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Floor Meat

We enjoy watching your program
because it makes us feel free
of our defects. That heavy sighing
you hear when you enter the room
is the ambience we paid a dude
a lot of money to create--it goes
with the furniture--no blood on it!
Look at the stills of you in motion
blown up on the cabin wall
you can see your breath
in the one above the sofa
like a dialogue balloon
with smudged letters. The rug
is nice too, it has patterns
that make us dizzy enough
to forget what a great program
you can't have upheaval without
profanity so you better have some
coffee before you get down.

Jane Dark

"The speculative economy expands based on the extension of credit. This extension of credit is in effect a contract, and it is not vague and mysterious. It is a contract committing the real economy to increase the intensity, magnitude, and/or duration of its exploitation of labor so as to return that real value to the economy. That promised exploitation — on which every deal in the speculative economy eventually rests — is a guarantee of misery to human lives, and it doesn't get realer." -Jane Dark's Sugarhigh

I watched the sky blur

Don't even light the words anymore

tangerines go bad in their red netting

light is an option take a picture of yourself

will alleviate a sense of tension

in the house with indented head

words indented in the head

from wood blocks each of the words

shouted as much as thrown

a sock full of them over the head

make a blue stain grab you in

bring you inside from space

to a new space of words

we are just changing too fast

to keep up with you and you.

Synecdoche, New York

Synecdoche, New York is one of the best films, ever. It broke my heart and still has me reeling a bit. See it.

Au/Boute

Reggie Watts

Vapor

It takes a lifetime to live a life
and when it's done it's just done
you stick a fork in the cheek
that once got kissed turn to say hello
but it's dusty and stinky
thrown over a barrel with a sweet
vinegar smell this is what dying feels
like you won't even have time to say
what bands you liked growing up
because it's all a big farce anyway
and when I do whatever
I do I'll wish I could swallow
something anything that could turn
my body into a mist a red vapor
of shame a last daylight sparkle
laughing like an ass without a clue.

Sleep's Purple Arm

It takes all night to sleep through the night
just like it takes a whole foot to fill a sock
or when you ask me why pants are so popular
you are usually out of breath running past
the outlet that sells pants to those in need.
I'm not one to discount the need for sleep
it's just that sometimes the space needed
for one night's rest bumps into the next day
where it's better to get up and read
because that's what fits and I'm not one
to sleep with my face in a basin of water--
that's just not the way I roll in Cobble Hill in 2008
where everyone is bruised and resinous
enduring the panic of the day well into the night
oozing from sleep's purple arm.

Poem

Zenith.
A T.V. set
we had in the 1970's

Music for you

Ivor Cutler

One Sunny Fall

Already arrested if you walk down
Baltic Street a curtain of smog
blows into the automobile
which is vast and made of fresh
air and could be the earth.
It's always something sparking
the tweed on the dude
on fire on the album cover--
he's slurping
on tapas on Warren Street
where he waves from a window
hello and scoots around the corner
into the alley
where Lili Taylor had her photo
taken for The Times one sunny fall
a park with some red benches
the sky scrubbed with shimmering cold
the room above it all
smells like the heat is coming on.

Music is good for you

John Fahey

For Truck

Oh Truck!
get up
the face is tucked
in a bright bell
a new medicine
with clear gel
frosted the drat landscape
dig not one fig
or dried apricot
in a health food joint
cops, a mom smoking
out front holding a stroller
with groceries in the seat
no kid in sight nothing
and I mean nothing today
is used the way it ought to be--
There aren't any lived in sections left
because everyone is living in them already.
Won't you please come back Truck?

Stephen Mitchelmore on David Foster Wallace, Cesar Pavese, and Thomas Bernhard

Spot on as usual: here

SUN BEARS!

If you'll rub the stillness from my machines I’ll open the window for you.

Friday Morning Music with Hannes Coetze and Jacques Brel

Tonight

Lucky Dragons

Lucky Dragons on the i-pod.
Walking around Brooklyn.
Oh heaven.
Except for the trucks on Union Street.
Sort of.
Oh, and the world collapsing.
Except for that,
and the inward sucking sound
in my brain,
peachy.

In a forest of metal objects

Marnie Stern: Transformer

Jenny Juristo-Morrison covers "Fake Empire" by The National

Heartbreaking and achingly beautiful.

Listen here

I love her.

Fun on Henry Street

Todd

Todd works with winners to create winning lives. Todd invites winners to write down their dreams and hopes on paper which Todd then scans with his "eyes." Todd then converts the raw data into a real winning plan. Todd does this by sensing how much light is reflected off the paper in order to detect a weakness and therefore, a victory over the person submitting the list. Each dream or hope signifies different amounts of intelligence so Todd can convert the intelligence-value into a winning life plan.


