Any country that complies with the International Civil Aviation Organization’s specifications for machine-readable passports can choose to introduce a gender “X.” The idea that plants are fully sentient beings is an increasingly popular opinion. But is it really any mystery why people would be protesting against Wall Street? The cuckoo is a - BANG - he was a big freak: my word verification word is emputy, a mix of empathy and empty. “Pretend instead that words can make a humanness between us.” Only in paintings, you reply. If you won’t arrest me for my manipulations of scale, I won’t play the game of large, docile eyes. One I know said to his son, So now we see you on television: you’re a celebrity now — O enchanting metonyms, you don’t know what you’re getting into: anyway, it cancelled my passport & I just took some, yeh, whatever — ok, say it again o enchanting ring of coins inside every nation’s sobriety slaughter / credit / passion & bleating knots of ring a ring of BANG – a clanking swarm of bottles. Lemon rind. A chicken wing in the mouth of a cat. You could still see the bullet-holes. And in this was a malign intent. It doesn’t mean you should, just because you can, but it doesn’t mean you shouldn’t, just because you can’t. Look how dull and pathetic it is, bombers low to the ground carrying mass communities of flies in tight-skinned giant golems of panty hose. They float ominously down like spirits in comas and settle softly to release the plague of classicism. Painted boxes of broken pottery. It says on the side: We deliver! Who are you, and how did you get in my bankbook with all those t-shirt designs? If humans are blind, and made from masa, halfway through the apple / it has already turned brown, then “Emptiness is not just blah or nothing at all, it is endowed with all the qualities of a Buddha.” In Mystic Wall, 1989 (catalog 62), a figure, perhaps the artist’s alter-ego, stands in front of a wall bristling with these strange Carib symbols, and raises his hands. Love is the seed stuck in the throat of death. A leaf is nervous. This is the equal sign needled into audition. Crumbled octaves, fruit markets, xenography, petticoats, reservoirs where mathematical fluid and relics of social movements might no verb: cellular matter here primarily for networking, ancient wavelengths, electric liquids dense silence and barricades in city parks.
[Note: Sources: AP article quoted in Jacob Sloan, “‘X’ Now A Gender Option In Australian Passports”, at Disinformation, 28 Sept 011; James K. Stanescu, “A Post of Links”, at Critical Animal, 28 Sept 011; Liza Featherstone, as quoted in Jodi Dean, “Featherstone: Protesting Wall St.’s riches”, at I cite, 28 Sept 011; Sean Bonney, “The Commons”, as seen at Bad Press; JBR (re: a comment L appended to the Stanescu post above); Rusty Morrison, Robert Pinsky, as quoted in John Gallagher, “Rusty Morrison/Robert Pinsky”, at Nothing To Say & Saying It, 28 Sept 011; John Ash, “Ruin”, Cursed”, in The Parthia Stations; JBR; phaneronoemikon, “Nostrilla”, at Jellybean Weirdo With Electric Snake Fang, 28 Sept 011; Asa Benveniste, “Tabellae Linnaei 4”, in Throw Out the Life Line Lay Out the Corse; Timothy Morton, “Buddhism, Nihilism, Objects”, at Ecology without Nature, 28 Sept 011; Patrick Elliott “Alan Davie: An Introduction”, in Alan Davie: Work in the Scottish National Gallery of Modern Art (ed. Patrick Elliott); Giles Goodland, “The return of the repressed …”, in What the Things Said; Tom Raworth, “Nothing to the Power of Language”, as quoted in cris cheek, “Sky Tails: An Encryption of Diespersal”, in “Removed for Further Study: The Poetry of Tom Raworth”, in The Gig 13/14; Sean Bonney, “complaint registered March 18th 1871 …”, in “Sean Bonney (after Rimbaud”, at Intercapillary Space]