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 Holland, the government has reacted to predictions of a silence shortage by establishing Silent Zones (Stiltegebieden), defined as areas “in which the sound load caused by human activity is not high enough to disturb the natural sounds in the area.” My quiet is not the lack of sound. I am trying to make a… Continue reading quiet essay, pt 2
digital devices in our bedroom:Stereo system, CD player brokenDiscmanThree-piece speaker systemPlaystation 3Nintendo WiiTelevision with DVD and VHS playersFax machine, brokenCell phone foyer:PrinterScannerLaptopFlat-screen monitorDSL Internet routerWireless routerExternal hard driveDVD burner living room:Two-piece speaker systemLaptopSound mixing boardMicro ModulatorUSB MIDI hubDigital effects processorLaptopWACOM tablet and penCell phoneCell phoneProjectorMicrocontrolleriPodPlaystation PortableNintendo DSGPS Bluetooth transmitterMP3 player The apartment is filled with… Continue reading quiet essay, pt 3
On the train, out of the corner of my eye, I saw my seatmate cross herself. Forehead, heart, left shoulder, right shoulder, lips (tiny kiss sound). I thought it was the music she was listening to on her shiny black iPod, maybe religious music, so I stole another glance. But it was Silk. I craned… Continue reading found photo, commuter train in japan
you’d think we were sorcerers or astrophysicists, the way we dole out stars to products and services from our unlimited supply of judgement.
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.
like birds waking one by one in the morning, singing before they can feed, women call and croon to their children or lovers once they are settled in their seats: i’ll see you soon. i can’t wait to see you. honey. then their voices clamp shut, pass the time, until another call to check in… Continue reading 36 degrees farenheit with snowfall and limited visibility
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.