CXXXII
Who is this Pastor Al we’ve been hearing so much about?
A duneist in the nude
Billionaires without borders
La chute, la chute!
Est-ce que ce monde est sérieux?
Lockheed Hall, let it fall
The sun is giving off more superdelegates than usual today
Which moron unto the breach?
Weave it alone
Dud soulz by Google
Sexion d’Assaut
I wuz a “dead soul” for the FBI
Mirage
Syria (f)utile
One Hundred Years of Scaffolding
Corruption is no more nor less than a fear of change that, taking root, becomes a chronic depletion of the spirit
Fresh outa empathy
Who’s your goat-to ruminant?
She sewed feuilletons to her chiton
And whiffed a wistful waft of freon
Fragile feuilleton, chiffon chiton
Reckless yin, like a river overflows
But I digress
Getting old consists of, and insists on, whereing out, whenning out, whatting out, whying out, howing out, and bowing out.
But not, necessarily, kotowing out.
What is the relation between event and process?
Your space is getting in the way of my time
Nature absorbs a vacuum and keeps on continuuming on, imperturbe
Roman lettering aside, there’s a distinction to be made between HVAC and HUAC
Who is this Mona Moore everyone’s talking ‘bout?
6 degrees of desperation
I sing the body cataleptic
Is the New Testament cross-genre?
Now don’t that beat all: a mother and her daughter, perhaps ten years old, on their way to school, the former walking, the latter keeping pace, stride for stride, bouncing along on her pogo stick. She has it down.
I’d bake for you
I’d fry for you
I’d pluck the pigs
out of the sty for you…
Breathing is a profound interrogation of the concept of Mine
Saber is somehow not quite the same as sabor
The Case of the Emphatic Empath
The Case of the Domical Domicile
Fish ‘r’ jumpin’
And the Wi it is Fi…
The trick to seeing is to soften your gaze
(especially when wearing your most accurate prescription glasses)
Writing and writing in the wrythening gyre…
Polarized colonized, hypnotized, cholerized
There is and isn’t time
We all lookin’ for un meilleur millieu
I was a kard-karrying Kardashian for the…
Last Exit to Bethlehem
Bi-sickle, bisect, bicycle bilt 4
Freedom inheres not in a lack of structure, but rather in a flexible, ever-transforming structure.
It is not a condition, it is a dynamic
Not a state, a process
Some say the dragon embodies freedom
As does, in another regard, the tiger
Meteor studies
All over Sensual Park, the five-sythia are in bloom
How reasonable are reasons?
Or rationales rational?
I’m meandering through Medes
Tripping through Thrace
Ambling through Asia Minor
Sauntering through Sicily
Prancing through Phrygia
But I buy at Alexanders!
The Red Croissant: providing emergency viennoiserie wherever there’s a need
The Times as nihilist
Dis here is da Orient!
Break it down break it down break it down
So naturally you’re disoriented
Shterer shuffled on, hugging the walls. The air was choked with the smoke from hundreds of stovepipes sticking out of the stone and glass. The building seemed to be breathing – with much difficulty and soot – through a multitude of tracheas. Now and then, here and there, words clung to the stone. Pausing by one of these texts, Shterer noticed that the lines at the end were shorter and capped with exclamation marks:
LONG LIVE THE POWER OF THE SOVIETS!
LONG LIVE THE DEATH OF CAPITALISM!
[Krzhizhanovsky, op. cit., p. 168-169]
Proprietary tsuris
Street doctorate
“Ladies, this year’s fragrance is DEET.” Said Ismarie Morales, head nutritionist at a clinic in the burbs of San Juan to a class on Zika prevention, segun El Times de Nueva York, March 20, 2016. A3:4.
Windmill take all
All colors eventually fade into Department of Sanitation white
The easel has landed
The tender street
And that small, oft-overlooked detail called reality
I’ve organized a balming plot
Lawn economix
The slaught is on!
A pearl, some say it is a pearl of wisdom, rolls back and forth across the concave floor of dantian. On the inhale it rolls back toward mingmen, on the exhale it rolls forward.
Save Our Story
From itself
Surreal estate
Cicatrixter
The foreign near of it
Ear of it
In among the trees, a twig broom began scratching the ground. [Krzhizhanovsky, op. cit., p. 186]
Chypre: a Coty invention of 1917, based on a blend of bergamot, amber resins and oak moss from Cyprus. Wars may come and go, but fragrance never sleeps.
Frantically, he cruised the topless bonds
American Pseudo
Come gather ‘round hunters
And set yourselves down
For a great wave of settlement’s coming around
And you’ll soon find your wanderings confin’d to town
So gather round all ye hunters
It’s time to set down
Migrant twerkers
Social twerkers
Socialist twerkers
A man, a plan, Manhatitlán
