NO APART

in the e v e n t that in unison we could s a y there is little left we could say there is n o t...

Wed, 22 May 2013 01:44:22 -0400

in the e v e n t that in unison we could s a y

there is little left

we could say

there is n o t much here

that can actually be used

in that event given

w h a t

had been said

there would be heavy, rich amendments

made to all s o i l on which life is grown

with our heads so vouched for

the stony v e s s e l s dont mind

their daily oil fill

nor my indoor cat

does she mind the avidness

of entropy

thenoiseinme: Patti Smith and Lizzy Mercier Descloux as Arthur...

Sun, 12 May 2013 15:03:23 -0400

thenoiseinme:

Patti Smith and Lizzy Mercier Descloux as Arthur Rimbaud and his sister, Isabelle Rimbaud. Photographed in 1977 by Michel Esteban.

may 11

Sat, 11 May 2013 03:47:46 -0400

these leg bruises between flowers

composing this “is the high life”

when we sing some natural song

count it in the column of

“the real” “oh and i will”

always remember chimes

lifted in champagne arrow

points sifting around fruits

and patterns of loving and

not loving that may amount

to an entire life?

here is a tap shoe

with my foot in it and no,

i don’t expect you to love

me back

but at least touch this blanket

with your five hundred fingers

and at least consider how well

i could amount to something

given the right mixture

of materials and motivation

however i’d compare shins

with anyone at this point

and ian is a friend far away

but here are the shadows

within the radiator and here

is the continuation of my will:

(read within a low ceilinged room)

-one gasp

-one sleepy eye

-porches, glowing lights

-people everywhere

-correct seated posture

-a volcano song by phil

-future tense nostalgia

-plans, plans, plans

-the bathroom as refuge

-the city as patron

-elbow room

-wanting your face

-feeble laughter over dinner

-quaint furnishings

-build to suit

-worthiness

-saving life

-points of departure

-the entire loch

-the crystalline

-the epoch

-the speaker

-you

EFFACEMENT / CULTURE NATURE ART POLITICS HUMYNKIND: on affect

Mon, 06 May 2013 10:42:33 -0400

EFFACEMENT / CULTURE NATURE ART POLITICS HUMYNKIND: on affect:

questionsofmethod:

the idea and study of affect is nothing new, which should deprive it of its privileged status as the (faddish) theoretical concept de jour. phenomenologists have grappled with it since the 1920s, referring to bodily intentionality as an orientation in the world that produces sensations in the body…

Aaron Neville - Tell It Like It Is

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 09:27:48 -0400

Aaron Neville - Tell It Like It Is:

Aaron Neville - Tell It Like It Is (1966)

GO ON AND LIVE GO ON AND LIVE GO ON AND LIVE GO ON AND LIVE GO ON AND LIVE GO ON AND LIVE GO ON AND LIVE GO ON AND LIVE GO ON AND LIVE GO ON AND LIVE GO ON AND LIVE GO ON AND LIVE

i am writing this so that i can read it later that way i only ever have to carry 1 book

Sun, 14 Apr 2013 23:23:00 -0400

i am very me right now. sometimes i get into this trance. sometimes i know something i can’t say. i drove to this weird monument in iowa. i poem thought my way here. i was tired of trying to be productive at home. it is a grey oregon day but the wind is up. it isn’t this windy in omaha because of the hills and buildings. this place is beautiful. iowa feels like a different world. you can just cross the river and be in a different world. this morning i was doing make up in the bathroom and started wanting to move. everyone says you can listen to your inner music. that kind of movement is not what i wanted. turkey vulture hit the sky just now. thats a sky music. i can hear trains and metal scraping. i can hear songbirds. this is a weird spring. i like abandoned places with no people around. unfortunately i have to pee so i don’t know how long i can stay. my poembrain is pumping. these stream of consciousness thoughts as poems make me think of paul. here comes the train. there goes a dove. i like it when the wind dies down. sometimes maranda makes me feel her inner anxiety. she is a good listener. the train is comprised of 100% engines.

i know my own personal trance state very well it comes up when i have been with people for too long. then i just hear my own thoughts rattling about. i could have driven to iowa city. i should drive to iowa city to see heidi. soon alice will be in iowa at the writer’s workshop. she left me a very sweet voicemail. i want to leave very sweet voicemails. i want to be an unending source of good feedback for people. a little girl in a pink puffer vest is pushing a pink pike across the street from the trailer park across the street from where i am parked. i like letting the world in. but this morning i couldn’t let my neighborhood in because i am scared of it. in lincoln, on trance days, i would just start walking a direction & investigate all of the alleyways. i always knew where they’d go. in the end it was familiar. i liked driving to council bluffs in a trance because i had no idea where i’d end up. i had no idea that there was a big golden spike monument set off in a weird field by the train tracks and trailer park. i like how i had no idea that these train tracks were operational. one thing that sucks is when i get into a trance state one of my first impulses is to find a place to consume something. i was thinking about going to la buvette. glad i didn’t. i can feel the sun through the clouds. i am excited to someday live in oregon.

