STEP BACK IN DISGUSTED AMAZEMENT AND GAG VORACIOUSLY IN THE PRESENCE OF SEMI-AUTOMATIC CONCRETE SPLATTERY > A KIND OF INTENSELY GESTURAL ATONAL PROTO-CLASSICISM WITH ONE FOOT “IN” WEBERN AND THE OTHER BURIED IN A PARTICULARLY NASTY SLOWED-DOWN HORN SAMPLE. SPEAKING OF WHICH, fuck Hell. Video from the finish line: screams and an enormous cloud of white smoke, and about 20 seconds between the blasts. Jackie Bruno, a reporter for New England Cable News, said on Twitter she saw people’s legs blown off. Whichever statement has the higher number on the electronic display is the one “more true”. THE DARK WOULD. I move out of a sweaty pool / (The sea!) / And sit up higher on the rock. How strange to be gone in a minute! I heard some runners finished the 26 miles and then ran over to Mass General to donate blood. Meanwhile, in Iraq, a whole other series of bombs. When I say “we were standing close” am I saying: we were not touching? I don’t understand, he says. Do I need arrowheads or dreadlocks to reach my rawest thoughts? “Yet I ride by the margin of that lake / … / and have a small boy’s notion of doing good.” And so take this, from Stuart Calton’s poem closing out the issue: the long haul. Those vitamin supplements / people ﬁlling the gel capsules are / tonight themselves the gel capsules we must get / beyond. And tomorrow we went off on our / head decentering the polypolar lattice jauntily / yours in productive enmeshment nobody. If I’m left out reading a prescribed betaphysics taping shake as a proleptic instruction manual for using the display-case tv’s remote to shank the biopolitical elevator to a planetary zero, then Calton’s text is in part a reminder that there’s work to be done before “tomorrow,” a plan of action (“decentering the polypolar lattice”) that need be dispersed asap. Questions necessarily arise: What prototype will we mimic in collecting conformativity? Who of us will accede to having “no” “body”, interfaced with some identity as a generative leach? Sh. Etc. Shit … I wonder about this particular shit … I’ve never noticed it like this before. Absorb the smell of the “de-odorizers” used so that the rug just smells like that. I mean, magnetic putty is just like any other putty in that you can handle it, sculpt it, and squeeze it in a fist as you visualize your enemies. But place it anywhere near a strong magnetic field and it will SPONTANEOUSLY ANIMATE and move all sluglike to consume anything magnetic in its path. Some names of the lion:
al-Muzafur “Whose Coat Is Yellow, Stained With Red”
al-Qasqas “Whose Food Has Bones In It”
al-Ifrit “The Demon,” also al-Ifirriyy, al-Ifras, al-Ifriya,
al-Nifriya and al-Nifrit
al-Harhar “Whose Gut Sloshes [When he Walks]”
Now I read in an attic room in Rotterdam, bright and clear and sparse, with midnight blue carpet. There’s a skylight and three tall windows. It’s my observatory; I’m in Hoeller’s garret, transplanted. I write to my friend Pascal Poyet about reading a passage about the main character’s insomnia, as I myself am up late with my own insomnia, no doubt from all the recent train travel and changes of places and rooms. I tell him the insomniac character was watching from his garret window as his host worked very late, below in his atelier; he could be observed in a pool of lamplight through the atelier’s unshuttered window. His work was taxidermy. He was observed bent over for hours in the night, stuffing vast quantities of polystyrene into the corpse of a huge black bird.
[Note: Sources: Stuart Calton / THF Drenching, “liner notes” to Fight-Bus 4 Life, at Free Music Archive; JBR; Erin McClam, “Explosions rock finish of Boston Marathon; 2 killed and at least 23 hurt, police say”, at NBC News, 15 Apr 013 approx. 1:30 PM PDT; Frederick Dodson, on the Trutester, at Reality Creation.org; Christine Wong Yap, “the dark would: a new language art anthology”, at r+d, 11 Mar 013; Philip Whalen, “Sourdough Mountain Lookout”, in Postmodern American Poetry: A Norton Anthology Second Edition (ed. Paul Hoover); Ted Berrigan, “from The Sonnets (LXXXVIII)”, in Hoover; JBR; Nicholas Kristof, as quoted in Marthe Reed, FB post, 15 Apr 013; JBR; Rosmarie Waldrop, “CONVERSATIONS 3 (Object Relations”, “On Vertigo”), in Hoover; Robert Creeley, “The Way”, as quoted in Bill Berkson, “Code Unknown: The Golden Rule”, at Poetry Foundation; Justin Katko, and Stuart Calton, “Versus All-Over Body Ghost”, as quoted in Katko’s “Editor’s Note”, at Plantarchy 2; Matthew Timmons, “I Wonder About Shit (Part 2)”, at Wonder, 15 Apr 013; JBR; Christopher Jobson, “Magnetic Putty is Completely Amazing/Terrifying”, at Colossal, 15 Apr 013; al Husayn ibn Ahmad ibn Khalawayh, Names of the Lion (tr. David Larsen), as quoted in John Latta, “David Larsen’s Names of the Lion”, at Isola di Rifiuti, 31 Jul 09; Lisa Robertson, “Observatory”, at Harriet, 15 Apr 013]