Here are four monkeys riding a giant guinea pig, because why the fuck not. You breathe like a scientist. And your breath becomes the count of dreams. You smell as sweet as the second-hand books you throw away. And the caverns in the earth are not singing. And I cannot walk around the laboratory. Strong, sober and drunk I come to you. My weakness revealed in my glee. And here is Sarah Palin, drinking a Big Gulp. “My tooth aches and a drowsy numbness pains / my head [she sings]; the gas the dentist gave me / sent me soaring through a pinhole in the sky / It was, to my estimation, Zero Hour.” I went to my favorite restaurant and ordered a typewriter. While I typed I watched this typewriter eat corn off the cob. My daughter is practicing piano in the other room and has set the piano to the exact organ tone in Eraserhead, and seems to be playing the same song. “I want to learn about the seven dwarves of Auschwitz.” Let’s do something clever for once. Let’s keep the banks closed until Friday. In the meanwhile all deposits will vanish from the banks in Spain, Italy and Greece. Let’s ruin the European banks. We are Greeks, we are into tragedy. If we are to die we should take them with us. Let’s transfer our money to Brazil. Bearing down on the resting thickness (the rest is sighs) lent a huge acumen to increments of chroma (an instant like a post). The decay of thickness seen through a perforated sheet (the size of plankton). The performance of us as oblong. How do you belong to this (anamnesia plot)? In the wavy cobalt of the noble zero — and beyond that, the woodsy mango and the mouse in the house. Muggins Mouse. My father’s mansion was built on stilts. From the deck you could see the third age coming, the one Jorn prophesized, the ‘pataphysical. Elsewhere I am in a cottage by the rocky remains of beach glass. Everywhere is the glass oven — bbgttrdmrng (mpa hidden in hindsight mix). I’m working on a cover of this song, and like most covers it starts as a fuzzed-out remix (in this case also pitch shifted and played backwards), then I’ll take out the original and add more stuff. ‘My feminism will be intersectional, or it will be bullshit.’ The pumpkin don’t die. Traffic in the city centre was blocked while a section of the demonstration attacked banks and luxury hotels with rocks, hammers and flares. Others sprayed graffiti on the city’s walls: ‘Dax odia ancora’ (‘Dax still hates’) or ‘Dax Vive’ (‘Dax lives’). And from Steubenville? Candy Crowley on CNN: ‘The victim? Feh. Poor rapist boys, poor rapist boys.’ Then new Pope Giles ate the remains of the ex-Pope’s marmalade.
[Note: Sources: caption to imaged embedded in Nancy Getty FB repost, 17 Mar 013, of a post by I Fucking Love Science (the giant guinea pig is really a capybara. “They’re often referred to as ‘giant guinea pigs’ because of similarities in appearance and ecology.”); Jeffrey Side, “Goldenrod”, “Greenheys Road”, in Distorted Reflections: A Collection of Juvenilia, at Argotist Ebooks; JBR, but see Credo Mobile, FB post, 17 Mar 013; Paul Violi, “Excerpts from the Chronicles”, in Allison Power, “Poem of the Week: Paul Violi”, at The The, 25 Nov 011; Giles Goodland, FB post, 17 Mar 013; Warwick Davis, “I wept to learn about ‘The Seven Dwarves of Auschwitz’”, at The Sun, 9 Mar 013; Yvonne Georgiadou, FB post, 17 Mar 013; Gregg Biglieri, “Anastomosis #1”, at Ixnay 2; JBR; JBR, but see Steve McCaffery, The Darkness of the Present: Poetics, Anachronism, and the Anomaly, as quoted in Garry Thomas Morse, “Text in the City: Negative Capability, or A Kind of Private Quicunque Vult”, at Talon Books, 7 Mar 013; Ethel Rackin, “from The Forever Notes”, at Ixnay 2; Darren Bauler, “bbgttrdmrng …”, at theater of diminished faculties, 17 Mar 013; Flavia Dzodan, as quoted in Richard Seymour, “The Point of Intersection”, at Lenin’s Tomb, 17 Mar 013; Hailey Higdon, “The Occasion for Sacrifice”, in “Hailey Higdon”, at Elective Affinities, 6 Jan 010; “‘We don’t forgive, we don’t forget’: anti-fascists commemorate ten years since the murder of Davide Cesare”, at Libcom, 17 Mar 013 (“On Saturday 16th March 2013, around 10,000 people took part in a demonstration in Milan to commemorate ten years since the murder of Davide Cesare aka ‘Dax’ by fascists”); JBR; Giles Goodland, FB post, 18 Mar 013]