Tuesday 19 November 2019

another end of the earth






1. = = = = = 

the end of the world drives a big car 
it lives at the end of street
the flap of a flag in the front yard
the odor of barbecued meat

2. = = = = = 

the end of the world was invented 
and scribbled in digital ink 
a thing that was stolen then rented
and turned to a glow and a stink

3. = = = = = 

the end of the world is American
the end of the world is Chinese
the end of the world is a certainty
the end of the world is Swiss cheese

bridge = = = = = 

the end of the world
leaps the border and flies

an intelligent cancer
that changes disguise

the end of the world
gets a burger and fries

chorus = = = = = 

the end of the world 
such a clever device
built of red burning sun
built of blue melting ice

the end of the world 
was the national pride
an infinity long
an infinity wide

and depthless

Monday 18 November 2019

the burning girl


welcome to our fair city
let's climb the spiral staircase
and watch the river run

this is the floral clock
a clock made of many flowers
and a hidden mechanism

here is the tunnel of the burning girl
here is the tunnel of the ghost of the burning girl
here is the tunnel of the ghost of the burning girl screaming
the burning girl running

is it dark?
only light a match

the spillway
the reservoir
the falls

welcome to our fair city
take in the whirlpool
tumble down the devil's hole



a walk round the zoo


a tour from memory of our defunct zoo
the odor of urine in the monkey house
the mud stuck to the yak or buffalo
peacock feathers spreading into eyes
a talking myna behind naked wire
a nickel's worth of food to feed raccoons

legs made for running
wings made for flying
teeth made for tearing
claws made for grasping
eyes made for hunting
all set in amber

all animals, animals all, 
we only stand and wait


Sunday 17 November 2019

each is a color



the everlasting hues of late-summer
just before the leaves begin to turn

each is the color of a sweater or 
a cell phone or deep and permanent

humiliation or a candy-something
racer built to be deployed 

as a guaranteed chick magnet by a 
certain common variety of dude




in an airport


in an airport 
at the end 
of the world
we plug in

we recharge
our old hearts
and our noisy 
old brains 

we eat fast 
and make trash
that will outlive
our language

we take off
and we light
this atmosphere 
on fire

in an airport 
at the end 
of the world
we all burn 



strange bruises


I come home with bruises
I find in the morning
just where have I been to?
I wish I could tell you

beating the ones 
and the nones 
out of life 
till it gives off 
a pale blue glow

beating the moon 
and the sun 
round the sky
till we all hear
the first cock crow

I remember train tracks
I remember trains
I remember stations
I remember
telephone
telephone
telephone
telephone
telephone
telephone
telephone
telephone pole
a bridge 
and trees

I leave home with bruises
I find in the morning
just where am I going to?
I wish I could tell you



Saturday 9 November 2019

the thing that eats you



[[ random stuff from a cowboy movie, extrapolated ]]

it is of course the size that strikes you first and last and always in the west
the big forever lies across the surface where that red star goes to rest

this cloud approaching weighs as much as any locomotive made of steel
you measure empty none by none until the all alone is all you feel

out on the land
working the land
always the land 
working you

I would accompany my pa to town each month before the next full moon
we'd spend the evenings watching dancers clomp the boards and sing at the saloon

the actresses encouraged me to get behind the stage and watch them all
the exits and the entrances were always ready for a curtain call

out on the land
working the land
always the land 
working you

there is no place to hide a body when the wind turns every breath to dust
there is no place to hide a body when the rain clouds fatten up and bust
there is no place to hide a body when the snow begins to pile high
there is no place to hide a body when the sun returns to bake it dry

he said he saw the story of his life roll through the inside of his mind
then called out to a horse he used to have like he had somewhere else to find

but he had nowhere all before him stretched out in the dying of the sun
the thing that eats you when it eats you is of course the thing you left undone

out on the land
working the land
always the land 
working you

there is no place to hide a body when the wind turns every breath to dust
there is no place to hide a body when the rain clouds fatten up and bust
there is no place to hide a body when the snow begins to pile high
there is no place to hide a body when the sun returns to bake it dry







accusing moon


[[ this one's done - minimalist portrait of Greta Thunberg  ]] 

listen to her
it's almost midnight
under an accusing moon

there is no ask
there is no tell
we push through 
we push right through your hell

am I alarming?
our house is on fire 
am I alarmed?
I am the fire alarm

listen to her
it's almost midnight
under an accusing moon

= = = = =
done
= = = = =

[[ 

almost midnight = like the doomsday clock


toll / tolled / untold
bell 

tell  [[ a/the tell ]]
noun
noun: tell; plural noun: tells
        1. (especially in poker) an unconscious action that is thought to betray an attempted deception.

A tell in poker is a change in a player's behavior or demeanor that is claimed by some to give clues to that player's assessment of their hand. A player gains an advantage if they observe and understand the meaning of another player's tell, particularly if the tell is unconscious and reliable. Sometimes a player may fake a tell, hoping to induce their opponents to make poor judgments in response to the false tell. More often, people try to avoid giving out a tell, by maintaining a poker face regardless of how strong or weak their hand is.

[[ in terms of her straight face? there will be no tell? 

there is no asking
there is no tell
we push through without you

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[[ 

Greta Thunberg 

”So we have not come here to beg the world leaders to care for our future. They have ignored us in the past and they will ignore us again. We have come here to let them know that change is coming whether they like it or not.”

"Our house is on fire. I am here to say, our house is on fire."

capture her
  • face - wide, round, pale, unsmiling, an accusing moon
  • single-mindedness - she could be singing and dancing like her little sister, but she drops everything in her schoolgirl life to fix the world
  • bravery - faces up to world leaders without blinking (literally?)


