Friday, November 18, 2011

Metasaurus Text




The inside of a metasaurus 
text smelled horrible.

Then the metasaurus text
was swallowed by a metametasaurus text.


The inside of a metametasaurus 
text smelled even worse.

Then the metametasaurus text 
was swallowed by a metametametasaurus text.

The inside of metametametasaurus 
text smelled the worst.



       He woke up on the couch. Scratching his head he took a piss and thought about selfishness. Putting his love of beer over everything, he imagined her crying under her freshly washed white sheets. The stove showed the time 5:06AM in the kitchen his head felt like a pressure cooker with a broken valve. The house was the belly of a beast. He tried to fall asleep but the party was still raging in his epidermis. He took a blanket from his room and laid back down on the couch. The shades began to glow around the edges. He closed his eyes. This was not happiness or sadness. Every day was like a newspaper being crumpled up and gathered to build a fire. A genie, not in a bottle of beer, but one that lived in a coffee mug. He wished a thousand caffeinated wishes at avoiding the consequences. Motivated by an odd sense of clarity covered in the sand of a broken egg timer, he heard the cars outside the window accelerating over speed bumps and the other various traffic noises. Everything was darker than outer space. And then a worm hole opened, or a spaceship landed, or maybe it had teleported. The traffic noise became extremely louder. He found himself quickly in it's jaws and was eaten. Swallowed whole by a metasaurus text, he started to read the writings on the walls of it's stomach.


thinking about an authentic experience

I wanted to go over to my black neighbors house and say,
"The titties on your snowman are too small, the ass is too big."
Now I am looking at the shadow of a nail on the wall, not even a picture, just a shadow of a hanger thinking about an authentic experience.

i don't know

"You don't call the painter and expect him to know
 the meaning of or why he created the painting."


a cold search for a notebook
with a great semi-hollow tone
a cat meowing, hungry, spoiled
the positive and negative effects
everyone has that one experience
they use to make the decision
to like or not like something
the doorknob is quiet and content
he is tired and shivering silently
the paint told the walls last week
about the importance of ceiling fans
while lobsters played the cymbals
listening to the little mermaid
through a sub-woofer in a banquet hall
you can borrow my public address system
only if you promise not to tell the glassblowers
to keep up the good work
"How's the sub-woofer sound?"
"Too low for you?"
"No, fine,"
What does it mean?
...Godfrey's Bridge

selections from a conversation

"What kind of person gives a box of crackers for Christmas?"
"Someone cool, and probably Asian."
"The word "Asian"?"
"Not Africa,"
"Everything from Asia,"
"Are we watching Cops right now?"
"Do you wanna be Waka Flocka for the rest of your life?"
"It's Cheaters,"
"They're like the love police."

the people watching tv

the people watching tv
they're televising babies
and cutting off their bodies
this is what we're watching

anti-drug commercials
are systematically failing
and this is why we're watching

just let me spend your money
on a ring for my baby mama
and this is what we're watching
and this is why we're watching

merry christmas baby

The pixie stick kid

The page ruffler

I don't want to be known as "the page ruffler" or "the itch scratcher" definitely not the itch scratcher or not "the hair flipper" or "the strange music student" no not that or "the balcony lurker in the eagles's nest" or "the hyper hyena" but rather "the pixie stick kid"
Yeah, I'd like that.

The pixie stick kid

stream of consciousness

The following was transcribed from a dirty piece of paper that I found on the floor of my truck. It was originally hand-written on a rainy day while watching an adult program on HBO in a yellow notebook at the house I used to live in.


