friday evening. crowd at the liquor store.with an armful of bottles she walked, all round and royal, to the checkout.maybe she’s having a dinner party, soon she’d be among friends and raising glasses.the bottle closest to me was priced $2.99, that one would be her cooking wine, poured over beef and flavored with star anise,… Continue reading warehouse wines & spirits, 10003 (v2)
she waddled over to the checkout line labelled CREDIT CARD ONLY with her three bottles.“these are all red, right?” she asked the cashier, who held them up to the fluorescent light to check. it’s strange that a mistake in color can amount to a completely different taste. the price tag on one of her bottles… Continue reading warehouse wines & spirits, 10003 (v1)
i went to the museum with a friend the other day and noticed streaks of gray hair, new to me since i last saw her. we ambled through the exhibit at the pace of her daughter, who plodded around in baby steps and occasionally asked “ou-side?” my friend also had new gestures, holding out an… Continue reading one by one
the most effective birth control pills are the ones with a side effect that cuts sex drive down at the knees, a nice clean cut. entire afternoons spent embroidering napkins, not the sanitary kind but the table linen. none of the flowers are perfect, some creases always remain in the material despite ironing at the… Continue reading free
how can one body pack so many pounds of ugly feeling, then aim it directly towards itself. it’s not right. it’s not the way to success and future glamourshine. hold on i have to go make some tea.(brew)she’s nuts!and cream, and sugar, and butterfat. down her throat into the belly, bypassing nutrition due to craving… Continue reading cupid
in between feedings, from a far-off fold deep in the valleys of my intestines, comes the plangent vibration of a bell. the ringing is never loud but it is persistent, and spreads to my head faster than a shudder. i miss my freedom. from resonance to shudder, from shudder to ooze. a big ooze. a… Continue reading isn’t ten years long enough
with every sweet drop thatmy mouth enjoys thereare 99 devils thattake a molecule for them-selves and yet thiswill not satisfy theirticklish bellies sothey askfor more.
last week i thought it was the Russians. i blamed their aching orchestrations, familiar and distant. Tchaikovsky, Stravinsky, Rachmaninoff. finally, the broadcasts finished. this week i blame Marguerite Duras. how can one read a novel titled The Malady of Death and not fall through the cracks, fall to a high and lonely place? the stillness.… Continue reading excuses
please summon all cells to the important task of healing.flow with the blood,bring fresh air to the empty places, starved for breath. burn a little. let the wounds receive a new layer of skin,revive, feel what it is like to live again. the pressure can sublimate — pass from a solid painto an evaporated nothing.
all this time denouncing the screen: i’m sick of the screen, tied to the screen. this is the right idea for interactive projects in general, but maybe not so for text and the written word. what’s wrong with a surface, after all? a video projection extends the page, is as limiting as the page, but… Continue reading [ ]