ARMED CELL 8

ARMED CELL 8
ANNE LESLEY SELCER AN ACCELERATED ALPHABET...
from SUN CYCLE
SEAN BONNEY LAMENTATIONS
DONATO MANCINI from INTROSPECTIVE DATA
SARA LARSEN from MERRY HELL
BRUCE ANDREWS from ALMOST ENOUGH
DAVID BUUCK WE FOUND LULZ IN A HAPLESS PLACE

ARMED CELL 8
Edited by Brian Ang
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ARMED CELL 8 was first distributed at the Brian Ang, Donato Mancini,
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Submit cover images and writing by the end of June 2015 for consideration.

ANNE LESLEY SELCER

An accelerated alphabet
a mumbled picture
a ridiculous florescence of page after page
peacocked on a green screen
as if each term flagrantly raised an objection
against its own denotative power
under local clouds
now its your turn to fall down
from the love of the look
that turned politics to puddles
turned it to feathers
slowed it to pollen
slowed it to oil which shimmers in a slick
a scripto continua an angel wrote
then threw like a parachute into thin air
each corner held down by a small child
who, unemployed & not yet signified sings,
empire is everywhere nothing happens
everywhere everything happens all at once.

from SUN CYCLE

I. Walking thru walls

One city constructs another city in reverse,
a thousand windows open, an immediate and disappearing library.
The suns a creep this week.
Force transforms form at exceptional velocity,
I arise from this accelerated archeology to spit in knowings eye.
II.
I wanted to throw the sun in the trash can,
I wanted its second nature.
I wanted to understand forms mimicry,
I dreamed of sexual violence too,
walking from gallery to junk store;
on everyones computer screen, that week
everything else walking right thru.

III.
The sun smashes me.
It unpetals me.
The sun slides its eyes all around me.
The sun reveals me, unearned.
The sun sorts me, battles me, surrounds
and impregnates me.
The sun is my main respondent.
IV. The meeting
We sat in a circle around an empty metal basket, a fallow fire pit.
It was above us, was all around, was at an angle to us,
we moved into & out of it, the sun was on every side.
I did not know if we would make a new city, a new law, or nothing,
or something precisely as we were, dans tous les sens.
I wanted to put the sun in the center.

V. Nouns by Bataille, compiled for Elliot Rodger

thing is
parody is
thing is
form
body is
sun is
vehicle is
frenzy
lead is
parody is
gold is
parody is
coitus is
parody is
crime
origin is
ground is
base is
center
car is
clock is
machine is
image
sentence is
tracings is
system is
centers is
circles is
totality is
labyrinth

shoe is
tooth is
nose is
love
smell is
eggs is
eyes is
root is
love
dog is
stomach is
goose is
woman is
jar is
confusion is
vehicle is
love
earth is
animal is
man is
result is
cause is
animal is
man is
earth is
coitus
man is
others is
one is
others

girl is
presence is
it is
darkness
love is
vanity is
diamond is
rage is
image is
mirror
I is
indifference is
her is
me is
I is
love is
her is
she is
I is
her is
she is
forgetting
forgetting is
subterfuge
man is
specter is
coffin
direction is
sun is
ground

tree is
ground is
shaft is
sun
tree is
lightning is
ground is
love
love is
cloud is
cloud is
earth is
storm is
the only rain was falling stones
sun is
hand is
tree is
eye
erection is
sun is
cellar
eye is
sun is
cadavers is
reaction
face is
passion is
debauchery is
indecency
nothing is
entrails

ground is
water
idea is
force is
eruption
organ is
parts is
eruption
deflagrations is
heavens
fertility is
disaster
love is
throat
parody is
blinding sun
I am the filthy parody
of the torrid and blinding sun.
I is
throat is
girl is
I
you is
night
I is
throat is
girl
you are the night

you are
throat is
girl is
the night
blinding is
violating is
night is
sun
blinding is
sun is
you are
night
sun is
empire is
no sun sets
ever

____________
All language in Nouns by Bataille, compiled for Elliot Rodger taken from Lanus Solaire by George
Bataille with the exception of a line from Etel Adnans The Arab Apocalypse.