there is toilet paper hanging from the ceiling fan
I just brought up, and lit my candle
they just don't get it, or maybe I don't get it
All of these fetishes, what about sex? just sex
Is it not good enough? really? weird
slapping each other and wearing diapers
A Hawaiian with a sweet arm tattoo, lesbian
Feminist fucking machine   art gallery
"It took about 20 anal scenes to get the gallery
open"
Yeah fucking right!
"Amazing orgasms"
The rain is falling as I watch this fucked up
show about people and their strange
compulsions
they look like tigers, lesbian tigers
"for me art + sex have always been close together"
"for me art + beer have always been close together"
"for me art + drugs have always been close together"
And the sound of our overflowing gutters
mixed with the announcer on television
say "dildos"
vegetables
cellphone as a sex toy
"that does feel good"
To Recap: hollowed out cum cucumber
headache in the top of my head
"I had a late night last night so,"
I lit my black cherry candle and took
2 drags off a cigarette and then
I thought "my head hurts and I have
to take a piss
"It's really coming down out there
I don't like it"
phone sex
and as I took a piss I looked at the clorox
bathroom cleaner
stankbeetle
stop making those puke sounds
"Stink beetles revenge"
"where'd you put those fingers tonight?"
"stink beetle's ass"
I went to sleep a couple hours ago
My black cherry candle is burning
this pen is selling this college
paying for fucking HBO, turn it off
over the air
"it's not?"
"very sexy cheerleaders"
"hello howard"
"I feel very lucky"
"Hi Howard"
"You know you make me hard"
This is the most profitable prank
phone call ever
"oh yea" porn star rhetoric
my stomach is angry at the world
"I'm ready"
Unreal
headache in the top of my head
it hurts to move
I took a nap
and you woke me up
so...

Saturday, November 5, 2011

flash non-fiction


Depression

The other day I thought I was a clown. I imagined myself walking into a convenience store with my face painted wearing big floppy fucking clown shoes. Nothing was out of the ordinary; it was just my normal appearance. No one reacting to how stupid I looked, of course everyone would notice, but never say or do anything. 

flash fiction

HelplessnessIsPathetic


              I sat in a Subway eating a five dollar foot long by myself, singing a sad song to myself in my head. Sometimes I feel like I live in a fucking fantasyland. I need to stop feeling like the “failed” creative type, like I patented the most ridiculous bullshit excuse to ever exist.
            “Do you know why you feel this way?” said my sandwich. 
I was surprised the sandwich could talk, let alone read my mind.
            “Yes,” I said before taking another bite.       
            “No you don’t,” said the sandwich.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

overhear: a hunting dog, that will hunt information you need
she looks like a bird
i hope this is interesting
surface details, no time for introspection
third floor, walk in late
"sorry i'm late"
oh no hands on
just think about it..immerse yourself
a writer that thinks like a engineer/wtf is it called?
practicalfuckers
i pray for rest
could you pray for us
we know he loves you the best
what are they printing?
i had a paper cut on my thumb
i cut it on a bottle
it is a hardened lump now
amatuer web design
what rhymes with italicized?
looking at pictures of myself of facebook
answers question "double dipping" rolls eyes
the boy saw a man with a telescope
the plagiarizer
the plagiarism of this blog post

Monday, October 31, 2011

global cooling of park crest

how are
they supposed
to plow this place
with all of these speedbumps

second person selfishness

yo
you the one making the decisions
you think you're
so fucking
right

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

not have to be



I’d like to do some
crafts in the greenhouse
mostly illusion close to 
no suffocation from air weed
and lastly confusion
leastly how it’ll be
sober delusion
stoner reality

troublesome goose


weather is harder now
we fucked with the earth
The rivers don’t flow as fresh
we filled them with shit
The ocean keeps reminding us
our wings are getting tired of this wind
And happiness
sadness
nothing
except everything
flying home
ahead of the flock
that one troublesome goose

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

module 2: writing strategy class notes


 The Runny Nose Analogy

You'll be completely stuffed up for 2 days unable to breathe before it starts to run and doesn't stop.
When you're well nothing comes out. But when your sick, it won't stop coming.