this is a stream of consciousness. who decides what a poem is? maranda said “what even is a poem?” and i made a picture of myself making a weird face with those words superimposed across it. i think a lot of poets get much more vulnerable than i do with their writing. i am pretty self-conscious about what i bring to wg. i bet everyone is though. the golden spike monument is nonsensical to me. it feels surreal. maybe a surrealist artist was commissioned to do something in CB because of their primo art funding and this is it. if so, i am part of their piece. Ryan Trecartin said “my body is a community.” this makes me think of all the projects i have participated in just by being there.

drove around some more and found a bathroom. got 40 $ out to pay for things generally. i am sitting on this really massive hill right now which is called “overlook point.” oh look someone just got here with her two dogs. i waved at her. it is windy and the bare trees catch the wind and all of it roars. i can vaguely see signs of industry past the shelter of trees. i think this is the tallest point is CB/Omaha. but there are trees blocking every direction so you still can’t really see. i walked to the end of the tongue of grass on this hill and there were picnic tables. one of which had been partially burned. the tables were covered in sharpie and stoner scrawl and maybe gang stuff. it was depressing because of the burned part. people come here to get high and burn things. people come here to burn here. this lady comes to walk her dogs. i bet that is their shit, all of their shit. i wonder if she ever thought of cleaning it up. everyone i see today seems threatening except kids, and the pink coat dog lady.

i am less cold on this hill than i was on the bench at golden spike monument. i keep getting worried that someone is going to just smash up my car. down by the burned picnic table i imagined a bunch of gang members emerging and fucking with me. i never used to think this way. there is a paper mc donalds bag blowing around in front of me. i feel defenseless. i feel unreal. my trance day started with feeling unreal. the internet doesn’t have a time frame. i want to get out of this mood before poetry club. i really like alisa. it is funny to keep think that i am writing to someone. i am not. but i keep thinking that i am. nobody would want to read this because i am putting no effort into it at all. earlier i was trying to imagine what i want.

“Like Well perhaps everyone has desire this...

Thu, 28 Mar 2013 05:35:25 -0400

“Like

Well perhaps

everyone has desire

this makes sense, right?

But

it is supposed to always be moving

let me try to explain”

“your desire is stuck”

“give me a second okay”

“ok im

here are you here? I had to take care of something”

“Yes it would probably actually be quite comforting for you to (think you) know what you want”

Photo

Thu, 28 Mar 2013 05:26:28 -0400

do confuse superstition with exercise

Sat, 23 Mar 2013 02:43:01 -0400

do confuse superstition with exercise

love you

Tue, 19 Mar 2013 20:29:00 -0400

live in a tune in a tiny hole in my basement & crawl through

passing me a coconut water can

Michelle's Dry Spell: New habits and wanting them hard.

Mon, 04 Mar 2013 10:00:54 -0500

Michelle's Dry Spell: New habits and wanting them hard.:

michellesdryspell:

This weekend, all the spirit animals in the world scooped me away, into the streets, swooning and canoodling over matching heart beats. It was a real “coming out” and I laughed and smiled and danced and hugged and kissed and felt like my regular self.

In the beginning of my sobriety test, I…

what you like me to say is not well as in an unwell thing i watch the snow the moon through plastic...

Thu, 27 Dec 2012 02:14:25 -0500

what you like me to say is not well

as in an unwell thing i watch

the snow the moon through plastic sheeting

i water the houseplants from a pitcher

i can’t touch can’t talk to you can’t do

what well i want to do a thing like

puke wine in the snow or

screw an architect or shit with an audience

are you listening? if there is undulation it is insulation

if there is anger talking what ?

if you can be here?

i have been inhuman i regret

i invest i uncover

can you leave this lace sewn collar

can you plastic over this undrawn cover

with your arms of bone

mortal terror

Mon, 24 Dec 2012 11:58:43 -0500

i got scared of something which turned out to be not immediately threatening but from being scared of it, as a fake out, i found out what i am scared of

derty cumputer

Mon, 24 Dec 2012 09:14:03 -0500

wanna ride

ever-ending-kicks

Wed, 17 Oct 2012 19:34:54 -0400

“please don’t tell me more, i’m waiting for my own door to open”

green amanda leaf

Mon, 15 Oct 2012 20:45:55 -0400

y loft

create force

Tue, 09 Oct 2012 15:38:21 -0400

me and these ledge plants are

getting a new soundtrack

we’re sucking the air, the kid sings

“it rips your clothing”

what a pretty voice we’re sucking on

what a young man

Photo

Mon, 01 Oct 2012 02:31:06 -0400

Séance

Mon, 01 Oct 2012 02:29:51 -0400

like what is this blue sea glass disc

a spotlight or a movable plinth?

& why must i continue moving it?

both objects at the table are

golden fish statues & don’t sing

they don’t look

& are low grade radioactive

there, some molecules

in the computer

tune my ear and zone

to the superhollow

can plinth be a sea shell

for this one?

because i don’t know

he’s a fossil

at drums

they all sound like that

on oceanroar

directions:

foam the corners clean

for a place to sit this future

this blue glow

this pile of paper

these stuffed tee shirts

full of fleece

that make a circle

directions:

hold out anything

touch anything with it

look at anything

until it looks back

i just want to be a dancing rabbit under the moon

Mon, 17 Sep 2012 12:05:07 -0400

i just want to be a dancing rabbit under the moon