben Flowers, “Is Boo Boo Hiding in the Blank of Blank”, as quoted in Ben Mirov [and Amy Lawless], “Ben & Amy Read Chapbooks: Photo Review Edition”, at HTMLGIANT, 20 Jan 012; Martin Glaz Serup, “Seven Poems” (tr. Thomas E Kennedy), at 3:AM Magazine; Hrag Vartanian, “Absolutely No Comment: Berlin Press Release Edition”, at Hyperallergic, 20 Jan 012 (Michelle = Michelle Vaughan; the press release is for an exhibition of (a?) work by Thomas Zipp at Ausstellungsraum Céline and Heiner Bastian); Chris Glomski, “Realism”, at Precipitate vol.2 no.1; JBR]
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