In case you haven't heard or noticed ... it’s snowing on our daffodils ... again. Ha ha. Yes. Times like these are good in that respect. Long may the capitalist crisis last etc! Pity about everyone in the meantime of course. It’s funny because the next post in my Facebook feed asks whether I would eat a braised brisket of unicorn. It’s by Angela Merkel I think she’s talking about Cyprus. One of these cocks is mine. The city you came in on is no longer allowed here. No one will sleep tonite … Old headline: Brawl at Poet’s Recital Three Policemen Bitten. Of course the young Tunisian woman who posted a topless photo of herself bearing the slogan “my body belongs to me, and is not the source of anyone’s honour” has been threatened with death by a cleric who fears a plague of frogs. Or geese. And now this hair outweighs me. Perhaps this has something to do -- albeit tangentially -- with my fixation on “ruin porn” as a recent cultural meme / trope / morbid fixation / whatever. Was it The New Pirates who found it worth making it thru the murk to find this cover of Strayhorn’s ‘Lush Life’? I don’t know, but I’ve been playing it for days, it makes me feel ill or something, voices transported thru some ancient technology, ghosts in the REAL machine sounding out some terrible warning barely disguised as languid balladry, which reminds me that the future portrayed in the Total Recall remake is even more bleak and dystopian than the one of the original, since it depicts Dubstep as still being popular at the end of the 21st century. I mean, if you have never cleaned a pork shoulder on a bad hangover before, my suggestion would be to wait. Then they hooked me up to a million monitors and the ambulance guy looked at the readings and was all “… Oh.” And I was like, “WHAT THE HELL DOES ‘OH’ MEAN?” and then he gave me some nitroglycerin to put under my tongue and I was all, “The explosive from Little House on the Prairie?” and he just stared at me and shoved the drug in my mouth and told the driver to go faster, but technically I wasn’t hallucinating because there was totally an episode of Little House on the Prairie where Pa had to drive a wagon of explosive nitroglycerin across a river. Also, nitroglycerin tastes like pain. Which makes sense since it’s an explosive but they should really be like, “Hey, this is like a red-hot soaked in the blood of Satan but it will distract you from all of the Little House on the Prairie hallucinations you’re not having. It’s totally normal to make your mouth feel like it’s betraying you for not spitting it out and punching me.” Weirdest of all, there were boat docks built high up on the surrounding hillsides, waiting for their lake. The space in “Waking Up” feels more crammed. The ubiquitous cigarette protrudes from the pinkish, red head of the recumbent figure, its open eye staring. A red and pink sheet hangs down from the bed on the spectator side, blotched, maybe bloody. Behind the bed, in an area largely black, Guston has drawn the outlines of heads and upside-down shoes in gray. One of the gray-and-black heads gazes toward the red-and-pink head, but without making eye contact. Alwyred’s among the words we need. My apple core is food in the trough of pigs. Long knitted wires read out what you know in the same voice, subtract the chewed-up keys. The archive pivots on a complicity. & the land’s remainder: serial references looped oblivious as droning underlay. When he was dissatisfied with what he had done, he wiped the surface with turpentine or scraped it cleanish and drew something else — a book sitting open in an erased cloud. Here is the contested space of painting.
[Note: Sources: Joann Hershberger Henderson, FB post, 24 Mar 013; Aindriu Macfehin, FB comment, 24 Mar 013; JBR, FB comment, 24 Mar 013; JBR (for my Cypriot FB friend Yvonne Georgiadou); Josef Kaplan, One of These Cocks Is Mine, at GAUSS PDF; Eric Rzepka, FB post, 24 Mar 013; Yvonne Georgiadou, FB post, 24 Mar 013; JBR; Anastasia Hager, FB post, 24 Mar 013; JBR; Luciano Barotto, “Petitioning Tunisian Government : Amina must be safe”, at Change.org (“Islamist cleric Adel Almi, president of Al-Jamia Al-Li-Wassatia Tawia Wal-Islah has called for Amina's flogging and stoning to death saying Amina's actions will bring misfortune by causing ‘epidemics and disasters’ and ‘could be contagious and give ideas to other women ...’”); JBR (yes I despise him); Arlene Ang, “Different Uses of Window”, at Hangman 9; Greyhoos, “Some Lateral Thoughts, I (Playing Through)’, at Our God Is Speed, 24 Mar 013; JBR; Darcie Dennigan, “Orienteering in the Land of the New Pirates”, at Hangman; JBR; David Grundy, “john coltrane: ‘lush life’ in seattle, 1965”, at Streams of Expression, 24 Mar 013; JBR; David Winters, “the future portrayed …”, at Hugging the Horse, 24 Mar 013; JBR; Jono Tosch, “carnitas and tortilla”, at Oil Changes, 24 Mar 013; Jenny Lawson, “I want a medal for not writing a bear pun in this title”, at The Blogess, 24 Mar 013; Geoff Manaugh, “Cool Dam”, at BLDG/BLOG, 24 Mar 013; John Yau, “Philip Guston’s Line”, at Hyperallergic, 24 Mar 013; Kathleene K West, FB comment, 24 Mar 013 ((Welsh > ON wyrd) n. state of being: weird all morning. Earliest Usage cf. Old Icelandic Dictionary: “Eg er alltmorgan wyrd,” Egil Skallagrimssons Saga); Logan Ryan Smith, “red apple falls”, in Stupid Birds; Luke Roberts, “Sunroof”, in False Flags; Lisa Robertson, “Palinode”, in R’s Boat; Nat Raha, “(coda)”, in Octet]