Thursday, October 04, 2012
#236 The Upholder of the Law
The elderly mother dresses
down for her new video
in a pair of bright red jeans
& matching lippy. She has
decided her son-in-law
is trying to poison her. The
painful irony is that he is
an Autobot who believes
in upholding the law, but
lacks the firepower to
enforce it. Plus, care &
dignity are wrapped in
so much red tape that they
become safe harbors &
provide immunity from
liability. The new moon
clings to his hat's brim like
a nose ring. Our beautiful
website is coming soon.
Friday, July 06, 2012
#235 The Forest of Paimpont
Sir Lancelot is no
longer available for
interviews &/or photo
opportunities due to the
new set of contractual
obligations he's entered
into. From here on in
it's Murdoch & the
Morgans—J.P., le Fey—
you'll be crossing swords
with. From here on in
it's Getty & 20th Century
Fox for rights & royal-
ties. This image,
taken just before he
entered La ForĂȘt de
Paimpont for a final
time, is the last left
in the public domain, a
reminder that chevalry
is not always chivalrous.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
#234 The Adulation of Space (2)

He felt happy & pain-free only
on stage, immersed in his music.
String Theory & the Geometry of
Hydroponic Strawberries. Listen
to, download, play & stream the
song. The elders only smile sadly.
I've bought eight t-shirts from
this guy. Californian worshippers
chose blindfolds. There is scepticism
in the mainstream media. Luxury
limousines drove up the stairs.
I have his posters on my wall. Will
he be able to go back to the boy
band life? Don’t forget to watch A
Thousand Kisses, Episode 37. In the
blank space alongside the photograph,
an anonymous letter-writer had
scribbled a shocking & hate-filled
message. Does it bother you that
tennis doesn't get that kind of adulation?
Thursday, May 03, 2012
#233 Youth Illustrated
Now that reality shows
have developed some
sort of deep metaphysical
connection with live-action
games where players
dress up in costume &
get involved in areas
derived from the Greek
like weapon trajectory
calculations & image
processing, renting
Camelot on DVD &
singing along with it
just doesn't register
any more. The competition
to narrow down the
pool is heating up—
not the contestant pool
but the wannabe guest
judges all dressed
up & running behind
the circus trucks.
Monday, March 12, 2012
#232 La Malédiction
When run through any
Icelandic-English
translation app, the
atomic hypothesis &
its concept of cloud comes
out resembling a gothic
horror screen-play. No
consideration for classical
theory. No sensitivity
toward sociological
phenomena. Persons
under the age of 18 are
included only if they
play in a marching band
or Drum & Bugle Corps.
Friday, January 06, 2012
#231 The Drop of Water
A microchip im-
plant is placed
under the skin.
Nicotine patches
are spread upon
it. A free hand
selection tool that
includes an inter-
active game is
used to specify
the region of inter-
est. Whether that
be the mechanics
of water or the
flow of mythology
begin by drawing
a circular object
on your canvas.
Sunday, December 04, 2011
#230 Megalomania

No-one questions the
usefulness of having
a power generator
around the house. A-
pocalypse obsession
goes back a long way,
& any highly-descriptive
formalism with reasoning
features is convenient for
developing an ontology
of practical steps to re-
store humanity. It becomes
what the world offers it.
Little bits of coloured glass.
Or. Walking the sweltering
streets of Manhattan naked.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
#229 Pom 'po pom 'po pon po pon pon

La vache quit rit
& les lapins
qui jouent des
tambours have
little in common
except that Magritte
called this his
vache period &
painted lots of
rabbits—& other
animals—during it.
But, there goes the
neighborhood now
that musicians
have moved in next
door, & everybody
knows, as Leonard
Cohen reminds us,
that musicians fuck
like . . . well, like
rabbits. So, pom 'po,
paradiddle. Pom 'po,
paradise lost. Pon
po pon pon paradox.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
#228 Mental Complacency
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
#227 The Amorous Vista

Without this inter-
vening presence
of a sudden &
aggressive getaway
with some significant
other to that highly
recommended place
to karaoke, then it's
essentially a bucolic
image, even if no
sheep, no alpacas,
no fertility-symbols,
no Lacoste alligators
mingling with angels
holding dynamite, no
animated cuddly lions,
no eggs or rabbits, no
Japanese women,
no cameo appearance
from Don Quixote.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
#226 Faraway Looks

Drained of context,
of creative market
mechanisms &
public policy, the
interior surface of
the shell is contoured.
Perhaps an actor sits
there knitting. The
mechanical, despite
its notion of longevity,
is just the biological
on a shorter rope—
banality was never
intended for posterity.
History is historical
romance, politics is
science fiction, to
quote Foucault. Work-
place romance
is a local construct.
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