Freestyle Collaboration with Jason Noah

Jason Noah reading 'The pan'

To nurture

jEsse orations

jEsse, a precocious student and erudite mentor of mine, reading original compositions. Offscreen I direct him, but next time I'll let him flow his own ways. This was captured on webcam so please excuse tha staggering, just listen to this writer's words and you just may begin to-

Paul Baumann Collaboration @ hArlemspace 2

Here, student and mentor Paul Baumann is freestyling while I am deploying text from 'Infinity is running low.' This was shot during same workshop session as preceding post, at hArlemspace this summer. Thank you Paul for all your hard work. Let's keep it up! :)

Paul Baumann Collaboration @ hArlemspace 1

My student and mentor Paul Baumann + I are freestyling. This was shot during a workshop session at hArlemspace this summer. Thank you Paul for all your hard work. Let's keep it up! :)

SEAN'S EVIL

I/we ain't no accident

these things just can't be

all here just is

or is and be

will you invite

purposeless, trivial

to supper table?

- last place I want to look

for mooring or dinner plate

if as squall

in glade, crow's shore, disused promenade

ship captain's diary: bide

eons planting anagrams.

Thy lot's in man.

Fowl and sin.

I see girls.

VEILS. LINES.

SIN'S ALIVE, LIVES.

SEAN'S EVIL.

It's funny

If you want me

here take me

first tell me

what is me?

Pointilism?

Sloughing-off me?

Is equilibrium

worth ten dollars?

I can't pay today.

I'm down for layman's

exhumation - don't

require no interpretation.

As I am drunk like me

you can trouble me

cos you're a lot like me

you please me

for momentary slieghs on;

to hell with the rest of me.

Just walls and forks and

- I have feet?!

Suck on them already.

Step into bleedy.

Isn't this funny? It isn't

funny. O - it's funny.

Anger is what makes america

I'm sorry to report

the weather is lovely

today. It's disgusting.

You should be sorry.

No matter how strenuously

you wade against

the stream, you can't help

but survive 'not even

merely' genius but in

genuflection, in

nighttime you thrive

in five seconds you get

outta my sight, and 'all

the asshole can say is goodbye?!'

Beginning with quote from Nina Simone

Most people don't want to live how they live

Yu don't know how lucky you are to be you

O are you sad? But you haven't forgotten how to be mad?

You can be mad or we can go shopping.

You can impress your date.

How much is it worth to you, your fate?

I saw you by the piano longing to play.

Was that here, right now, or just another day?

You had to get, I have to get away.

Maybe I'll make a record; maybe not.

Then from slow rhetoric, any and all listeners -

Don't weep, don't die. Let's just rot.

In the vanguard

Thats the final thing I had to say to yu

I was ready to say more but you weren't listening anyway

all I wanted to say to yu

and yeah bitch you best believe me

is that too much rain will make your garden die

too much water makes the river overflow

noone's even lookin' out for you

but you've got your eye on the third person to the right of you

it's not that I want you to look in that direction

at least that's what I'm going to say in the

cold nite when we gotta do

what we never wanted to do again

it wasn't about the third time you flew to the sun

it wasn't about you at all

it was about how you acted when there was others in the room

this even isn't about the volume

in the room drifting wafting down the stairs in the mid- to-early- evenin'

sound wafts like smoke thats why martinis and weed go so well together.

This aint

even about the

button-

down shirt

this shit

isn't

actually good

that's

why

people are

steppin'

all over

you.

Act like

you don't see the love in front of you

act like its time

to go home as if anyone will be waiting for you to get home

and there's a reason to have a home.

Just cos you ain't got noone there

you think that gives you the right

to force all the the sad

acquaintances in your life to swallow

the bullshit you carry around as carcass?

You aren't in the vanguard

you aren't even living in this city

at this time.

Go storytime

It's all got to come down to who you are being in the moment

in the morning of high regard

you get the floss while I get the sword

you go home

while I go board you go home

and I go hard

you go storytime

I go to bed

hungry

I garnish plate you then throw it against wall

it's not the hardest or most natural

daylight we can get for our

picture or your paintings

this best light of day,

it's really just the best we can get.