 10/13/11

The Great Conversation of Humanity

Humanity converses through literature. It is important for writers because even though it is sometimes a one way conversation, conversations can take place completely separate from the original author and his or her time and place.
One conversation: The author is reading things and then commenting on them with her own writing. Another conversation: When she hands in her paper to the teacher and gets it back with marks.

Writing as a Social Activity

Everything you write is for an audience. Everything you write depends on the influence of society. For example, Lindemann quoting Lefevre writes: "Even when writers are acting alone, they are pervasively affected by their relationships to others." The writer receives praise, encouraged to continue.

Creativity is Both Nature and Nurture

Nature means you are genetically predisposed to be creative.
Nurture is the process of capitalizing on your creativity via education, practice, and repetition.
Creativity has no rubric.

The Importance of Revision
 
Feedback is essential to Nelson's revision process. A writing community fosters feedback.

Writing is recursive.

Remix Techniques

1. Intertextuality
2. Juxtaposition
3. The Unexpected 
4. Interruption
5. Comic Relief
6. Pure Enjoyablity
7. Themes
8. Duality
9. Montage



Friday, October 7, 2011

translation ideas

big ideas:

translation of Amendments 18 and 21 into "50's jazz musician"

Rules:
1. Refer to people as "cats"
2. End phrases with "ya dig?"
3. Always use "gonna" instead of "going to"
4. Use language that "bounces" or "rattles off"
5. Refer to jazz greats by their nicknames or first names
6. always refer negatively to the police
7. break into song at any moment
8. use scat
9. go off on incoherent tangents

50's jazz slang is a combination of AAVE, Hippie, and Stoner.



Amendment 18 - Liquor Abolished. Ratified 1/16/1919. Repealed by Amendment 21, 12/5/1933. History



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2DEiMx_EtEw

1. After one year from the ratification of this article the manufacture, sale, or transportation of intoxicating liquors within, the importation thereof into, or the exportation thereof from the United States and all territory subject to the jurisdiction thereof for beverage purposes is hereby prohibited.

1. Listen here Daddy-O. Come next turn of the earth the puttin together, coppin, movin, and beboppin of hooch, white lightnin', juice, rotgut, moonshine, skee, the goods, sippin and shippin in and out Uncle Sam's pad goes bootleg beatski.


2. The Congress and the several States shall have concurrent power to enforce this article by appropriate legislation.

2. The big daddys in D.C. and the square States gonna come down hard on cats with the big bad book of no-nos, ya dig?







Ericmadis53 is right, a lot of these old cats stayed in a chord in a progression a long time, lightnin hopkins even said "lightnin change, when lightnin won't' too."

3. This article shall be inoperative unless it shall have been ratified as an amendment to the Constitution by the legislatures of the several States, as provided in the Constitution, within seven years from the date of the submission hereof to the States by the Congress.

3. This drift ain't gonna get caught on till it hits the script of our for-daddys Constitution within a cat's meow of passin to the big joint.





Amendment 21 - Amendment 18 Repealed. Ratified 12/5/1933. History
1. The eighteenth article of amendment to the Constitution of the United States is hereby repealed.

1. Owls can get smashed up again without trouble from the pigs. Cats blowing in the street all night long sippin cocktails while Barbi here cuts a rug. The scene is hot right now with these new young cats that can blow. 

2. The transportation or importation into any State, Territory, or possession of the United States for delivery or use therein of intoxicating liquors, in violation of the laws thereof, is hereby prohibited.



2. imansportnin is bustable on the road and at the spot. The subway is blowin up the boroughs. 
3. The article shall be inoperative unless it shall have been ratified as an amendment to the Constitution by conventions in the several States, as provided in the Constitution, within seven years from the date of the submission hereof to the States by the Congress.



3. The book won't read right unless your name is Charles Parker.
3. This drift ain't gonna get caught on till it hits the script of our fo daddys Constitution within a cat's meow of passin to the big joint.

potential slang types:

carl sagan slang



"There are in fact 100 billion galaxies, each of which contain something like a 100 billion stars. Think of how many stars, and planets, and kinds of life there may be in this vast and awesome universe."


