1/4/15
12/22/14
I'm Your Huckleberry
How now, chow-hounds. Here’s a splendid
kitchenette over- grown w/ innuendo. You and I, chuckle and
futz, JK and touché. Like pronoun poutine: we’re a wonder of
correspondent squishes. Dueling dishes. The tone switches willy-nilly, room to room, a little touching then much-too-much, poopy shmoopy then
pie-in-the-sky. I’m feeling upholstered and swollen w/ luminous bits, bites
of “light verse.” She's alliterating vees, cycling-bi, her heart a bajillion kerblooms!
1/27/14
from Of the Day
New e-chapbook, 13 packs of Smarties® (27-39) from Of the Day, available (for free! buy now!) from Delete Press. This is no. 1 in their new delet-e series.
So many thanks to Jared Schickling and the whole Delete operation for their thot, work, and enthusiasm!
7/26/13
Nadaísta
Amílkar U., Nadaísta
Trans. by Camilo Roldán
Nor torsos. Here were the words dark matter. Ritual archeology – delve into an alternate university’s torture workshop. Nobody studies (studies of nobodies). Witness ourselves these carcasses in livid vivisection. Candlelit gallery, stained glass, discarded harpsichord, gory furniture. And stanzas amass that languish withstanding.
7/20/13
Drinking with Matthew
Eric Gelsinger, Drinking with Matthew
What did the mystic say to his shrink? Listen to this misfortunate bliss. My personal man party, dick jokes and poker, art and sports (sparts!), fandemonium, a million yuks. The thinking instills intimate bullshit from a deep, drunk, middle-class childhood. Ball pit, roller rink, dirty feeling. Money humiliates all of us assholes. Keeping it real: I could pee an eternity.
7/15/13
Cara Benson
Cara Benson, Cara Benson
Identity and principle. "I" – lip-synching hypocrite (“Cara Benson”) confront power, center stage. She makes a spectacle of caring desperately, swallowing pride, then genuine raging. Lines break w/ a clarity that clears the auditorium’s air. "I" – disembodied “audience” slowly disengage, fall from my chair. There’s no misreading the cataclysmic: “It’s coming.” So why O why do we leave her pleading?
7/5/13
Headless Multi Vs Perpetual Interface
Billy Cancel, Headless Multi Vs Perpetual Interface
Book as blizzard of sizzling drill bits. We’re out, wasted latenights, walking into walls, picking fights we can’t win. Our grid scout – Billy in silver facepaint. Songs happen upon: patterned litterfall, syntax trainwrecks, pixely derelicts, poplocking drunk. A funky cosmos juxtaposed. His rhythms ramble (bramble status). The feet maintain, but the brains beat in.
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