So Galeano left the hospital to write a poem called “Day of the Disappeared”. To be a girl who asks questions trying to find holes in the material. Bilateral jets of sperm have you understood me? SALT PEANUTS. A 6-point jump. VIVA TRAUMA! … a new way of being in the sky … “and no flowers! Is that clear?” … A pitiful 6-point jump. Dirty Harry mumbling to an empty chair. Sleeping blue note. Chair responding with four thirty three. A mile requires 10,560 hotcakes, single file – or do you want ‘em three abreast? All right, all right – three abreast. That’s 31,680 hotcakes per mile. Five hundred times 31,680 hotcakes equals 15,840,000 hotcakes, and that is how many hotcakes it takes to lay a carpet three cakes wide from here to San Francisco. Desaparecidos: los muertos sin tumba, las tumbas sin nombre. / Y también: / … / las estrellas en la noche de las ciudades. Si. Es verdad I still have a thorn inside me. Get on this horse, he said. But the horse said, Don’t. So this is Echo Lake? I will think of you if I ever see a bear. Also worth noting that the severed head looks like a combination CNN image capture / Chuck Close portrait. And they said they would never put any photos of cats in Artforum. I mean,
where have your
eyes gone back to,
dreamed under curricula leaf solos still
shaking the impossible X wants to
wipe you out like a [like a?]
the difference is unrecountable.
dare to breathe,
I'm sorry we can’t
limit push beyond oil-well slip
pulled up at midnight, your blue slender
taskforce unhooking and papering silver crosses on aching trees
It all stews together—
souped in a
stink of bone & brevity
what loses face to maul, what pools
love to arson, shifts light ungathered
to a narrower acid track.
On the final night of the convention, I sat and watched entire battalions of police march in rank through downtown Tampa. The cops traveled by horse, Segway, bike, something that might be described as a military grade golf cart, dump truck, Humvee, SUV, pickup truck, helicopter, regular police car, etc. … The phone rings. It’s Prophet Jordan, I-800-something, calling because he knows “you’re in one of the toughest times of your life.” They are like the hamster’s road to heaven, knowing gerbils get there first in the spinning cylinder. They have been inside coloured rooms with spayed cats and pieces of onion in sandwiches made by experts. They have seen bathrooms in which water is natural. They have half a pencil in my pockets. Friends, I am friend. I speak with a capital letter at the beginning of every sentence. I include vowels in words. I look like a clock. In a recent note it was shown that the Goldstone theorem, that Lorentz-covariant field theories in which spontaneous breakdown of symmetry under an internal Lie group occurs contain zero-mass particles, fails if and only if the conserved currents associated with the internal group are coupled to gauge fields. The purpose of the present note is to report that, as a consequence of this coupling, the spin-one quanta of some of the gauge fields acquire mass; the longitudinal degrees of freedom of these particles (which would be absent if their mass were zero) go over into the Goldstone bosons when the coupling tends to zero.
Cuba Debate, 31 Aug 012 (hat tip Rhonda Neugebauer) (Google translation: Missing: the dead without grave, unmarked graves. And also: ;… the stars at night in the cities); Eleni Stecopoulos, Daphnephoria; Claude Pelieu, Kali Yug Express (tr. Mary Beach); JBR (thinking John Cage); JBR (a reference to the post-convention polls and to a failed performance by Clint Eastwood); T-Bone Slim, “31,680 Hotcakes Per Mile”, as quoted in Franklin Rosemont, Joe Hill: The IWW & the Making of a Revolutionary Workingclass Counterculture; Christoper Deweese, “Poem Beginning With a Line by Lionel Messi”, at Infinite Owls, 21 May 012; Ron Padgett, “Everybody and His Uncle”, at Infinite Owls, 14 Jan 011; Josef Kaplan, comments relating to Kevin Killian, Action Kylie, and Brad Flis, Peasants, in “Attention Span 2009 – Josef Kaplan”, at Third Factory / Notes to Poetry; JBR; Francesca Lisette, in Poems, Written Between October and December 2010, and Samuel Solomon, as quoted in Solomon’s “What Pools Love to Arson: Two Recent Pamphlets from Younger British Poets”, at Lana Turner; Kyle Kramer, “I WATCHED MICHELE BACHMANN TALK ABOUT SPINACH ON THE LAST DAY OF THE RNC”, at Vice, 31 Aug 012; JBR, and Prophet Jordan, who called me 31 Aug approx. 5:40 PM PDT; Allen Bramhall, “During the Balloon Drop”, at Simple Theories, 31 Aug 012; Peter W. Higgs, “BROKEN SYMMETRIES AND THE MASSES OF GAUGE BOSONS … (Received 31 August 1964)”, at PHYSICAL REVIEW LETTERS, vol. 13, no 16]