i tell everyone i’m a
writer
because
i’ve had sex
and
i tell everyone i’m a
porn star.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Mod Lit; or my tickle-me-pink aesthetics
[a rehash]
Weird is no
longer all that
weird.
Dada and kinfolk,
well beyond their golden anniversaries,
a 100 years later,
are no longer experimental
but post-experimental.
Even with its freshest incarnations,
it is still old.
There is a literature that lures man away from himself,
and there is a literature that forces man to face himself,
cope,
repent from,
replenish himself.
The one seeks to make the author
invisible thru plot or gimmicks with words,
while the other seeks to expose the author
and hence the common fallacies of his human bothers
either to air out wounds or
just let the gangrene set in,
to either heal or rot away, hopefully.
In my opinion,
art is no longer needed to
merely distract the species from its autistic
window-gazing during our time of obvious crisis.
Art, whether she realizes
it or not, like science, alleviates
and eases this bitch called life,
and both must respond to the needs of the people if they are to be relevant.
As much as I like
Gertrude Stein and
dismiss Ayn Rand,
people even then--even now
and far into the future--will prefer
to read Aynie over Gerty.
the status quo is to buck the status quo.
be a bride of your age, says Bertie, and be a widow in the next.
Weird is no
longer all that
weird.
Dada and kinfolk,
well beyond their golden anniversaries,
a 100 years later,
are no longer experimental
but post-experimental.
Even with its freshest incarnations,
it is still old.
There is a literature that lures man away from himself,
and there is a literature that forces man to face himself,
cope,
repent from,
replenish himself.
The one seeks to make the author
invisible thru plot or gimmicks with words,
while the other seeks to expose the author
and hence the common fallacies of his human bothers
either to air out wounds or
just let the gangrene set in,
to either heal or rot away, hopefully.
In my opinion,
art is no longer needed to
merely distract the species from its autistic
window-gazing during our time of obvious crisis.
Art, whether she realizes
it or not, like science, alleviates
and eases this bitch called life,
and both must respond to the needs of the people if they are to be relevant.
As much as I like
Gertrude Stein and
dismiss Ayn Rand,
people even then--even now
and far into the future--will prefer
to read Aynie over Gerty.
the status quo is to buck the status quo.
be a bride of your age, says Bertie, and be a widow in the next.
Pastoral Hymn; or GYNO (II)
well your baby is average
about seven inches long
says Dr. Fourfinger
and look
look
there is his penis
he’s a boy
a boy!
and i say
so you say he’s average right
i mean, you know what i mean
average right
and then the doc looks at my wife
spread out on the gurney
and says
you can dress him up
but you can’t take him out
can you
about seven inches long
says Dr. Fourfinger
and look
look
there is his penis
he’s a boy
a boy!
and i say
so you say he’s average right
i mean, you know what i mean
average right
and then the doc looks at my wife
spread out on the gurney
and says
you can dress him up
but you can’t take him out
can you
An anonymous page from my notebook
unpaid work
a cove => ?
all either past or future whores
the banks of piled up beer cans (snowbank)
while the going was good
tipster
oh atheist, you serve disdain like a montheist
antonomasia : ‘his lordship’; those ‘Don Juan’s’
poetic perjury
boardinghouse
escutcheon : the shield in a coat of arms
ornamental protective plate around/keyhole, lightswitch, drawer pull,
doorhandle etc.
to blot one’s escutcheon : taint one’s reputation
Do you remember, the drops of water made her blackraincoat
shiny and we ended up taking refuge in some outlying bistro and
coming back on the trolley, slow and noisy.
a paint & spackle job
arrondissement => administrative district in Fr. cities
my buzzing ears
it stuck in my throat
infrapsychically)
chiromancy
some of the more noteworthy of his noteworthy friends
pince-nez => ?
up with the times
a cove => ?
all either past or future whores
the banks of piled up beer cans (snowbank)
while the going was good
tipster
oh atheist, you serve disdain like a montheist
antonomasia : ‘his lordship’; those ‘Don Juan’s’
poetic perjury
boardinghouse
escutcheon : the shield in a coat of arms
ornamental protective plate around/keyhole, lightswitch, drawer pull,
doorhandle etc.
to blot one’s escutcheon : taint one’s reputation
Do you remember, the drops of water made her blackraincoat
shiny and we ended up taking refuge in some outlying bistro and
coming back on the trolley, slow and noisy.
a paint & spackle job
arrondissement => administrative district in Fr. cities
my buzzing ears
it stuck in my throat
infrapsychically)
chiromancy
some of the more noteworthy of his noteworthy friends
pince-nez => ?
up with the times
the legend of the Drunken poem
it’s going to be 4.50 sir
4 free beers deep
and longing
not longing
needing, booze runs thick
breasts heave out the
bar/bra the german struts
macaroni clings, whores are getting laid
a real writer walks into a bar
and pays for every other drink.
he makes laughs
4 free beers deep
and longing
not longing
needing, booze runs thick
breasts heave out the
bar/bra the german struts
macaroni clings, whores are getting laid
a real writer walks into a bar
and pays for every other drink.
he makes laughs
Denial
That day
my brother
Said she
was gonna
die
but didn’t
I was in denial
as he cried
Mom never died
and
I never got
over denial
my brother
Said she
was gonna
die
but didn’t
I was in denial
as he cried
Mom never died
and
I never got
over denial
sliced open
the bar wench sliced her
pinky on a shattered life
while talking
blood flowed and flowed
‘I can’t afford this, I move in two days’
and this, ladies and ladies, is another
opportunity for Link to shine.
