As the Lord of Love says in a vision, “Ego tamquam centrum circuli, cui simili modo se habent circumferentie partes, tu autem non sic” – “I am like the centre of a circle, equidistant from all points, but you are not” – because you are (always) beginning a new life, a new shape, here at the edge. I still like, am cushioned by the blow / back am an instant fuckshard stat / ing : Songify this ! Mark market abstraction hypergraphic pressure & mark broken letter resolution image streaking low-end longing falls into serotonin trance. Cos in my kitchen a beach ball, a plaintain, an abandoned baby are waiting for their minute, beset by rays alpha infra & ultra beating down on an aluminium nest. A lizard in a bottle of fortifying liquor massaged into the palms of the hands can both say that our condition is partially though perhaps not fully funded by the smog line and Question: what do they (the “pipe-like chunks” / mechanisms) all do? – what does it say about our culture that we have these indistinguishable or non-descript “chunks” to serve so many functions / purposes? You treat me well seven times over in dream landed circles of decay and bottle it now for posterity and the Olympic swimmers fetishise the air-con unit killings in Hong Kong, fact ----------- you are tranquil proteins continue to fold / into that white light move on you’re green to go: collect it’s terminal Love: subject to dissection scoped and splayed open to [un]sterilised air. Now don’t get me wrong: We are the colours of the earth’s resistance to its own broken heart. Hold yourself. Hold your own hands right now. Take these three words, only these. Spit your heart into a heart’s graffiti on the birth of the Esperanza. Now don’t get me wrong: Colossus capita articulated damage fragments. Rhetoric = Any almost-expired birthday cake. Or is it a rebuttal? Let's alter that slightly, and give this as an instance of Rebu-tol, a Rebu(s) pastille (pill) as avatar of the pharmakon's contentious seeming, for when we read anything, we are either generous (prone to hermeneutic lubrication / process), or unforgiving (as likely to truncate, make flat, look no further, flatter the unflattered literal / littoral, looking for no omens of that general and benthic profundus available in the coagulus of self with other, ie, political filtering). To wit(h), Judgement rather than association. Get radiant! [Baby …] (And thanks for all the fucking money!) Eaten by dogs. I think of something Louise Bourgeois once wrote – that she wore strange clothes while she was traveling. See also: Britney Spears in the tattoo parlor, Joan of Arc, Renee Falconetti’s real tears, Eve Sedgwick, Edie Sedgwick. Edie versus Eve. It’s hard to think about sex while going through chemotherapy. “Who’s There?” The book begins. Glancing left, I see a giant golden Buddha. Glancing right, I see the Yamuna. The chemicals in it give off a faint green light. Eaten by dogs. viewed: 36,560 times. Eaten by dogs. viewed: 17,809 times. Person with disability: prosthetics above body. Partially eaten by dogs. viewed: 32,144 times. Old man killed with daughters; family recognised. viewed 30,411 times. Man making “Shuhada” sign: there is one God, because he knew he was about to be shot. viewed 18,135 times. No comment. viewed: 23,455 times. Man killed at home, identified. viewed 13,759 times.
[Note: Sources: Edmund Hardy, “A Second Life”, Joe Luna, “Royal Exchange”, Robert Hampson, “love’s damage”, Amy De’ath, “Free Sonnets (2)”, Tim Atkins, “Petrarch #151”, “Petrarch #153”, Elizabeth Guthrie, “Portraits”, Jennifer Cooke, “Mix Tapping”, David Ashford, “Consolatio Philosophiae”, Jonty Tiplady, “Pop Poetry”, Francesca Lisette, “On Being an Angel (for Francesca Woodman)”, at Surrey Poetry Festival Magazine 21. 05. 11. (everything not noted is by JBR); Donora Hilliard, in “Competition Update: #DefineRhetoric @HarlotTweets”, at Harlot, 30 May 012; phaneronoemikon, “A Rebuttal, A Contextualization, and a Path”, at Jellybean Weirdo With Electric Snake Fang, 30 May 012; Andrea Brady “Chronic (6)”, in Wildfire; Kate Zambreno, “two girls fat and thin”, at France Farmer Is My Sister, 29 May 012; Daphne Marlatt, and Laura Mullen, as quoted in Mullen’s “Laura Mullen on Daphne Marlatt”, at Delirious Hem, 29 May 012; Bhanu Kapil, “Belucchi at Midnight”, at Was Gertrude Stein a Punjabi?, 29 May 012]