In the House of the Hangman 1046

Like, riverrun, past Eve and Adam’s, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn. Which translate as “I am a love poet, and dedicate all my verses to Love, that god among goddesses, goddess among gods, that cavalcade of hearts, that point on which I turn as both thir clerk and thrall, and also their messenger — therefore herkneth ladings, lordes, if you would love, to these advices.” Data that’s been compounded to a thick cream: a trans-dermal gel: a solution. Data itself that’s been pressed upon and squeezed. I am more interested in the marks upon the data than the data itself. We had to remove the pink panel and smooth over the seam. The original Blinky was a frozen chicken. What followed was a trip to the Los Angeles Pet Cemetery to see if they would bury her — they would, and they did. But I never saw you build a Bible out of bad sex. Don’t you think I look like James Dean? In the last week five children have died during exorcisms. In the more entire flarings of sheet lightning the rain-drops glittered violently in their descent, like a dream of snake eyes. We intend to engineer enhanced adhesive properties in Escherichia coli and marine bacteria to alter the composition and dynamics of resultant biofilms for the adhesion of micro-plastic pollutants, with an extended vision of creating mass aggregates, or ‘Plastic Islands’. The cranky postcolonial in me wonders whether it has become possible to insert slavery into the national narrative because some credit can immediately be squeezed out of Abolition. Wilberforce-like metropolitan saviour figures are harder to find in relation to other forms of imperial oppression. God help me, I’m eating Panera bread at Chuck E. Cheese. God help me. My best friend works at Chuck E. Cheese. And I am in the mouse costume with the local children there. That was the year I tried to work the lines “Let me show you my thing / I am shaped like a heart” into every poem I wrote as if it were indicative of my new seer-like state. The winter passed like wine in a rectory and the Arab spring played out in my dreams if only I knew all that it meant would be happening. I burned peas on the stove and my tongue on pizza on alternating nights, but I was kicking ass compared to Muammar Gaddafi. My cinéma vérité was absolutely true — metaphorically. The scrotum on my elbow has melted away. I always suspected that elegant ladies like to go cephalophore near obelisks at sunset. Bite me, Dan Cathy. And even as his jaw dissolves, he calls Achmed a ‘Barbie Doll’, bitching about overtime. For instance, today hair. For argument’s sake, honey. For I will consider my Cat, MDMA. For more information, sea anemones. Animal impersonators probably preceded all other impersonations.

[Note: Sources: JBR; James Joyce, Finnegans Wake, and H P Lovecract, “The Call of Cthulhu”, as mashed up by Benjamin Noys, Facebook, 8 Aug 012 (translation of the Lovecraft: “In his house at R’lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming”); JBR; Julian Talamantez Brolaski, ADVICE FOR LOVERS, as quoted by Mitch Taylor, Facebook, 8 Aug 012; Bhanu Kapil, “Psychiatry for Ban”, at Was Gertrude Stein a Punjabi?, 8 Aug 012; “Jeffrey Vallance: ‘Blinky, The Friendly Hen’”, at Smart Art Press; Adam Fieled, “#02”, in Cheltenham; JBR, but see “Three Year-Old Malaysian Girl Dies During Exorcism”, at Disinformation, 8 Aug 012; J H Prynne, “Señor Vasquez Speaking and Further Soft Music to Eat By”, in Poems; a research team at University College London, as quoted in Jacob Sloan, “Creating A Habitable Island Made Of Garbage In The Pacific Ocean”, at Disinformation, 8 Aug 012; Rahul Rao, “How Many Buddhists Are There in Northern Ireland?”, at The Disorder of Things, 9 Aug 012; James Ganas, “God help me …”, at James Ganas Was My Best Friend and Im Sorry He Died So Young of Cancer; Scott Keeney, “Year of the Rabbit”, at Tinge 2; JBR; Nicola Masciandaro, Facebook comment, 8 Aug 012; JBR (Cathy’s the homophobic fool (and fool is kind) who runs Chik-Fil-A); phaneronoemikon, “Invisible Giant Rabbit”, at Jellybean Weirdo With Electric Snake Fang, 8 Aug 012; William Keckler, “Ars Amoris”, at Joe Brainard’s Pyjamas (The Sequel), 8 Aug 012; Tony Lopez, “Collecting and Polishing Stories”, in Only More So, as quoted in J Peter Moore, “Durable Excess”, at Free Verse, Spring 012]

Comments

[Ed Baker]

"I am more interested in the marks upon the data than the data itself. We had to remove [....]"

now
that's
some-
"thing"
to
think up
-on !

I like that line & continuation demands furthering this :
Data-Dotta-Dada

attitude
into my
next

Pillow Book

[john]

"Data-Dotta-Dada"

Good, ed.

Beter than the way Eliot ended the waste land, really.