Infinity is running low

dont thank me

forsake me

dont invite me in

if yu think im worthy

ive failed clearly

to let yu go

forgive me NOT x 3

(or else)

i repeat myself

(dont) open your heart

i repeat myself

(dont) beg for more

(dont) let 'em go

we are all

happy whores

happily

tooting our horns

i repeat myself

(don't) open your heart

i repeat myself

i am your whore

i beg for more

infinite jest, infinite trust

infinity running low

Two errata

The first error is performed even repeated throughout everyday discourse on trusted and unsuspecting acquaintances, partners, friends and probably it's best to avoid wielding this device in aggressively light-hearted interactions as the residual effects in that case are drastically divergent from these intended: to unnerve + to play dumb for one greatly admired, break into own expected/predictable/unidentifiable question/response/polite attention pattern abruptly + unannounced with articulations along the continuum of '. . . but yu wouldn't like me when I'm the one who's made mistake, as I quickly follow one mistake with many others, such as murder, assassination of the utmost foul endeavour, I could make you hurt for a short time or a long time, i could crush you, take your fate as a solicitor of wrath, the felicity in suffering. . . yes, I could definitely go for that sometime. . .' to 'don't you love raping young children?! in fact, this staircase we're passing thru currently is an ideal spot to drag limp body, halve them, and have your way - just as I plan to do with your body in due time. . .' all the while, intensifying and severing quietly - malevolently - identification your (preferably solitary) audience member has been allowed to believe in; sever these ever-so-briefly, disrupt your kindness but DO RETURN as perversely and in as unsettling a manner as possible even returning (after also decidedly-severing previous, recognizable, expected stances and mannerisms) your body to what is now made precious, preferred, a haven of sense: banter, deep-thought, kindness, and reverie.

Erring twice: Noble but orphaned, sliver is discovered by a crawler. Crawler at night - or in day bright - is swaying, inside. Confident, consistent waving leads crawler to lift. Lifting in rhythmic motion, ass then hands are as if wrung-up by marionette. This sliver is grasped between two powerful fingers. And sliver must be unwound, returned to fibrous sinew. Undoing. The crawler is a crawler no more, but now and then standing assayer. Sway, unwind, sugarcane. Even a small sliver of culture or pulp may take years to renew. It'll be worth it to undo man.

Northwoods-bound

. . . IF ON such a cold and rearing-up-on-hind-legs-day you should find yourself crass at tha lake:

Loosing control & Against medi(c)ation performance

Loosing control 'n' Against medi(c)ation

What did I

get myself into?

. . . Left palm, four left

digits, left

thumb, left me

blunt against banister

– I'm absolutely not

Did I really end

up down here

under the Manhattan

just for this?

That's just it;

there is no remainder

enjoined to divert

if a plan takes

grip straight thru

you – as if a person

as if even if a person

– merely freight, hedging

me (me) – when

it's cold outside

I never get to see

landmarks cosmo-policed

parody of touch;

no Queen's

every anything

willing to be argued

against, reasoned

with, ill-entangled

or resorted-to for meaning –

But steady. . . frays not,

rusts and crumbles not,

yet: these cables, bilevel decks, bedrock

Too-well ensured

integrity of whole

deny spontaneous

drive to disassemble?

If: not pancaked

nor gang-raped

otherwise intimidated

or ever made-eye-contact-with

then: this shore

bear no semblance to

'York' or we just not

that kind of city anymore

I can

not probably be

– ever have been –

here, now

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How do you know. . .

how may you be

so certain?

entertain bliss

for a moment

or ignore us

imagine for just

imagine: anything

could come to an end

how can I risk, not doubt

that 'nothing' last forever?

that this is all that is

or need be

Pray – hold to

hold back your 'finish'

shiver, or grey

or cast in what is owned

I know, I know

seeming ≈ clutching-to

so moments appear fleeting

irreducible

too being a loss mourned

You could be, newbie

a lot less apt

to grasp the strangeness

of a sudden

nearing neck

yet instantly you know-

Bitch, it's me!

get over your demand

that what's here bestowed

is so precious as to

summon allegiance

reiteration, or study

defense of

very core is necessary but

we remain aimless, bound

scrawled like a visitor

onto Finity's wake. . .

. . .expectations of invitees

or else!: B.Y.O.

P.S.S. F.B.I.

U.S.A.W.O.L.

C.I.A.I.D.S.

L.S.D.N.A.

(O R U- O! AREN'T U

A ZOMBIE TOO?!

Homeless soon

Homeless soon

The things I could move myself to

speak about - they were the passion

of a moment, an unforgiven passing

we can't expect to have learned

anything about each other,

if this is the goal of Encounter

with stranger it's double dare-

triple catapult over a handshake,

brush off a bullet

that's why lady bugs crowd 'round my toe

okay okay it's not my toe,

stump growing into the plain

altogether I'm just

a pitiful stab at a tree

shot down in sapling stage

drug down by my weave.

Daylight would enhance those fragments just so.

A book for years

     

How to erase

I don't know why I have to erase, but I know how to. . .