You’re like, wow, he’s even good at taking a bath. Do You Think Your illness Is Cryptic? In My New Job “The women step out, the men go in”. A masterfully sutured journey. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Click the switch. In the past scholars have been handicapped by a severe shortage of evidence. We are glaciers or snakes. “My illness is an alcoholic pitbull” by Freaky Meat. Queer ecology simply sees this performance happening “below” the human level of meaning, at the level of the genome and other physical beings. (As in all fortunes, is this mountain ;an inner distress?) It begins with Armageddon and ends with a gas mask. First grab a handgun but is run out of ammo. No. Mold Can Bring Me Down! No fucking mold. ETC. It begins with a brawl and end up slaughtering mask. It is sad to type five minutes. I see yellow out? Is that Batman climb a wall-mounted in parallel. Yeah! Grab my twenty-four cinema tickets. Each flatworm tries to pierce the skin of the other by using one of its penises. Mating is a fight because the worm that assumes the female role then must expend considerable energy caring for the developing eggs. And this one’s called The Train Falls Upon Its Wheels Sideways and this one’s called In A Basin Filled with Chinese Goldfish and this one’s called Several Injections of Doctor Yersin’s serum. Despite being vegan sometimes cheese pizza is the only remedy. Some of you will never go to Spanish Fork. That’s where Jason lassos Medea and winter piles up, distinguished by its rich inner life from … ENTER GHOST … Cut it out! Plus — a genuinely freelance position with repetitive selves, a saw horse, an old-fashioned pipe uncomplaining, since error is a natural feature like shoulders. Of course, the AR nature of the project excludes the incredibly interesting and ethically tortuous field of functional body modifications — increases in our functional range, from magnetic implants and exoskeletons to meat-and-blood wings. “We were going to set up a community center,” said Benjamin Phillips, 32, a member of the Occupy Oakland media team. “It would be a place where we could house people, feed people, do all the things that we have been doing.” Friends, listen up. He gathered the remnants of the life he had dreamed. He renounced the burden of the name he bore. He began to walk. He walked down Milwaukee Avenue toward the Flatiron Building. He passed bodegas, taquerias, vintage stores. He met a hustler with a gas can. He walked past the anarchist kids. And he walked, and he walked, and he walked past the cabdrivers trading insults in Urdu, and he walked past convenience stores, and he walked past Latin Kings, and he walked past waitresses getting off night shifts, and he walked past jazz stars that nobody recognized, he walked past the students, the teachers, the cops. And the sky was the color of eggplant and tire fires, the sky was the field that resisted exhaustion. And he walked, and he walked past the puddles and gutters. And no one walked with him. And SUVs burned, and the asphalt ran liquid and Orpheus saw the dissolving sky. Things are good, good is sweet, sweet is gnarly, and gnarly has the musty reek. Sky hook? It’s a thing that attaches to the sky. Then the pizza guy [not the cute pizza guy, worse luck] comes to the door and says, “Peace, Kitty! The sparrow trills for vespers; the grackle he sings for his life.” Blake’s Zoas, Yeats’s gyres, Pound’s dollars, my cream. But, happily, it doesn’t end there, but goes on with images of chimps in the gloaming like Tin Pan Alley meets TAZ in a herd of bush, a bug settling in at ‘Palm Beach Casino Club’. Take me to the empire of dirt, a rebel with an I.O.U. “Cuteness is a Landscape” – and so can you.
[Note: SPD Spring 012 catalog #13. Sources: Eileen Myles, “Collected Blurbs” (written for Ryan Adams, Infinity Blues, Catherine Wagner, My New Job, Julie Carr, Sarah—Of Fragments and Lines, Gerrit Henry, Time of the Night, Ana Bozicevic, Stars of the Night Commute), at Eileen Myles; Anne Gorrick, “My Illness is air ... I'm penetrating every entrance to your mind, taking my time to find out everything about you” (unpublished); Catherine Delano Smith, “Prehistoric Maps and the History of Cartography: An Introduction”, in The History of Cartography: Volume One (eds. J. B. Harley and David Woodward), at University of Chicago Press; Jeffrey Joe Nelson, “Snakes Among the Children”, at Oysterboy Review 4; Timothy Morton, “Queer Ecology revisited”, at Ecology without Nature, 29 Jan 012; Murat Nemet-Nejat, “Coffee Grinds”, at Words Without Borders; Stina Kajaso, “Tuben”, at SONOFDAD, 29 Jan 012;epigraph to Kelli Anne Noftle, “Penis Fencing”, at Blackbird, vol.9 no.1; Marcus Slease, “Vale Tudo”, at Never Mind the Beasts, 29 Jan 012; Kate Zambreno, “sunday”, at Frances Farmer Is My Sister, 29 Jan 012; JBR; Charles North, “Advice”, “Enter Ghost”, “Neige Dolorosa”, “Principals”, at Sienese Shredder; Simone Ferracina, “The Zoned Body”, at Œ (AR = Augmented Reality); Benjamin Phillips, as quoted in Jodi Dean, “Occupy Protesters and Police Clash in Oakland | Truthout”, at I cite, 29 Jan 012; John Beer, “The Waste Land”, at Poetry Foundation; Katie Degentesh, The Anger Scale, Rodney Koeneke, Musee Mechanique, and Sharon Mesmer, as quoted in Mesmer’s “The Anger Scale & Musee Mechanique”, at Modern Americans, 28 Jul 08; Amy De’Ath, “Cuteness is a Landscape”, at Intercapillary Space, 29 Jan 012; Stephen Colbert, I Am America (And So Can You!)]
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