"We find that we live on an insignificant planet, of a humdrum star, lost in a galaxy, tucked away in some forgotten corner of a universe, in which there are far more galaxies than people."


"extraordinary claims demand extraordinary evidence"

"And we, we who embody the local eyes, and ears, and thoughts, and feelings of the cosmos -- we've begun at last to wonder about our origins. Star stuff contemplating the stars, organized collections of 10 billion billion billion atoms contemplating the evolution of matter -- tracing that long path by which it arrived at consciousness here on the planet Earth and, perhaps, throughout the cosmos." -- Carl Sagan


rules to think like carl sagan:
1. use "us" and "we" alot
2. lengthy descriptions (thats us, everyone u love, everyone you know, everyone you every heard of, every this, every that..inventor and explorer, every saint and sinner...etc.)
3. always look at the bigger picture
4. always remind us how small and unimportant we are
5. use scientific terms, for example, refer to us as "our species"
6. rely on hypothetical situations (let's imgaine...
7. be extremely imaginative


omegle spymode


omegle.com


You're now watching two strangers discuss your question!
Question to discuss:
favorite alcoholic beverage?
Stranger 2: XO
Stranger 1: tourex cocktail
Stranger 2: ive never had it. XO is very good patron lol
Stranger 1: lol,
Stranger 2: how does it taste?
Stranger 1: it taste like beer
Stranger 2: hmmm
Stranger 1: but the affect is something, mate
Stranger 1: you mix lsd with alcohol and you get tourex
Stranger 2: hahaha nice
Stranger 2 has disconnected


You're now watching two strangers discuss your question!
Question to discuss:
favorite alcoholic beverage?
Stranger 1: jager bomb
Stranger 2: rum n coke
Stranger 2: bundy
Stranger 1: mmmm i want some now
Stranger 2: shut up you attention seeking asshole
Stranger 1: okay?
Stranger 2: yes ok alright
Stranger 1: weirdo
Stranger 2: get the fuck back in the kitchen
Stranger 1: nah
Stranger 2: ummmm yes
Stranger 1: ummmm how bout no
Stranger 2: how about get the fuck back in the kitchen before i slap the shit outta yo face
Stranger 1: that's no way to speak to a lady
Stranger 2: thats no way to shut the fuck up
Stranger 1: :)



You're now watching two strangers discuss your question!
Question to discuss:
bacon vs. everything?
Stranger 1: asl?
Stranger 2: Bacon
Stranger 2: :D
Stranger 2: 19
Stranger 2: my room
Stranger 2: Lol
Stranger 1: lets fuck
Stranger 2: You?
Stranger 2: Okay
Stranger 1: 0.4 f ukraine
Stranger 2: You got the dick?
Stranger 1: yeah bro
Stranger 2: Good
Stranger 2: :D
Stranger 1: ahaha
Stranger 2: *bends over*
Stranger 2: Be gentle
Stranger 2: LOL

You're now watching two strangers discuss your question!
Question to discuss:
bacon vs. everything?
Stranger 1: ew
Stranger 1 has disconnected

You're now watching two strangers discuss your question!
Question to discuss:
bacon vs. everything?
Stranger 2: bacon
Stranger 1: bacon
Stranger 2 has disconnected

You're now watching two strangers discuss your question!
Question to discuss:
black vs. white?
Stranger 2 has disconnected

You're now watching two strangers discuss your question!
Question to discuss:
Pro-USA or Anti-USA
Stranger 1: anti
Stranger 2: pro usa
Stranger 2: mostly cuz i live here
Stranger 2: why anti?
Stranger 1: i just hate usa
Stranger 1: so much
Stranger 2: but why?
Stranger 1: cuz for the others
Stranger 1: america is only usa
Stranger 1: that pisses me off
Stranger 2 has disconnected