We are not begging -- We do not beg
We are done asking -- We do not ask
We are done
We are pushing through

Look at this pearl

Greta = short version of Margarethe = "pearl" - her wide round pale face?

tell (plural tells)
1. A reflexive, often habitual behavior, especially one occurring in a context that often features attempts at deception by persons under psychological stress (such as a poker game or police interrogation), that reveals information that the person exhibiting the behavior is attempting to withhold.
2. (archaic) That which is told; a tale or account. quotations ▼
3. (Internet) A private message to an individual in a chat room; a whisper.

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related 

Malala Yousafzai (Urdu: ملالہ یوسفزئی‎; Pashto: ملاله یوسفزۍ‎ [məˈlaːlə jusəf ˈzəj];[2] born 12 July 1997),[2][3] also known mononymously as Malala, is a Pakistani activist for female education and the youngest Nobel Prize laureate.[4] She is known for human rights advocacy, especially the education of women and children in her native Swat Valley in Khyber Pakhtunkhwa, northwest Pakistan, where the local Taliban had at times banned girls from attending school. Her advocacy has grown into an international movement, and according to former Pakistani Prime Minister Shahid Khaqan Abbasi, she has become "the most prominent citizen" of the country.[5]
[snip]
On 9 October 2012, while on a bus in the Swat District, after taking an exam, Yousafzai and two other girls were shot by a Taliban gunman in an assassination attempt in retaliation for her activism; the gunman fled the scene. Yousafzai was hit in the head with a bullet and remained unconscious and in critical condition at the Rawalpindi Institute of Cardiology, but her condition later improved enough for her to be transferred to the Queen Elizabeth Hospital in Birmingham, UK.[7] The attempt on her life sparked an international outpouring of support for Yousafzai. Deutsche Welle reported in January 2013 that Yousafzai may have become "the most famous teenager in the world".[8] Weeks after the attempted murder, a group of fifty leading Muslim clerics in Pakistan issued a fatwā against those who tried to kill her.[9] The Taliban was internationally denounced by governments, human rights organizations and feminist groups. Taliban officials responded to condemnation by further denouncing Yousafzai, indicating plans for a possible second assassination attempt, which was justified as a religious obligation. Their statements resulted in further international condemnation.[citation needed]
Following her recovery, Yousafzai became a prominent activist for the right to education. Based in Birmingham, she founded the Malala Fund, a non-profit organisation,[10] and in 2013 co-authored I Am Malala, an international best seller.[11] In 2012, she was the recipient of Pakistan's first National Youth Peace Prize and the 2013 Sakharov Prize.[12] In 2014, she was the co-recipient of the 2014 Nobel Peace Prize, along with Kailash Satyarthi of India. Aged 17 at the time, she was the youngest-ever Nobel Prize laureate.[13][14][15] In 2015, Yousafzai was a subject of the Oscar-shortlisted documentary He Named Me Malala. The 2013, 2014 and 2015 issues of Time magazine featured her as one of the most influential people globally. In 2017, she was awarded honorary Canadian citizenship and became the youngest person to address the House of Commons of Canada.[16] Yousafzai attended Edgbaston High School from 2013 to 2017,[17] and is currently studying for a bachelor's degree in Philosophy, Politics and Economics at Lady Margaret Hall, Oxford.[18]



listening station




[[ a song about the internet, in two voices, one robotic ]] 


voice 1
voice 2 (an electronic chorus)
I used to watch you
picture yourself

something so pretty
for others to see

I used to read you
holding forth

you thought you knew how
we mortals should be



this is your listening station
this is your listening station
this is your listening station

repeat
repeat
where have you gone, 
little-miss-six?
little-miss-six
are you still there,
mister-28-flavors?
mister-28-flavors
silent-witness-496.
are you still on the line?
silent-witness-496
this is your listening station
this is your listening station
this is your listening station

repeat
repeat
are you waiting for me,
penelope-8128-antelope?
penelope-
eight thousand,
one hundred 
twenty-eight
-antelope

did you find happiness,
felicity-33550336
felicity-
thirty-three million,
five hundred fifty thousand,
three hundred 
thirty-six

this is your listening station
this is your listening station
this is your listening station

repeat
repeat
come in from the world
maximilian-8589869056
maximilian-
eight billion,
five hundred eighty-nine million,
eight hundred sixty-nine thousand,
fifty-six

how did you live,
johnny-137438691328?


johnny-
one hundred thirty-seven billion,
four hundred thirty-eight million,
six hundred ninety-one thousand,
three hundred twenty-eight

send us a sign
queenie-2305843008139952128
queenie-
two quintillion,
three hundred five quadrillion,
eight hundred forty-three trillion,
eight billion,
one hundred thirty-nine million,
nine hundred fifty-two thousand,
one hundred twenty-eight

make up your mind
undecidable-2658455991569831
744654692615953842176

undecidable-
two undecillion,
six hundred fifty-eight decillion,
four hundred fifty-five nonillion,
nine hundred ninety-one octillion,
five hundred sixty-nine septillion,
eight hundred thirty-one sextillion,
seven hundred forty-four quintillion,
six hundred fifty-four quadrillion,
six hundred ninety-two trillion,
six hundred fifteen billion,
nine hundred fifty-three million,
eight hundred forty-two thousand,
one hundred seventy-six



[[ 



wistful
nostalgic
distant

people (or "people") vanished from social media, blogs, everywhere online
the immense numbers to emphasize a number of things -- distance, number of people, connections, operations, absurdity, anonymity, encryption, infinity, meaninglessness

as part of their online names, use perfect numbers for some reason. because they're perfect?
make them increasingly long
and finish by just reading out the long numbers

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