i told her i’d stitch her up
‘I swear I don’t have AIDS.’ up and down, flowing and flowing
they all say that, but Link, if he can, must.
she gives me $2 to go to the store and buy superglue
I sooth a thin layer over my hands for a seal
just in case
she holds the bleeding cut open as i dab it in,
as bloody glue trickles into both our hands.
now we are glued together
we rip apart and i grab for my beer
now i’m glued to the glass
she’s still bleeding
and
i’m just another genius at the bar
pinky on a shattered life
while talking
blood flowed and flowed
‘I can’t afford this, I move in two days’
and this, ladies and ladies, is another
opportunity for Link to shine.
i told her i’d stitch her up
‘I swear I don’t have AIDS.’ up and down, flowing and flowing
they all say that, but Link, if he can, must.
she gives me $2 to go to the store and buy superglue
I sooth a thin layer over my hands for a seal
just in case
she holds the bleeding cut open as i dab it in,
as bloody glue trickles into both our hands.
now we are glued together
we rip apart and i grab for my beer
now i’m glued to the glass
she’s still bleeding
and
i’m just another genius at the bar
Diaper Rash
you sleep a third of your life
but work the entire time
like an inmate, waiting all day
for recess, outside time
the few hours you call life
the few moments you have to look out the window
you are too tired for
you bleed out of your ass
from squat thrusting tons of carcass
at the butcher shop
blood is everywhere, mingling
she cries because she sleeps one third of the day
and lives alone all day at home
i cry because being a bad writer is all i have
and now i lost even that
i work all day
and she can’t be alone
i work all day
and i can’t be alone.
i’ll spend more time
with co-workers
than raising my child
tomorrow, i say, i will be off.
we’ll make love
my muscles will stop burning
and tomorrow I’ll write and fuck like there’s no tomorrow
but work the entire time
like an inmate, waiting all day
for recess, outside time
the few hours you call life
the few moments you have to look out the window
you are too tired for
you bleed out of your ass
from squat thrusting tons of carcass
at the butcher shop
blood is everywhere, mingling
she cries because she sleeps one third of the day
and lives alone all day at home
i cry because being a bad writer is all i have
and now i lost even that
i work all day
and she can’t be alone
i work all day
and i can’t be alone.
i’ll spend more time
with co-workers
than raising my child
tomorrow, i say, i will be off.
we’ll make love
my muscles will stop burning
and tomorrow I’ll write and fuck like there’s no tomorrow
I was smoking a cigarette out back when
I was smoking a cigarette out back when
the howl of the fire truck
bled into the scream of the
coyotes
in the field
the fires burnt the night dead
and to think
everything was going as planned
the howl of the fire truck
bled into the scream of the
coyotes
in the field
the fires burnt the night dead
and to think
everything was going as planned
Magnetogravitation
she’s all
tits and tattoos
stretching and shrinking
with time
but even
the stretch marks
of earth
is damn fine
the uterus of
superfluous
divine fire
pregnant on hard
iron
she’ll find her
Sancho on her
way to walgreens
while the
core spins
more than the
skin
making days of us
telling lives
before the
cigarette burns
slowly shedding
her
whore exterior
tits and tattoos
stretching and shrinking
with time
but even
the stretch marks
of earth
is damn fine
the uterus of
superfluous
divine fire
pregnant on hard
iron
she’ll find her
Sancho on her
way to walgreens
while the
core spins
more than the
skin
making days of us
telling lives
before the
cigarette burns
slowly shedding
her
whore exterior
Chubby Girl
my father left because i’m fat
all of my men
all my friends
because i’m fat.
i was raped because i was thin
the other day, on the street, b/c i’m fat
two guys walking by, one said,
look at that fat bitch
so i don’t go out
i shop at night
i live on the outskirts
people tell me to wear sleeves
they stare
i keep friends for years before they leave me
my mother died then my father raped me. he left because
I am fat. they all left.
people stare and say things for my own good, right ?, even if
they are nasty
my fat protects me from the creep, the ass, the broken heart
it keeps me warm.
it is why every bad thing happens.
It keeps me safe.
all of my men
all my friends
because i’m fat.
i was raped because i was thin
the other day, on the street, b/c i’m fat
two guys walking by, one said,
look at that fat bitch
so i don’t go out
i shop at night
i live on the outskirts
people tell me to wear sleeves
they stare
i keep friends for years before they leave me
my mother died then my father raped me. he left because
I am fat. they all left.
people stare and say things for my own good, right ?, even if
they are nasty
my fat protects me from the creep, the ass, the broken heart
it keeps me warm.
it is why every bad thing happens.
It keeps me safe.
Link Hates Ink
Link Hates Ink
my wife is
printing
what all
she wants
for the
baby
from
the
web
we run out of ink
and then realized we couldn’t afford to buy more
comment- this is all good and well, link, but we all know that the means of wealth are an arranged marriage between frugality and exploitation. When I say frugal, I mean you must either deny yourself or else be satisfied with yourself, because materialism is the soil true wealth grows in, and a tree cannot be its soil. You know that, I hope. When I say exploitation, of course, I mean you must exploit either the suckers, or the land which the sucker call their own. Your friend, Ryan
my wife is
printing
what all
she wants
for the
baby
from
the
web
we run out of ink
and then realized we couldn’t afford to buy more
comment- this is all good and well, link, but we all know that the means of wealth are an arranged marriage between frugality and exploitation. When I say frugal, I mean you must either deny yourself or else be satisfied with yourself, because materialism is the soil true wealth grows in, and a tree cannot be its soil. You know that, I hope. When I say exploitation, of course, I mean you must exploit either the suckers, or the land which the sucker call their own. Your friend, Ryan
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