SEAN BONNEY

LAMENTATIONS
for Jacob Bard-Rosenberg
Our illnesses are mostly political illnesses - Peter Weiss
We greet the dark - Diane di Prima

in the days of our fiercest anger

the precision of beauty
the joy of the whole world
soaked bread in their darkness
enemies pressed their mouths on us
a snare is come among us
there are none to comfort us
*
Of music imprisoned, the insulted and truly wretched.
Of the names of those responsible for the recent massacres.
On the numerology of birdsong
On riot replaced by birdsong
Our persecutors swifter than eagles
They pursued us on the mountains. Laid wait for us in the wilderness.

And our collective vowels humming like drones.

The invisible, whatever that is.
As if it didnt hover above us.
Announce itself with blue fire.

*
The law is a mouth.
Glossolalia.
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these towers and cities
these desert plains
these tasteful burning
skies, what are they
what has been forgotten
in these shanty towns
these parks and legends
solid, bright, concealed
strange and distant
ghosts, our stark ghosts
pass the soul of your body like water
boiling water that scalds forever
*
It breathes, the law, and those it protects it sings inside, and they are like flowers, chaste
and tranquil as glass.
It stares at us, the music of the law, and its fingers, they pluck us, as if we were strings,
golden, and we are their songs, the inhabitants of the law.

And we have no foothold, and we stumble, backward and backward, hour by hour, as
stars or buildings collapsing, into the abyss, of their hearts, the inheritors of the law, and
we sing there, unimagined, in the ice of our silence, falling.
And their souls will flow like piss in the streets of the great city.
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Say they have enclosed us in blank stone. You wake up, you open your eyes, is simple: we have
been consumed like blood and water, and our language - you wake up, sibilants and syntax a jet
of bleach and concepts. Think stuff up: the enemy is non-material, we are not.
Say they have choked us with black sugar. Ask who are these custodians of yesterdays rebellions insist that it really happened, we are not at all imaginary. You wake up, you open your eyes - there
is a border separates us, the deserving, the un-deserving dead. Post no miracles.

________________________________________________________________________
It is the stupid practice of our times to complain instead of acting. Jeremiads are the fashion. Jeremiah is
found in all attitudes. He cries, he lashes, he dogmatises, he dictates, he rages, himself the scourge of all
scourges. Let us leave the elegising clowns, those gravediggers of liberty. The duty of a revolutionary is to
always struggle, to struggle no matter what, to struggle to extinction. - Louis-Auguste Blanqui.

five days without sleep

the law is fixed and burns
we who are captive here
each night the same figure
on the same road, stops
roaring, like a brain
roaring out our ghosts
hyacinth and snap-flower
my ghosts, a river of bones
my ghosts, narcissi my
spinning, my laws, stay here
evil-doing falls like rain

*
remember it
to take these tales as advice
an organising vortex
each sentence stolen
each word a double claw. Act now.
That looked the sun in the face and were not blinded - Lola Ridge

________________________________________________________________________
So anyway, insomniacs or the wandering dead sleep by walking through the department,
yeh, through the golden city. Well screw them. The choir, if there is one, is a flock of
ghosts. The chorus a mob of disenchanted sloganeers. Forget it. Take some sulphate,
some hydrogen, whatever, elements, elementals, mash it all up and boil the invisible
the ecstasy of oxygen molecules
the mad monks of Westminster
One was scried with swallows.
One was split with scissors.
*
some grow in dust
are not to be picked
opponents of day
and nights
counter-light

every door is not locked - Ericka Huggins

Because we do not exist the years of our birth are stacked inside the shadows of our
mouths like imaginary cities or the pits of heaven and other basic banalities.
And when they say we, they are only trying with their drivel to mold what the people think and how they
think it. - Ulrike Meinhoff

We the liars. We the obedient, we the imperial teeth.

No birds, no suits, no sacrificial spiders.
This history passes through us like ghosts.
Various acronyms. Nostalgia for electric colour.
Black and murderous pink.

Say those
rats. Say those rats have names say you know those names. You do not know those
names. Say black powder say a lot of things. And then, a fascist victory, say that. And
then. Say it seemed like a door was opened like just or a second and we hurtled through
that door or was it things hurtled toward us I dont know and. Say it was just a cloud of
powdered blood. Say you know their names and then suffer from beneath those names
and live and tunnel inside those names and. Ask what becomes of the motherfucking
broken hearted

*
Avoid melancholy.
Tell a few jokes.
Blow up Stonehenge.

