#372 Nocturne

               Everything seems in a 
       state of flux. The model in 
                     this scenario effects 
           a reduction in uncertainty. The 
               result? An equivalent period 
                      will be deducted from 
             the time it takes the house to 
                           burn. So, to escape, 
                the bird must venture 
                     along the borders of chaos
                          & hope neither bilboquet
                   nor curtain falls upon it.

#371 La Fenêtre de Mélusine

No man permitted to see
her in her bath. & yet here
she is with a menhir watching
over her. The open air is not
her natural element, but
night — & the ewer of water
nearby for safety — allows
her to partake of it. So, she

kicks her serpent tail away
& offers the promise of her
future self up to it, that
full moon riding on or in
her belly evidence of the
shapeshifting still to come.

#370 The Age of Marvels

The abdomen is ex-
orcised & filled with
clockwork. It is another
deconstruction, like
the distraught easel,

unlike the painting on
the easel which is care-
fully constructed & ready
to receive an occupant
in the coming week.

#369 L'Ange Migrateur

Mi sono sentito come una barca sbattuta da tante parole. I felt like a boat slammed by so many words, even though this is mare nostrum, our sea. There was an error when communicating with the Annotation Service. It was 52mm in diameter, made of steel, & considered hazardous — that's all that was known about it. No changes that occur at a specific altitude have been made to the original text. No drive for respiration in response to the sep- aration of head, the skewering of body to a convenient table. We cannot carry on as before & wait for the weather to improve. How do birds find their way?

#368 René Magritte & Ursula LeGuin encounter one another

 
As
Ursula Le-
Guin once wrote



the word for
world is
forest.
 

#367 La Connaissance Absolue

Two nights ago, on the
TV news, vision of dust
storms in the dry center
of the continent, sweeping
pinkly towards the sea.
Now they have reached

it, & brought some solid
stuff along as well. The
bird is puzzled by it all.
He's au fait with classical
physics; but quantum
theory is a stone too far.

#366 The Harvest of the Clouds

I am releasing My Oil of Joy
over you. Things are in
our favor this year. Sugary
sweet with a little tang.

The resource becomes scarce.
Solar panels can only take
energy capture so far. The
bezels are much smaller

than those on many phones.
Literal rivers can cross the
dimensions. Mimic what they're
trying to build. Source code

or keyboard input is displayed
as entered. The filmroll is eight
pixels taller than in the other
versions. The harvest is done.

#365 Ika Loch's Bordello

Her speciality is to
assume positions in
which she holds up to
the consumer a smaller
version of herself which
holds a smaller version of
herself which holds etc. Seen
from one side it might seem
she is reducing her exposure
or possibly offering optional
extras. But Magritte quite

often shows reflections in
reverse, sees things from be-
hind as it were. Which means
instead of demeaning herself
she is actually posing this way
to gradually impose herself by
growing larger & eventually
dominate the space around. So,
no reaction from the front,
but the building at the back
is obviously excited by it all.

#364 Variante de la Tristesse

Chaotic day-
dreams. Entropic
nightmares. She left &

went uptown. The bus
was full of particulate
matter in which she

recognized fragments
of her own amino
acid chain.

#363 The Voice of Space

Not how I would have
preferred to spend
my time. But when The
World asks you to
take a turn around
the lawn after lunch
how can you turn
the invitation down.
Forwent the siesta ex-
pecting insight &
the exposition of an
ideal set of corporate
goals. Instead subjected
to an egotistical list
of mergers, takeovers,
strategic alliances, &
plays that have no
other purpose than
an exercise of
personal power. So sad
to find The World is
just another business
that is run by men.

#362 The Bathers

Elsewhere it was the
Weimar Republic, where
elephants paraded & a
Zeppelin as likely as
a stork to go flying over-
head. We would go
bathing, away from the
municipal pools where
the Nazis were starting
to set up their "swimming
clubs." Found them dis-
tasteful. More to our
liking the outdoor lidos
like the Strandbad Wannsee
where we could go naked
& nobody minded. Which
is where Leni Riefenstahl
saw us, saw in us the pro-
totype of what she could
flesh out when the time
was right. Calisthenetics
as political exemplar of
the purity of the race. Of
which we unwitting, un-
aware. Later ashamed.