You're now watching two strangers discuss your question!
Question to discuss:
Pro-USA or Anti-USA
Stranger 2: USA
Stranger 1: FUCK YOU
Stranger 1 has disconnected

You're now watching two strangers discuss your question!
Question to discuss:
Pro-USA or Anti-USA
Stranger 2: That's a complex issue.
Stranger 1: M
Stranger 2: It can't be summed up simply by pro- or anti-.
Stranger 2: What do you mean "M"?
Stranger 1: Sex- M
Stranger 1: u
Stranger 1: ????
Stranger 2: Why are you doing spy mode if you're ignoring the questions?
Stranger 1: Intrested in woman
Stranger 2: Are you even reading the words I am typing?
Stranger 1: from where
Stranger 2: -
Stranger 2: -_-
Stranger 2 has disconnected

You're now watching two strangers discuss your question!
Question to discuss:
Pro-USA or Anti-USA
Stranger 2: Anti.
Stranger 1: Anti
Stranger 1: No argument here.
Stranger 2: This pleases me.
Stranger 2: Farewell.
Stranger 2 has disconnected

You're now watching two strangers discuss your question!
Question to discuss:
Rap Vs. Metal?
Stranger 2: i like tin foil
Stranger 2: :3
Stranger 1: I like tin foil also
Stranger 2: its better
Stranger 1: I love to wrap it around my food
Stranger 1 has disconnected



Friday, September 23, 2011

Poetry is not feelings. Poems are poems because they adhere to some type of structure. My critical writing professor, who refused to give me an A up to the very end, brought it to my attention that no amount of feeling, no matter how poignant, will amount to a decent poem if there is no structure to glue it together. I’m glad I learned this because it confirmed my suspicion that I am horrible at poetry and should just stick to prose.
 http://thoughtcatalog.com/2011/what-i-really-learned-in-college/

Thursday, September 22, 2011

our sleep

these sunrise dreams of our bodies
flying as yellow birds over water

her

miss my yellow bird
and perfect words

batting your lashes
I am borrowing your verbs

cynical potion

you're not allowed to jumble on what to do
if your brain will always grow shitty poems
for the rest your life and no one will know
about how you felt a little better

you felt a little better after writing that
didn't you
that's about all the good it'll do
so enjoy it
enjoy the brief sensation
and then go back to how you felt before

you drank cynical potion last night
while you were blacked out
i tried to stop you

don't ever tell me you're not good enough
or that it's not fair

because it is fair
and that's why your sad

because it's fair
you don't even understand what you"re saying
stop it

put that down now
and never think about me ever again

sample page

a red cardinal sat in the blue evergreen
the rain came down wetting almost everything

my throat is sore

when you grow old you could say
you were on tv
coughing up nothing of value

and when you win you can hug
the models and wave
Jane is a girls name

and everything of value is worth
nothing at all
and all art is garbage
but garbage is better than you

and muslims will explode
and christians will destroy our kids
and oil will be spilled
and blood will be spilled
and japs will kill more whales

Friday, September 9, 2011

linguistics

loinguistics

and life
end life

withdrawl

dosen't it feel good to delete

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

if a uterus can be a coffin
then a coffin can be a uterus

if something can be nothing
then nothing can be something

if i can die in life
then i can live in death

if i can die in this life
then i can live in this death

dying in life vs. living in death

myself delay
forgot my laptop charger
and never used the word slash
before I don't know whether
scanning through textbooks and feeling dumb
turning 23 every month in the old days
with no family and your music
standing out in the rain
They look so young and here I am
why does the space bar mess up
the rain is a fan
yup

unfocused

walking home

Sunday, September 4, 2011

wonderboy1027

for Aunt Ruthy

I took the pictures
of the house with 
the chair-on-top
without 
the chair-on-top
and she wrote a letter
to strange new jersey
and we got published

