CXII
I want to wake up in a city that never sleeps…
No you don’t
Gravity’s Rainbarrel
It’s more fun to be hysterical in public than at home
It’s almost social
Having made public life intolerable, we invented cyberspace in the nick of time
When someone asks: howr u guyze doin’? are they really asking “how are your guises doing?”
Oh, thanks, my guise is fine, it’s my insides that are all fucked up…
Never trust a man who doesn’t eat chicken
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Long before capital, there were capitals
It’s a Rorschach after all…
Mom and pop billionaires
Gentles, perchance you wonder at this show;
But wonder on, till truth make all things plain…
Said (Peter) Quince oncet
Don’t look for today’s sensation tomorrow
I was a Rude Mechanical for the FBI
TILT!
I was a witty partition for the…
One problem with getting unstuck is that it forces you to reassess where you “are”
Hi, we’re the gender specialists!
It all boils down to… an empty pot
You hear it talked of at the next table over at Tarallucci: yes, Virginia, there really is a professional association called Women in Wireless.
I selfie, therefore I am
I was a slow study for the NSA
‘Scuse me while I scrape the sky
Sleight of Hundt, or, The Case of the Disappearing Dog
There’s a distinction, I’ll warrant, between literary nonfiction and non-literary fiction
One observes, one cannot help but do so, that the world is ringed and pierced with a thousand circles of imbecility.
But the gong fu, or part of it, is to gather thoughts, and let them disperse.
Law is cultural autism
There is a distinction between a stunt man and a stunted man
If there can be such a thing as a preponderance, can there not also be a post-ponderance?
If so, exactly what would that be?
Let’s not talk about… brands
National referendum: To change the phrase “tissue of lies” to “Kleenex® of lies”
What is it, rodent day in NYC? This a.m. sitting at an outside table at T., you look down to see a little gray mouse beneath your feet eating some fallen croissant flakes. After which it looked about for more edibles – its fur perfectly camouflaged against the concrete so none of the other customers noticed it – and eventually squeezed between the pavement and the molding to disappear – where?
Then, at Washington Square Park, the rats were out and about, making business-like sorties between the flowerbeds.
Neither a sideboard nor a cyborg be…
The moon’s as ghostly a galleon as yer gonna get…
I was a wastebasket taxon for the FBI
At length, he fell into a persistent meditative state
The question is not so much one of whether we conform, but of what we conform with, and to.
Is not the word co-conspirator a redundancy – given that we all breathe the same air?
One hopes, nonetheless, to remain unindicted – in the classical Latin sense of “not said,” or “unsaid.”
Ce n’est pas juste, ça!
Oui, d’accord. Mais, le justice n’existe pas.
Pull in on the loose, song the too-tight
A woman whose ancestry appears Indian, with attractively crooked front teeth, and who you subsequently learn is in her early 50s, passes you on your bench, then approaches and smiles in recognition. “Steve,” she says. Instinctively you reach out your hand for hers. “No, Eric. But I look like a thousand people.” She’s mildly embarrassed, but you chat and learn that she grew up in the Village, lives in the big white brick building across the street and attended PS41.
“You look so much like him,” she says. “Steve – I’m blanking on his last name – I met him twice – he’s a famous AIDS doctor…”
I was a common man for the FBI
3 articles of an internal constitution:
I renounce all fear-based systems of authority
I recognize, but do not subscribe to dualistic thinking
I avoid unnecessary heroics
Dialogue of the Common Man:
Uh, are you OK with my being a dick, and, like trying to dick you?
Yeah, totally. I mean, like, I’m a dick too.
No shit? So if I, like, dick you, you’ll dick me back?
Yeah, totally.
Wow, yeah, awesome…
What will become of the attempt to institute the market as a world religion? Can there be a true world, i.e. universal, religion? If so, is the market the right religion at the right time and in the right circumstances? What means will it use to sustain the faith if material production-consumption falters beyond a given locality?
A woman walks by the café in a diaphanous floral dress: a sexy, younger Angela Merkel. And it strikes you in the instant that it is indeed a biological woman (Chancellor Merkel) who has “assumed the port of Mars,” and now wields the European, even global economic sword in what seems, historically, to be shaping up as the most brutal social massacre (Greece’s subjugation) to occur absent a declaration of war.
And, on a whole different level, is it possible that the Germans, long after they savaged the Greeks and sacked Rome, have at last become fully Romanized?
The plot sickens
Religious belief is a symptom of spiritual depletion
Does the “troika,” the EU, IMF and ECB, represent the trinity that, consubstantially, constitutes God? If so, how does this play out in a culture (Greece) famed for its polytheism? And for close, even intimate relations among and between mortal and divine beings, as well as the occasional hybrid?
So strong was the Greek commitment to “converting” to the Euro, that, according to finance minister Yanis Varoufakis, “we smashed the [currency] presses” in 2000, just prior to joining the Eurozone. Drama drama drama. Drachma drachma drachma.
What happens when Eros meats Euros in the Eurogenous Zone? Critical mess? Drachmatic events?
(Way) past tense for “selfie-stick”: selfie stuck
Heads may roll, but will stomachs turn?
Pilgrim’s process
