Being an artist means ceasing to take seriously that very serious person we are when we are not an artist. Jose Ortega y Gasset





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23 June 2010

Mother



          Mother
currently lives in
a space I did
not grow up, yet
I'm supposed to
call it home? I
haven't any home
here except the one I bring
I haven't anything
worth forgetting
because I live
in the 'now'
everlasting akin
to moment sedentary
in stupor glacier
barreled toward me in Winnebago
it wasn't long before I assume
he lives here, it doesn't take
nerve gas to pique my sense
to forgetting addresses a face
particles of clothing
I never been here before
I didn't use to pull the trick
you say you pull you card shark
driving metro bus from upper deck
forced-horizon in eye is only portentous
as ever for an instant
for in day while men and feral foragers
rest, reverie unifies nite.
Class crown bequeathes to landfill
adolescent substance oozy glory
in bronze harkens shakes and peeks
at globe on which we crouch
fearing G-d from under sheets
worn once as ghost costume
wait that's a movie recall not memory
all soul's day however is actual
in our space recognizable
he kisses grimy underbelly of calendary
fearing not the donning of boxers or briefs
shifts in genomic trajectory or politic
flanks 'Semper fi' with new eaglets
who'll each collapse of heart defeat
I kissed a boy once breathing
off swallowing disembowelment
no longer in shadow
capitalize stranger lower untested-aspirations
because of frailty, vitality
identification metamorphosises Unknown to Lover
I choose to let words bear-down
on neck blushing my purple
bereft of fortnight to plan and wallow
love shoulders hard hats against
down-pressing urgency
I cast you uninseminated embryo
who would be my baby boy
at last to realm of possibility, forever.
Call me sometime the way your mother
incites all her rabble to supper table
glowy in setting still of December
sometimes you convened only once per day
in early morn after being retrieved
from babysitter's down the street.
Neanderthals didn't find each other dwelling in huts
or even look to familiar without bullet
failing to own the ground onto which was spat
and grown-upon - diver for pearls in dark of
harboring poachers: that's not so bad
unless it is, and it is
sign of dwindling property value
window to dental services that represents
attempt by owner of said edifice
at boarding-up shot-out frosted glass
but merely points out lack of
shimmering newness anywhere on block
I'd have left it alone
the heat might get out and the ninjas
gain entry surreptitiously
but it's got character
and flora overtaking ivy ensconsed
in constitution of el barrio
is it true I disappear
if aren't recalled by anyone
is it so I die every day
actively-forgotten in mist of reminiscenses
escaping from even earth
at least not memorizable from then on
even for participant, actual form is fantasy
daily loaf not felt or smelled, all silence
all background dungeon, making plans to meet sometime
to let you my dear know when I'm
not here any longer so you can wear that necklace and go out
I forgive the matriarch of war
for fabled lands and intrepid haze
overwhelming long-term memory
isn't it stultifying to recognize once-known or -unknown
tho it doesn't mean much this morning
blind desiderative reach to recollected coordinates 
of charging dock, slave to certainty
that levitating atop bureau wherever
rested communication device
to tell you of this apocrypha
but nothing came back to me.



The [Lookout Tower] rising above 110/7th is Marcus


The [Lookout Tower] rising above 110/7th is Marcus

a fuckubus from just below 135th Street

whom I mustn't trust

though he was kind enough

not killing or robbing me...



Razer

Razer

Your dignified
my brother
I don't know
if you're back
for good or just
to remind me
of the failed state
in which one
finds the river
frothing forth
to be fallen-into
solderers of love.
It's not
simple as Mensa
plan would have
one nation, undergrad.
Is it a shame
I'm only hearing
what you see from
didgeradoo to gadgets
envious sway of watcher
star-grazing black hole
widens tributary for vestments galore.
I can smear with recognition
broadly outlaying metropolis of flirters.
But never will he be here for you
I can't help to explain
how disappearance gone berserk mandates babble
carraiges, offal in the North Woods
scarily available in nascent candor
damp guard of heart to rape
the ardent foe
of sojourning:
holiness, pregnant
spoon of pest
and tome entombed.
Where is left for
orange sky - the sky?
In sand dilate I
to most-high, regarded
pollutant sloughed
off nylon campgrounds.
Miserly heart
habitual gait
bend back to
square none. Prior
to invention of zero
I was only ever
alone, dreading
not being spied
from cavernous sound
waves deployed by
fear-monger, no lies
told worthy in or of empire.
Guaranteed love is too
stung and feeble wailing
in doubt - Song of
wisdom-less grace: deluge
earthily near-mention
of self, unrealized in limb
wind or elementary particle
supposed ganderer
earn your keep within toxic hymnal.



This isn't real



This isn't real

I'm not real

how can I be real

when I can't even feel


I'm not hot or cold

I'm not there or now

I'm not in or out

imitation in drought


enduring visitation to Fetisheavan

halfway to limbo

did I make it

no forgot to go


forget where I'm going

ice set in gold ring

in shambles my igloo



The past is real

The past is real
people don't endure
physical objects
the bruises' bleeding pulp
stain on slab of concrete
which has garnered a hit
this is wounded objects
something terrible something
other than is violently happening
inside you coming to know
that time is truth
flesh does not abstain
from doing-away-with.  The spirit
has turtle shells like or as cicada
emergent I who ain't shit
turn to dust
feeding mite-lust.

Freestyle Collaboration with Jason Noah

Jason Noah reading 'The pan'

Plan for Figment (in silence) Festival 2010 for Gravity Sucks

Gravity sucks is a collaboration with Jesse Newman (Performer in video below - raw footage from Figment 2010), who has previously appeared in our blog posts - Check out his blog While this machine is to him.



Invocation: Silent, solitary, suffocating, and stilling bout of immediate laughter.


Ties: Appear unable to figure out how to tie a tie, so seek out and attain aid from chanced-upon tie-wearers.


Pictures: Attempt to convince passersby to film and photograph performance of familiarity, the products of which will be compiled on blog.


Approvals: Do anything for as long as physically possible except talk.


Introductions: Be unwilling to progress further than a handshake or hug with stranger.

Charities: Convince passersby to accept one penny and that they owe nothing to anyone.


Separations: Undertake with aid of notes to establish unique 'six degrees' that separate two apparent strangers.