Utter Stylus-ness or Composing Mental Lists

The Undiscovered Country: Poetry in the Age of Tin by William Logan

At dawn, death by trampling in a chain store

Sometimes, sometimes your liberty cabbage, goes dry...

Pink peppercorns or Schinus terebinthifolius

The work of Michel Henricot

Déménagement

The Carey-Yale deck

Why do we live and breathe music? Find Oliver Sacks' Musicophilia

The paintings of Ana Juan

Possibly a blue wreath of eucalyptus and juniper berries bound by 22-gage floral wire

Small, cream-colored colonies are the most obvious sign of Staph epi

Recipe for vindaloo

Rhinovirus can survive up to four days on surfaces

An hour on the elliptical trainer, not because I want to work out, meet people or watch CNN on mute

What to think of AlJazeeraEnglish, hand-grenades and bags of almonds for energy

Words like, la chiromancienne

Europe, A Prophecy

Doubt, the movie.

Oxalá Oxalá Oxalá ...Directed Towards a Certain End: A Galley Proof

"THE MEMORY WAR"

jacqueline,

For the sake of recognizing my weaknesses at the most convenient opportunity, I begin with the

admission that there is a relationship between my id and my grammar. I put this forward in an

attempt to ossify your conviction in support of the war. Assured as I am of your commitment to

this cause, and assured as I am of your faith in the common good and the foundation of all such

things (WE RESERVE THE RIGHT TO STRIKE THE WORD PATRIOT OR ANY DERIVATIVE

THEREOF FROM THIS CORRESPONDENCE), it is nevertheless necessary to solicit a token

of your determination as an indelible and significant contribution to our campaign against the

interminably irrecollectable. In exchange for your commitment to a one time service charge against

your spirituality, the collective memory of the third sheet of six of the interactive display of opaqueness

is willing to offer you eternal sensitivity, and, as a special offer for first time customers, we are pleased

to offer the unlimited limit on your perception of emotional bankruptcy. If you respond before you die

you may qualify for a special gift. Simply insert yourself into the slot and wait breathlessly for

recognition.

Send to: jacqueline Bohon
PO Box 5555
Middleburg, VA 20117

Abyssal Ocean Lights

Fertilizer Spikes and The Legendary Pink Dots

When ever I find myself laying out the vitamins, I think of The Legendary Pink Dots' sonic amazements. And then my rosy, sublingual B12 chewable takes on a much more literal form: it comprises part of an aportioned mineral-dirt for a pica. I like to say that my fixation with supplements is to promote evermore-effective catabolism. That is to say, I am dosing myself with pinches of magic dust to draw out the spectral bands of each nutrient...or whatever drops into the steaming, black half-pot of coffee I take with my morning bits of Scientific America online and occultist claptrap (each has the same bearing).

In another formulation, vitamins can be construed as fertilizer spikes: jabbed into the root-bound houseplants we've become. We are supplemented because we are sickly, twisting beneath a drapery curtain in a ten-year-old pot of Earth. Just imagine the delivery of a what is to be converted into a sugary spangle into every corridor of your cellulistic selves.

Just before the bathroom mirror, when I brush my teeth, I am really scouring the slime layer accumulated overnight with a host of diatoms that once shimmered in an abyss. I've come to appreciate the post-apocalyptic version of The Legendary Pink Dots even in the smaller doses I take.

Proposed stained-glass

Selfish Mistress by Raymond A. Foss

Hours per credit
Eat my life
Sunny days indoors
Reading, writing, digesting
Old brain
Slow reader
Applying principle
To facts
Distinguishing, analogizing
Preparing for Debate, dialogue
Learning

Tension, choices
1 or 0
On/off
Selfish
Me or Her –

The Law?
Lines drawn
Interests at bay
Chaos and retribution
Much to lose
Or already lost

"Being normal is a nervous place...

you are darkturquoise #00CED1

Your dominant hues are green and blue. You're smart and you know it, and want to use your power to help people and relate to others. Even though you tend to battle with yourself, you solve other people's conflicts well. Your saturation level is very high - you are all about getting things done. The world may think you work too hard but you have a lot to show for it, and it keeps you going. You shouldn't be afraid to lead people, because if you're doing it, it'll be done right. Your outlook on life is brighter than most people's. You like the idea of influencing things for the better and find hope in situations where others might give up. You're not exactly a bouncy sunshine but things in your world generally look up.

the spacefem.com html color quiz

because you can never finish performing your relation to it;
on the other hand, being comfortable is also another way of
thinking about what normativity provides, because if you can
pass as normal then you can scoot under the radar. The
whole question of how you lubricate the social never stops
being difficult, and it never stops being a matter of shame,
because when one confronts one's ambivalence and
one's incoherence one feels in a bad faith relation to the
model of ethical solidity we expect from ourselves. But
what if we just trained ourselves to accept that all of us
are incoherent, subject to a variety of aversive and
connective impulses that we are always managing?
The social would then be a totally different space of
intimacy and anxiety."

Cabinet magazine no. 31

The Broken Circuit: An Interview with Lauren Berlant Sina Najafi & David Serlin The political economy of shame

The Sheer Drape of Substance Still Tasted: Smoke, Spore Scald or Ectoplasm

What to Wear to See

Meeting in a restaurant
I am a starving, netted bird
a ball of struggling pinbones.

And this is our partsong,
(little legs secured in your
banded fingers) we are

fashioning as the service
intervenes. Where the table,
too high between our chests,

and the hot hand towels arrive
inexplicably after the course,
we alternate emptying the cache

boxes and caskets of our dreams.
Until: I am pressing you to me
leaning in these opaque tights
on these courts by which
everything is carried off.