nsa

denials r us

“Wolf says the park’s music never stopped playing as security surrounded the trash cans where the bang came from and told visitors they were evacuating.”

b/c the band must play on

at the theme park, near the pink castle, the recorded band played on through explosions

...and trials of tribulations
...and broken hearts
...and reality
there's no shutting off that eerie hollow sound
from cables underground
b/c who doesn't need/want that sweet sweet saccharine

denials r us
runnin the whole town
q: how’s the weather
a: well tom… it’s been strange
   dry areas more dry   (on fire // on fire)
   wet areas more wet   (floods //   floods)
   & the middle...well the middle is fucked

transmission emissions
let's fraq'er bb
but the problem with this particular rape is that humanity it its own victim

ima write a letter to the future and to the girl hidin her face behind her bloggin experiment

b/c the band must play on

at the grocery store, in the milk aisle, the recorded band played on through the gun fire

...and trials of tribulations
...and broken hearts
...and reality
there's no shutting off that eerie hollow sound
from cables underground
b/c who doesn't need/want that sweet sweet saccharine

BBC 4-6 am EST (5.8.13)

//james holmes was not insane
but organized
//trusted pkk fighters may lay down; holding a cease fire (1st since 78)
//future hospitals /w eno soundtracks
//markets are up
homeowners are making payments on time...for now
//the neo barbarians are running south africa
//heroin is cheap in afghanistan; 1 rock could feed a family of 4 for a week
//embryos grown from extinct species
//neighbors shocked by 3 found women & causes existential crisis
"evil and innocence are thrown into ever sharper relief" --BBC reporter
//chemicals used on house pets and their waste are killing sea animals
but no one cares b/c those animals aren't cute or trained to play pianos
our complex eco system without sea creatures is a sad place
//plastic island ocean
//PS those poor poached elephants
china says, "african problem"
but they be buyin'

news items

mixed signals
semi fore
pina fore
sign language
morse code
2 dashes one dot, but not S O S
an AP hacked tweet caused the market to dip
in venezuela they are banging pots and pans
why aren't you that angry
b/c tv
b/c entertainment
b/c consumption
let's hit those pans bb
the great firewall
collecting US intelligence from FBI databases
behind the red curtain
it's just capitalism
again...
massive give aways to giant corporations
paywall youtube subscription service
the money touches a blushed technology
market place fairness act
technology simplifies most processes
no issue the seller has to pay
i saw it all in HD today

Redacted Sonnets to Orpheus: Part 8

                     praising may Lament
                 weeping
         over our precipitation,
        be clear             rock


that bears                     altars.--
               still shoulders
the feeling
                       in the spirit.

Jubilance knows
     Lament is learning
            night on night


                                   even so
                                 voice
              unclouded by     breath.

Light Fiction: Nancy

Tuesday

415 pm:

nancy browsed Zappo’s sale section

apathetically looking at boots named: Passion, Throne, Claudia, Lets Walk, Bullet, Peak

she particularly enjoyed Nines West's line of oh so desperate black boots: Too Late, Cashy, Platnium, Had It All...

was the owner desperate or the boot she wondered aloud

a co worker snapped her neck

what was that?

no ugh nothing says nancy

and it was back to the boots

more women’s names than others: Alison, Angie, Janessa, Daisy, Fatimah, Joan of Arctic™, Tiffany...

there was no nancy in the sale section, size 8, black boots

525 pm:

subway train ride home

no headphones

no book

trying not to catch a stranger’s eye, leaning hat head rested on Poly(methyl methacrylate), the same waterbottle

chasing a rat or was the rat chasing it? up and down the aisles up and down

a boy came through the doors, large home made sugar cookies in a cardboard box,

cookies a dollar

no money, sorry says nancy

tinny bass sounds, at least 3 different languages, whispers, shouts, stop at city hall, interchange of passengers bringing new conversations, wistful young couples, young professionals in overcoats and boots and tweed

nancy wonders what woman’s name is attached to another young woman’s boots with

a jaunty step off onto the platform of her destination

Redacted Sonnets to Orpheus: Part 4

tender ones,

         breath            no heed

                  touches      cheeks,

        quiver                    again.

              blessed                whole

        seem    the beginning

Bows         arrows     targets

             your smile

                    the heaviness,

                    weight of the earth;

                  heavy, heavy     oceans.

         trees             as children

           grew                         

            breezes...           spaces...

Redacted Sonnets to Orpheus: Part 2

almost   girl
          concordant joy
     her            veils
                 a bed        my ear


    slept in me                      her sleep.
                   marveled at,
         distances             felt
                         befell myself.


    slept the world            
    you                                 crave
      to be awake?
         her death         you     invent
     theme                  consumes
               sinking out                  almost...

Text: Rilke/Norton 1942

Redacted Sonnets to Orpheus: Part 1

      rose                transcendency

          singing              in the ear

        was silent           in the silence

                          change went on.

             stillness thronged

released wood

                                  and not

from fear                  within themselves,

                               cry and roar

              in their hearts.

hardly a hut

                darkest longing

                            timbers tremble

    built temples          in their hearing

text: Rilke/Norton