________________________________________________________________________
apply gravity to your body
raw water like butter actually
made from your body, yes, meaning
you, we, a force from the past
& on the subject of flowers:
Who are these judges, who made them custodians? Of what? What are these things in the
centre of their mouths, that ringed silence, that crushed clock, screams of dead and flying
things. The human form, it frightens me, its scratched and monstrous aspects; plague
clung to, as spirit of love, and spectres shriek like starlings in the streets of our devastated
cities.
it is a storm of monstrous drums
the war has not been declared
it only shrieks
the way ghosts shriek &
ashes are the shrieks
of ghosts are
burnt water
are skalds
of coins & lawful slumber
and scarlet stars of rotten silver
I want to never forget how I was forced to become a monster of justice and intolerance, a narrow minded
simplifier, an arctic character uninterested in anyone who was not in league with him to kill the dogs of hell
- Ren Char

________________________________________________________________________

there is a law it
patrols the invisible
is dark outside

there are comets as
we decipher them

as law or radio

as then the cities burn

as ash as simple figures
as the sky is an insult

name this city

it is a bone it is
our bones creak
as pearl fire will
split nets of streets
or bone it is
no emergency
& this sentence
un-pronounced
must not make you bitter
it has made you bitter
- it is our beauty, apocalyptica But for you it would be something of a duty in that you could perform in Tbingen the role of a waker of the
dead. It is true that the Tbingen gravediggers would do their utmost against you. - Hlderlin to Hegel, 25
November 1795.

DONATO MANCINI

from INTROSPECTIVE DATA

Two years later a search-party had found them, hobbling along

[through the jungle] on improvised crutches, toothless and
suffering from half-healed fractures. It seems there was no calcium
in the area. Chickens couldnt lay eggs, there was nothing to form
the shell. Cows gave milk, but it was watery and translucent, with
no calcium in it. (W.S. Burroughs)

Are wages adequate compensation for life spent at work?

Is human labour
1 - purchased
2 - extracted
Work its own reward?
Which of the following is a luxury
1 - leisure time
2 - inebriants (alcohol, soft drugs)
3 - jewellery
Do you work harder than your friends?
Is the drop in a bucket
1 - milk from a goats udder
2 - rain from a leaky ceiling
3 - coin from an almsgivers pocket
Are you tired emotionally, mentally or physically?
How long can I live on apples and bourbon?

Is foxglove edible?
At what point does sleeping-in become immodest?
1 - 10:30 am
2 - 12:00 pm
3 - 3:00 pm
4 - 5:00 pm
At what point does it become immoral?
If its not white guilt, what could it be?
Is a coma like a long nap?
Is the position that radical social change is impossible a radical position?
Indifference, apathy or accommodation?
Disaffection, contempt, outrage or resentment?
Should a gob of spit include phlegm?

Embrace. Negativity.
Hope. Keeps. You. Down.
Wish. You. A. Deep. Ambivalence.
Resist. Compulsory. Optimism.
Would. Rather. Not.

My. Oui. Says. Non.

Dedescribed.
Devoked.
Defeatured.
Decreated.
Dont. Say. Nothing.
If. You. Can. Cant. You. Will. Never.

Smells like wood like oil paint in the garret. Like baby flesh paint. The
babytree is in bloom. Babies have blossomed on it from the beginning and
forever. Rosy twilight. Babies withering ripening rotting on them. On the
babytree ... The rustling babies. (U. Allemann)

How many times did you hear the word love today?
Does the word love
1 - give solace
2 - induce panic
Do you consult pop songs for relationship advice?

Have you ever been sexually happy?

Are you sexually attracted to happiness?
Would you have a child with an abortionist?
Are babies predominantly
1 - repulsive
2 - adorable
Do you patrol the boundaries of your sexual orientation
1 - in a jeep
2 - on a dromedary
3 - stopping by woods on a snowy evening
When did tattoos, piercings and funky facial hair become the new power suit?
If the proposed minimum wage rise amounts to less than half the accepted living wage, is
that irony?
Can you fight off a rapist ironically?
Can you revolt ironically?
Have you experienced love as self-hatred?
Who stuffed wet chewing tobacco into the top of my snorkel?
Do you know your way around the bottom of the lake?
Does your given name suit you?
Have you ever pretended you dont speak English?
Would you have chosen to be born?

