In the House of the Hangman 1155

The protein, called ‘cardiac myosin binding protein C’, was already known to interact with calcium signalling mechanisms in heart cells – calcium plays a vital role in regulating muscle contraction – “but we didn’t know what would allow the change in calcium signalling to occur.” Everywhere you look you see something rusted and eroding, from the crisscrossing rows of overhead pipes to the rusted and defunct machine parts littering the entire factory floor. “Every day is a good day.” The geographic fidelity of Eigner’s particulars is matched only by their deference to the silent abstractions of empty typespace. Isn’t that also the secret of the letters, and the dashes, of M-C-M? The Giza-like, seemingly alien geometry of the pyramidal cage compared to the wild and barely containable spheroid burr of the living cell is remarkable, a collision of orders as if the Gothic met the Doric or the Baroque met the Romanesque. Interestingly, though, at least according to New Scientist, "Because the pyramids have holes in the sides and are close together, the cells can interact for the most part as they naturally do." In other words, these apparently oppositional modes — the fuzzy and the straight — incredibly, even miraculously, don't interfere with one another at all. The first people born not right they talked. It was not right. They were furry. He began to hear Above-Old-Man. He began to think about it, “How am I going to get rid of them?” In time he knew it. Condor knew it what was going to happen. Water was going to come. That is why it was woven. No one knew anything about it. Long time it was made basket was finished. Water came. His sister got in. It began to be tossed by waves. They knew nothing any more. Suddenly it no longer moved. He thought it was (floating) at anchor. That is when they pushed it (opening) aside. They looked around. Land they saw. He knew (that) people were no more. He started to look for them. He saw no one. Birds. He saw wild pigeons, birds, turtle doves. He began to fly about. A woman in Sweden has been charged with engaging in sexual activities with a human skeleton and could face jail time for disturbing the peace of the dead. Just look at it: those beautiful folds, those railroad lips. There are struts for the wings, and ribbons for the bagpipe. Sweet are the uses of adversity, which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in his head. Said William Shakespeare of London, England. Who can argue? Toads are stupendous. Different than frogs. Not slimy like frogs. Especially not when I’m asleep. Though I don’t expect to be able to fool them for long – my recent research involves an intense study of certain individual notes played on Cecil Taylor’s Unit Structures, and so obviously, once I’ve managed to isolate them, I have to listen to these notes over and over again, at very high volume. I am inside the womb of the earth and this womb is also a church. This is a space without limits. The blackness is total. I see green glass exploding and turning into translucent blue birds, their glowing red hearts beating as color rains down on me. I am Ophelia floating down the river, I am beneath the dome of flashing commerce in Berlin, alone and lost, laughing, I am a child walking around the house in the middle of the night crying, hallucinating the chirps of my dead parakeet Kiki. I hear Kiki singing from a shoebox in the garage. “You are not obligated to complete the work, but neither are you free to desist from it.” The side of a hammer is called a cheek. The end of a hammer, opposite the striking end, is called a peen.

[Note: Sources: Gemma Black, and Cy Jeffries, as quoted in Black’s “The ‘enigmatic’ protein behind our heartbeat”, at Cosmos, 21 Nov 012; John Yau, and Yun Men, as quoted in Yau’s “Can I Get a Witness? Working from Observation”, at Hyperallergic, 25 Nov 012; Ruth Jennison, “Attention Span 2012 | Ruth Jennison”, at Third Factory / Notes to Poetry, 25 Nov 012 (on Larry Eigner, Collected Poems); Geoff Manaugh, “The Cell and the Pyramid”, at BLDG/BLOG, 25 Nov 012; Gladys A. Reichard, “Wyot Grammar and Texts”, at Ariana Reines, 24 Nov 012; Reuters article, quoted in majestic, “Sex With A Skeleton!”, at Disinformation, 25 Nov 012; John Olson, “Warts and Toads and the Uses of Adversity”, at Tillalala Chronicles, 24 Nov 012; Sean Bonney, “Letter on Work and Harmony”, at Abandoned Buildings, 24 Nov 012; Jackie Wang, “It began as a night vision that landed on the poem as a wave”, at Ballerinas Dance With Machine Guns, 13 Nov 012; Rabbi Tarfon, Pirkei Avot 2:21, as quoted in Rabbi Jill Jacobs, “Pirkei Avot: Ethics of Our Fathers”, at My Jewish Learning (some translators (e.g. Jacobs) do not define the task; others interpret/interpolate that the task is Torah study, others that it’s “the perfecting of the world” (tikkun olam). Which just might be three ways of describing the same thing. For Joann Hershberger Henderson); The Book of Useless Information, as quoted by Joann Hershberger Henderson, FB comment, 25 Nov 012]

Comments

[Joann]

Love it.

[Ed Baker]

it's actually a
ball-peen
hammer shape's
what is struck

is a tool that is
nestled in the top-setion
of every machinist's took-box

a few months ago I accidentally
threw out my grandfather's Ball-peen Hammer...

the one that he used when working at the Navy Yard here...
then at the Torpedo Factory I recall going there in about 1945 or 6 or 47
to an open house..(My dad was then also working there (1942-1948).

[john]

Ver gad, Joann.

Yeah, Ed, but the ball does the shaping, the peen balances it on the other end of the head. So no one's wrong. Sorry you threw out the old hammer. Those things have histories. If only hammers could talk ...

[Ed Baker]

the throwing out of it was
like most of my poems/art

an
accident

that
one
jus kant separate the "ball" from the "peen"

or why/how to so do ?

my dad and my grandfather and some cousins
worked
not only or torpedoes
but also on the first Norton Bomb Sight

and most likely subsequent ones that allowed us to
pin-point bombs-away-over Tokyo...

and Nazi Germany before that...

this was before the present "smart bombs" that from 35,000
up can seek out tunnels in Iraq/Iran/and/ et ceteras.. and go in through the cave entrance and 'take out' without nary a scratch on the villagers who live near-by

damn shame they didn't have these present "smart bombs" in The Nam
would have saved a million lives that no one talks about !

let me know when they raise my taxes again
to pay for all of the non-stop Bull Shit that continues to "go down"

at least we'll be able to change things with the next congressional elections i just hope that not too many more Dems who (seem to) know things retire ! I know that I would take the perks and run.