I thought I heard a plane. F began to scream. He screamed until I / slapped him and his head snapped back. By then, the sound was / gone. / / G, was that you? / / Come back. Apollo it is that I love, that shall be swallowed by the great wolf and be reborn as a butterfly in the hair of a goddess. The same is not true but desired: I desire it. We are not living in the end times, as the title of a recent book by Slavoj Žižek puts it. This is the afterlife: we are already dead. Ecological awareness thus takes the form of noir fiction, that is to say, it is an Oedipal loop in which the detective finds out that he is the culprit: the difference between knowing and being known collapses, but not in the liberating manner some expect(ed). You have stirred the cup of tea / so insists caustic legend / now you can jump in it. Which reminds me of the Russian billionaire with the mini-giraffe, so excited about DIRECTV he says, “I jomp on eet,” sounding like every other non-Russian Russian on American television. Dear Burger King, I hereby offer to produce free advertising for you if you let me know where in London I can find your new Bacon Sundae. I want that sweet taste of decadence and late roman hedonism. The precariat is created by such new forms of capitalist production. In fact, the format of the new processes is easy enough to describe. Nowadays, the economy is characterized by objects measuring 12.2×2.7×2.4 metres made from steel sheeting with lockable doors – the container as universal unit. Which reminds me of Beavis and Butthead, which reminds of that classic film, Piranhaconda, which reminds me that after Huibers dreamt, he used the ancient measurement of the cubit — the length of a man’s arm from elbow to fingertips — to build his Ark to the dimensions specified in the book of Genesis. It’s has just been opened to the public on the Merwede River in the Dutch town of Dordrecht. Huibers has filled his ark with life-sized plastic animals and an aviary of live birds to give visitors more to interact with. Oh wow! Oh wow! Oh wow! OK. Wait. Bacon??? I still don’t get the joke about Foucault in the pool with Duchamp trying to name at least five sexual positions but I want to drive this metaphor into a popsicle. Then I saw there was a reference in “other fields”. First, it seems more appropriate for it to be in “human society”. Second, I see very little distinction between what goes in “human society” and “other fields”. The definition in “other fields” is better than the definition I have / had in “human society”. “& the main thing is we begin with a white sink a whole new language is a temptation. Men on the wall in postures please take your foot by your hand & think that this is pictures, picture book & letters to everyone dash you tell what the story is once once when they were nearly ready.” That makes perfect sense. (Towards the end of the interview, Ashbery admits: “I’ve been very influenced by Jack Benny. I used to do a very good imitation of him which went: ‘Hm … Well!’”) All this talk among tumblr lipstick misandrists (aka queer white cis women who entertain cis men as (even quasi) monogamous bedguests) is not only making me ZzZzZz. But I’m going to secede from Tumblr Lipstick Misandry, like yesterday. I am not a Tumblr Lipstick Misandrist. (Maybe I never was. I’m shy with cosmetics and I’m Queer As In Barf, Cis Men and I’m a lil’ bit brown and I’m not interested in having uncomfortable / inappropriate discussions about my boyfriend’s junk and defining my queerness on that. Because really, why is that a focal point again? Because HELLO, it’s dysphoric for him? Would I still be queer without my partner? What is a genital?). So I have decided instead / To declare myself / A Tumblr Eyebrow Misandrist. With one arch of the eyebrow, I side-eye the fuck out of heteropatriarchy. I am confident my eyebrows will do a great job of symbolically castrating all those who shall cross me. They are like a 6-inch blade, except on my face. I have been grooming my minions ever since they were little tween Chonga brows, and I think it is time for them to go forth and pulverize. Does this have anything to do with “infinite, flopping-but-severed mermaid tails washing up on the shores”? Shown here are X-ray data from NASA’s Chandra X-ray Observatory (blue), optical data from the University of Michigan's 0.9 meter Curtis Schmidt telescope at the NSF’s Cerro Tololo Inter-American Observatory (CTIO; yellow) and the Digitized Sky Survey (orange and light blue), plus radio data from the NRAO’s Very Large Array and Green Bank Telescope (VLA / GBT; red).
[Note: Sources: Kate Durbin, “Silence”, as quoted in Midwest Book Review’s Amazon review of Durbin’s The Ravenous Audience; J H Prynne, “Song in the Sight of the World”, in Poems; Timothy Morton, “Dark Ecology: Philosophy in the Anthropocene”, as quoted in his “Sawyer Seminar at U Wisconsin Madison”, at Ecology without Nature, 2 Aug 012; JBR; Bill Griffiths, “Transition”, in The Mud Fort; JBR; David, at Dinu Lipatti’s Bones, 3 Aug 012; Stefan Jnsson, “The Container”, as excerpted at The New Inquiry, 2 Aug 012; JBR; Jacob Sloan, “Dutch Businessman Constructs To-Scale Replica Of Noah’s Ark After Dream”, at Disinformation, 2 Aug 012; Steve Jobs, supposedly (“purported last words”), and Del Ray Cross, as quoted in Cross’s “mdclxxxvii”, at Anachronizms, 2 Aug 012; JBR; Josef Kaplan, Troll Thread, v.1, at Troll Thread; Bernadette Mayer, Memory, via Mitch Taylor, Facebook, 2 Aug 012; John Latta, “Two Newly Found James Schuyler Poems”, at Isola di Rifiuti, 1 Aug 012; Suzy X, “All this talk ..,”, at Suzy X, 1 Aug 012; JBR; j/j hastain and t thilleman, as quoted in Michael Leong, “Approximating Diapason (Spuyten Duyvil, 2012) by j/j hastain & t thilleman”, at Big Other, 2 Aug 012; image caption in Tom Clark, “Stephen Crane: ‘There was a man who lived a life of fire”, at Tom Clark Beyond the Pale, 2 Aug 012]