SARA LARSEN

from MERRY HELL

For Helen of Troy,

For the Women of the Paris Commune,
For my friends, now.
the true meat

with limbs you had when you were

born these people are such a mob
who jeweled my hand when i became his spouse
who gemmed my hand when i became his spouse

the sirens are the call your own body made to itself to come home

but he refused tied to a pole.

this being civilization and all.

salty
now i tell you

the be gemming of

lilys & boarded-up windows

underworld word
mark this

thanatos and eros in the centerline of my

fallow
bod ies

cant breath

em pyre
consumes
all that is sacred
Aegean greenwaters
waters to drown out

but i have now dived on my own volition deep into briny

a blood beat

and my face dis appe ar

AIAIAI

i saw my life crumble up like a broken mirror

It is the turn of the year.

Bookended by Iphigenia and Clytemnestra

what is owed is fabul ous some say, Iphigenia was not on my
some s ay her body on
that

slaughter alter

all these soldiers

my daughter of LIGHT who

sea light.

like a perfect book

gonna spend out on me

falls into the

we tore off the kredemna

and we thre w them

some sa y boun d up

boat

under our

a byssss

of mat ter

tore off our virginity our husbands

asses

rosemary oil
scuttling trees

in

boat

between wor lds

did i drown

Queen of the underground there in your silk

fatale
dead flora
Love knows no body
Love for Loves sake is divine
all of this time what is owed is based on despair
rather than existence itself

betrays what must be fed to exist

existence itself is equal

I wont forget

to put a rose cap on your grave Lady Death.

BRUCE ANDREWS

from ALMOST ENOUGH

C-c-c
You want rights? nationbuild!
redneck fiscal spreadsheet undiscipline
RPGs rocket-propelled grenades we reguarantee
assange hitting below the borscht belt
econo glocks to shame fee-splitting mob
skirt detox / homeland detox, model citizen on steroids
money meant anti-downward snacks as ridicule
Libya bleeds just like us, joke guns market the typically
kidnap limo, the phrase polo mogul
big troubles with non-union NAFTA trashcan
autopsy // queen // democracy
nixonish puccini, dollar-sniffing dogs
felon glitter FICA to slur into capital flight
murder by passport, enema by deskclerk
smear gun veto travesty
gangsters moll, kit form

Booth goof, my quislings, that pouting kingdom

now to Mao Tse-tung Waziristandardizing the go-to SWAT team
dancing a brown Trickle-Up Economics
Kalashnikov tee-totalling rebel, crasscultural game-based Fidelista
big business is my child abuse palestinian start-ups
no, we call it fiscal underachievement
rhetoric raptor desires to be associated with people of power
bankruptcies are up because its easier
motorizing bombthreats, domination rests its case
lets plan a felony, we call them Democrats
or maybe just cronyism, shabby patriotic kill by rocket fire
bash the white man to execute me extrajudicially
crime dummy maladetto one bad cop can kill many Lenins
buyless in gaza, beat your leader into unconsciousness
experts in oppressing liberal-democratic bacon-cheeseburgers
Black Chicago called North Mississippi
disabling enemy machine guns can circumnavigate money
its irrational & illogical to assume that he did not know protesters were being targeted
What Clich Becomes A Legend Most?
Christ came back to collaborate with the fascists

. . . algae . . .
Boogie Down spy shit bigots into saints
consumer abject suicide quote by economy unquote
nazi skinhead freak, kill your superiors
cop pig slink with a deadly weapon
no catastrophes in society, usurpers unionized maquilladores all nationalistically goofusd
sparta bookish global finance homeboys cadillac freefire impresario of ethnicity
standback weapons or fatwahs, strikebreakers not enough foreigners
outside pressure causes extra repression, horrific enough to trigger more pressure, etc.
take responsibility for whites awkwardness
putin showy treason flesh, aryan cues patriotically more
hes cheesing by democalypse to make our country crushed
spin doctors back off, diaspora-ized peaceheads?
you are tax drunk, you are not a Green Beret
Aunt Jemima less authoritarianize paycheck banter pout
blame it on my bomb
breadlines, unite! got your emirate?
yell white power during the assault
agit-dub tionalization to transcitify dont lithuanianize me!
massive sleaze, soldier-of-fortune problem-solver