While Todd scans the data stored in three wall-mounted units, the participant is encouraged to make drawings of Todd by using the provided magic markers. Todd then resumes scanning and interprets the new marks and colors. Subjective Todd then makes a statement about his own representation. What at first appeared to be a game becomes a very serious matter. People die everyday.


Todd is able to create complex living arrangements out of his subjective statements according to his patented laws of “living a life in total conflict.” The end result is a “scheme” or "score," which, in essence, is a lifelong living collaboration between the subject and Todd. Before attending any of Todd’s lectures it is mandatory to read Todd’s important essay "Pain, Why Does It Hurt?"


Void where prohibited by law.

Todd Colby + Jeni "Truck" Olin TONIGHT!

Todd Colby + Jeni "Truck" Olin

Zinc Bar Reading Series

Sunday, October 12, 2008 at 6:30

ZINC Bar is at 90 West Houston between Laguardia & Thompson in New York City's Greenwich Village.

Subway: ACEBDV to west 4th street. NR to spring. 1/9 to Houston. F to Broadway Lafayette

$5 donation goes to the poets.

Forgetting

Forgetting does have a color.
You remember the miracle
now spit in your hands and pray.
I'm talking to you, friend.
Jet clean mouth, swallow a dime,
a quarter--get a brain massage
with a roll of nickels.
Panic while you munch
on some digital jerky.
By fright or by clown
we've grown weary--no laughing
someone's sighing
goodbye goodbye.

Tarvuism (Thanks Justin)

Say Hebbo! from Torvakian on Vimeo.

Life Saving Product

I love what I do for you
and I hope that you love
what I do for you
looking over the precipice
a night of song
things snapping
as my face is breaking
jazzed about some new product
come in naive
energetic depressed wailing
and then espouse a new product
a life saving product
the sadness is in love's recovery
not the discovery
when we rolled the car
we said oh shit
no vacancy
no live wire
done

Remember to this one

Your words
do not remember you
on a of sheet paper printed
with the image of a tiger
eating the prince of the narrow valleys.
Bunsen it him!
The whole expensive color invigorates the sky,
while we eat cheese lunches and bread to plunge.
Brushed feather which works now handles.
Perfect and clear night in the firm mediums,
bronze closed circuits, total the melody of our own end.
Like you the air is beaten from my face.
They left the reproduction of your ring
cracked on my cheek.
Extended at the end of amber and of wax
deep in the perfume of water.
My quality! The new day has a light. My quality!
I misses you. Your fragile plays are true expenses
and goods for the majority of the alive things.
The animals receive the luminous light shirt
and on them it ignites.
Thanks! I know that you know yourselves
without me knowing you won.
To remember to this one.

A Fitted Party Frock With a Fox Puff in Back

Before I forget who you are
let me know how I know who you are
the final flourish is the feathering in
hanging from a rafter
circling the city
looking for an indication of wind
when there is none of the above
and now here we are
it is important to know
when not to fire
there is a dog named "Delta"
that can smell seizures on babies
young people lose a sense of hope
the brush of lips or a limb
against your neck
dance against October
to be cornered by age and thought
it is an uneasy feeling
leaving the yard with people
screaming in the house.

Get Your War On

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Fugazi

Traveling Light

Feeling nostalgic
is for the birds;
there is no such thing
as salvation.
I was popping up in places
forgive yourself
be kind to others.
Magic Marker in hand
big letters making matters
worse on subway posters
under my ink.
Defacing a glass
bottomed boat. I was
bumping up against you?
It's the fleeting hope provided by
medicinal powders,
silver elixirs, a map
with bumps--or is that gum?
If a human body changes places
then we call that traveling--
that's why I'm moving
toward you. I know what you love.
I'm watching you read this.

Jacques Lacan

"Fantasms cannot bear the revelation of speech." -JL, The Ethics of Psychoanalysis, p. 80

H.D. (Hilda Doolittle)

"Two or three people, with healthy bodies and right sort of receiving brains, could turn the whole tide of human thought, could direct lightning flashes of electric power to slash across and destroy the world of dead, murky thought.

Two or three people gathered together in the name of truth, beauty, over-mind consciousness could bring the whole force of this power back into the world."

-H.D. from Notes on Thought and Vision

Kinski-Butterfly

Welcome!

I don't want to hurt
what comes out of my body
is called CAPITAL
the LABOR of getting
it from me to MARKET
is passing through
the INSTITUTE OF HARM
this should not be confused
with PRODUCTION
in this late time
of high CAPITALISM
I make WORK
I make my own BODY BAG
I make it WORK for me
through SPECULATION
I might have been handed
something darling in a pool
of IMAGINARY MONEY
what I thought I did
or what I would need
to do for the
CAPITAL or what new mode
of PRODUCTION would
shut the fuck up
let it all come down
to wiggle into a suitable
SPECTACLE of
of NOW welling up
into the REAL
getting SHOT in the FACE
with MONEY
What a way to take up
time while we're here
Welcome!