Now these big pockets
of her jacket contain my things
but they were meant for grenades
handed down to me
that covered her Rosie the Riveter tattoo
that was written about in magazines
she could smell a lie 
disarm a bomb 
And it was bullshit
whether the sun would have 
burned her skin
or whether her skin  
burned the sun
it was bullshit 
she died so young
and strong
-The Truth from Ruth
and her cousin "wonderboy1027"









5 August 2009


You know if you show me everything
You’ll be the first and the last
Those summer boys don’t mean anything
We can forget about our past

The sand on your floor of your bedroom
Tells a story you know well
Of a boy who painted houses
And a girl who one day fell
Into love one day last summer

girard

When
I want you to stop
but you won't
and the shower just won't turn on

It's a broken
washing machine
and a symbol

9 November 2010


X

There is a lot more to listen to then there is to listen to
but Everything is bored slouched over an antique rocking horse
You are The Rocking Horse Winner by D.H. Lawrence
or the sound of the beach reproduced by software plug-ins and sequencers

Friday, August 19, 2011

for Dan

do you believe in the big guy upstairs? he asked me.
(some time later I recommended a kayak)
a kayak is too small a boat for me
last day he worked at Joeys

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

on the west creek

on the west creek
a spider's web
catches my face
telling me
secrets

you can't get into my soul, you can't

to the
unpaid labor on
my idea of happiness,
delusions of grandeur,
what lazy
misconceptions!

I will chase you
from me
and cut out of
this weed cocoon.

I don't need
you
I never needed
you!

bent trees revenge

When I was younger my family went camping quite often. A big part of camping for me was carving sticks, or I believe the proper term is whittling. On one trip to upstate New York, I wandered away from our campsite in search of a young tree about the width of a quarter. Selecting one, I touched it's smooth bark, saw that it had few branches and decided that it would make a fine walking stick. In order to snap the tree at it's base, I bent it down to the ground and stood on it. After a few back and fourths, I could smell the freshness of the wood and realized it would not easily snap. I bent it down to the ground again, only this time the tree escaped from beneath my feet and sprang upward striking me directly in the face. For a moment all I saw was black, then I ran screaming back to the campsite. Within minutes I felt a throbbing pain in my face as the bruise blackened one of my eyes. After I stopped crying my parents thought it was funny.

imagine that you are building a robot. which brain parts do you think would be especially important for a robot, and why?

I feel like a million cups of coffee
have you ever eaten a sugar packet?
like chewed and swallowed the paper and all
if I could build a catapult out of
sugar cubes and coffee stirrers
I would like to get a job as a
coffee stirrer
but i'll quit if they
make me wear
a name-tag
I fucking hate name-tags

red flags fire, firing

shark cartilage as a cure for cancer
sharks cancer less frequently
you're laughing yourself into wellness
my friend is fire-walking down the sidewalk
sweating in your sweat lodge
feet didn't burn
didn't learn
nothing vs. everything
paradigm
it's time to shift your

mindlessness matter
your life blind study
sugar pill
from capital hill
while the sound of the rain
your pain
keeps coming and it's going
while the patients
sleeping in the train station
and their brains don't work the
same since

you made'em happy
choking down that burger
on the tv and your

in the bathroom
since your stomach went crappy
all by itself pouring
down into the bowl


rainy day

I.

the rain
drugged them onto
the couch
and the wind blew it all away
he sat there half-
listening when he asked her
"what did you learn in class today?"
"girls hear more
words than boys," she said
"girls use both sides
of their brains more,
they have a higher vocabulary"
"because they
are always talking"

II.

when he
dropped her off at class
the crazy gate lady only said "fine day to do that"
and he
was surprised because
she wasn't taking
her job so
seriously today

sitting in class
the girl sitting
next to him
proudly
said
"stanford binet"


nobody

I was told
to put this
here by my
friend.

He doesn't want
anyone to
know who
he is, or
what he
looks like.

He asked me
if I could
do him a
favor by
placing this
here for
someone to
find.

Congratulations
you found it!