SHOPRITEs Ham ads interrupting Malcom X

Israel is Iran
Stalin repo, a fame-whoring social climber
numb naughtiness redneck Shah bolshevik not done yet
Democratatorship, anti-commie slam unguent money down
amererericans, gun replicas, tax axis hate state
rage of conspiracy, Generalissimo police itch swastika santa claus
no tax drunk, the insurgent we
haiti snacks on status quo, suez oomph to mush up power structure
Down with the Next President
Constitution dissolves in battery acid you pour on prisoners
gringo upshot frenemy of the state, New Left disarmament
the rich get to prevent change, class maximization woke with one vote
hail to the chef // hail to the shit
nation = one big morality play
trotskyistic revenue filth injustice gets fed up
laissez-faire // covert
displeasingly hammy theatricals after fixate
dont stop the zorro, hamhocks, we are the assassins
debenturatorial test-ban quisling pretty easier

force gets better, guilty sunbelt grabfest money

national sovereignty a license to slaughter your people
state socialism serum lizard, global spider, brixton wrongs
smacked-out crowd, homeless in the Third International
arrest the bankers with no glocks, buffoon a rightification for freedom
this joke occurs in your checkbook
no more peacetime teddybears, violence expresses . . . inequality
no world without helicopters
bilk clients political scientist, no
shoot the fuck-it, mex-zetanification
sorry anarchist class structure in ammunition
sniffing world capital to get high
bourgeoisicals pushing Maoist nostalgia
nazi goof talk about military justice!
surprise, megarich to benefit
rule & ruin / ruin to rule activism interpellates too
shiek chic, bookies riot police pose for pictures
unemployment is structure
sleazeballs legal tender
make a nation for me

DAVID BUUCK

WE FOUND LULZ IN A HAPLESS PLACE

for & after JD, DM, AB, AK, MB & the sound team

does form make demands?

wait, what?

to make gestures quotable

the better business bureau asks.

An Oakland poet in San Francisco.

A San Francisco poet in Oakland.

(or indeed the police force, in current procedurals

Owns a stapler gun.

(comes into its own
mode of representation
accounting
vs.
recounting
<swipe>

(it is rather bureaucracy

whose epic is sung
before us)

An actual explosion, in an actual shingle factory.

in 1913.

in 1934.

but thats not my File

Transfer Protocol

would you prefer a reference

to Shelley here?

or to the licorice strike?

ATTICA! ATTICA! ATTICA! ATTICA!

screams Al Pacino, in a Raiders jacket.

but: The image is always in the present tense.

A group of rich people, caring about the environment.

to get to the other side.

the synopticon asks.

An Oakland poet in Santa Cruz.

An Oakland poet in Davis.

problem: articulating an us
that makes we happen
beyond us-ies.
thus
the where of we
vs.
the when of we

and: that one guy who wont shut up.

to describe
the gesture
of falling silent

of heads down on the sidelines

of neck bent into the screen-feed

of looking over ones shoulder

to talk behind ones own back

Problem: the possibility of communal speech (poetry) in the absence of a we.

but:

we

there is no we

let us separate ourselves now

and: our capacitors, their selves

so: affect looks like what ?

to fetch some aluminum bats.

a re-enactment of the Battle of Oak Street.

in 1946.

in 2013.

wait, what?

what rhetorics of temporality to describe it

its having been

tighten up! tighten up!

the view from above asks.

A New York poet in Oakland.

An Oakland poet in Danville.
Youth
vs.
the youth
<swipe>

WOUNDED KNEE! WOUNDED KNEE! WOUNDED KNEE! WOUNDED KNEE!

screams Little Joe Killsright, through a black and red bandana.

and then I became

and this is in Vegas

okay, this is an arrow

right now, this is me, see but I dont think about, yknow, taking up

a revised Rihanna song, yknow, heh she basically latched on

(youtube, Michelle, get fit, all the kids, and so)

to what happens in certain communities

(diseases, fat people, see what Im sayin, theres no thought, no job, and so I need)

had to financialize the climate

in order to save it

and then I got board certified

Problem: emotion recollected in tranquility. Fuck tranquility.

but: ordering a Jameson with a single iced cube. Recollecting that.

to concretize disgust.
as a positive
way of saying
No.

the certifying board asks.

An Oakland poet in Vancouver.

An Oakland poet in Kansas City.

in 1985.

in 2014.

A group of rich people, foraging in a forest.

100 fire extinguishers, aimed at the approaching line.

Beyond the kettle,

another kettle,

called work.
hedging debt
on the no futures
market.

such that: All Drones Are Zimmerman.

But not only are my desires not being met, they're not even my desires.

<swipe>
Learning from Las Vegas
vs.
Learning from Lagos

in 1977.

in 2006.

would you like a reference

to Koolhaus here?

or to the defense of the RCA?

But plausible deniability is itself

an architectural choice, one made manifest
not only in procurements and mergers,
not only in networks and protocols,
but also in drywall and concrete and stock photography.
Tho some bodies
are forgotten
in the language
compound

Problem: whos not in the photo?

<swipe>

cuz theyre tools, questions are

the Arab Street thinks

vs.
the Oakland Street thinks
Last night the DJ fueled our fight
& today, hazy & blasted
hustling for the bail fund

red and black laughter

red and black nights

But how does it make you feel?

the morning after.

at $160 an hour.

<swipe>
a pedagogy of space and time
vs.
the state and the clock

but structures

dont take

to the street

, cuz
when youre pushing the sound
system up the street
in SF you gotta
watch for the tracks
& give up yr umbrella
to cover the battery
as the rain falls
on Wall Street West

in advance of the pepper spray

cuz when the skirmish
lines out front
others can sneak
in the back & banner drop
which is when you want
the speakers to kick
& the mic to crackle
the call for medics
to help wash out the eyes
of all who cant see
the paint on the walls:
Run comrade
the old worlds
behind you
That night I/we pulled out a piece of paper and started writing, well, of course we
had just stimulated each other, had just put ideas first, had just created a void we were all
dying to fill! The desire to make something, to solve what was stumping all this came
from we. Desire. So yes, I ... did the actual writing ... but desire came with the we.

experiments in representation

the syntax of fighting to actually win

A group of rich people, cleaning a swimming pool.

<swipe>

and who counts what, by what metrics.

beyond the clicks, the slowly fading pings

a series
of data
packets
constitutes
a set transversing
the field,
spreadsheets
on the grass,
alas, pigeon
shit occludes
the equation
no work today
so get to it

and by won I mean owned

RUBY RIDGE! RUBY RIDGE!

RUBY RIDGE! RUBY RIDGE!

screams Steve Kurtz, through a Lackawanna surgical mask

and: better meetings.

wait, what?

Watching
a video
of Lumumba
on a phone
made of Congolese
colton

face paint selfie

phone swiping technology

(uptalked) I think it opens the door to bringing counter-surveillance into fashion?

to capture the hot new look on the street.

the feds ask.

A Ugandan poet in Vancouver.
A black bloc poet at the MLA.

 When is I? When are she? When is we?

That guy? Hes his own tendency.
Broadside fetishist.
Backstabber.
Hand-wringer. Online commenter.

Problem: what I heard was image-captured off your feed in response to that

other thing ppl were talking about, and that being considered politics.

and: it is. even if Id rather etc.,

A group of rich people, each with their own personal philosophies.

FERGUSON! FERGUSON!

yet: we need toilets and a kitchen

FERGUSON! FERGUSON!

screams Lil Bobbie Hutton, buried in a hoodie

But how does it make you think?

the riot as collective bargaining.

To bottom-line the booze run.

The multitude (of seven) asks.

An Oakland poet in Philly.

A rich poet in Oakland.

then

soon well have

a 3D printer

for all the tools

we need for nights

like this

now what, wait?

But how does it make you smell?

the % of Silicon Valley janitors living in Oakland

vs.
the % of Oakland cops living outside of Oakland

tighten up! tighten up!

would you like a reference

to Angela Davis here?

or to Freedom TV Nyamubaya?

Envy those meetings? Good.

As a feminist I want you to drool for such a we.

in 1982.

in 2015.

Problem: sick of poetry, not finding another form for this roving disgust.

Like escaping a fire in a building that you designed.

while hating metaphors

and prosody

then running back in, to log back on and

<swipe>

yet: those stabbing keyboard triplets.

the oh shit here it comes.

tighten up! tighten up!

Everyone in the street

is in this fucking dance

in & across the intersection

references that my friends get

vs.
references that poets get
Whose we to act
as if of us

so remember
to carry
your meds

in their original

labeled
bottles
in case
you get
snatched
now pick up a tool
and fucking garden.

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Includes material/nudges from Caroline Bergvall, Miguel Gutierrez, Brecht (translator unknown),
Robbe-Grillet, Dionne Brand, Jereon Mettes (translator Vincent van Gerven Oei), Henri Lefebvre
(translator unknown), Susan Parenti, Eric Hobsbawm, Ingrid Burrington, Fredric Jameson, Donato
Mancini, the Carville Annex Instagram feed, & god knows what else. (& by god I mean Roque Dalton)