you payin wit somethin

faux dual party system
neo barbarians c/r/i/n/g/e @ transparency

we got lead in this pocket
and we walking into the ocean

free write battle ship down // tell me who you werkin fer
                           // george carlin conspiracies
type a, type b            //both the same type

we workin under an illusion of choice
& how much longer till the barrel bursts over the falls
neglected fossil fuel debate

get liberal all you want
....but
it's to keep you sated
neo barbarians speak in dollar signs bb
art made in the 80s is still relevant but now more expensive
free///free///free
the /// to pay attention
you payin attention // you payin wit somethin
what's yer sign bb? i told you i cant fuck with that

malfunctions

the beauty of being invisible//doing anything//writing anything//being anything but visible
         &
  it's just a machine
iffu press the right buttons//know the right code//it will surely malfunction
bb we at the height of artificial super areality
     perfunctory reactions // if it was a choice then surely ______ would // stop
one off press
peeling nose skin from sun exposure


...up//up...


the beauty of being invisible//doing anything//writing anything//being anything but visible
         &
  it's just a machine
iffu press the right buttons//know the right code//it will surely malfunction
bb we at the precipice now
          no matter iffu do//that heroine jig//saw puzzle
jack lit press
expensive debt yoke from academic exposure


...down//down...


the beauty of being invisible//doing anything//writing anything//being anything but visible
         &
  it's just a machine
iffu press the right buttons//know the right code//it will surely malfunction
bb we in the face of transparency aparati
   neo barbarians barking //at our heels//'neath a perigee moon
null lit press
minor pains from world exposure


...over//over...

control

quick fix
it didn't hold up
in court
ppl are angry
ppl should be
misdirected house and senate bill a busters

"it's the chicago problem"
"it's the philly  problem"
"it's the oakland problem"

and you think...it's a human problem

but...when it happens in ct that's where we draw the line

controlled arms
from mental harm
long law arm
neo barbarians put on the best shows
quick get out yer popcorn
annie get out yer gun
the race to the quick fix has begun
they knew they wouldn't win
rigged/fixed/quick/fix/trix

deep deeper deepest
"money it's a crime"
kids knee deep
ignorant bliss
black & blue finger kiss

back up big gov you killed mlkjr and hundred of thousands of thousands of thousands (can i buy a 0; oh a vowel; sorry wrong game)

it's no slippery slope
it's a rope a dope dope

her stomach is a ball tightly wound into nothing; she holds a hand out...
neo barbarians walk past; pass control; pass go;
collect rent from board walk and mediterranean; don't forget the rail roads;
get out of jail free cards and yer a winner

mama i got the quick fix blues
& they is riding down my spine into my empty stomach
cough syrup symptoms of root issues

items in the works

item A: derivative species
she rolled her eyes back into the pink
"his music...is derivative"
no response from the peanut gallery
b/c it was in a facebook chat
and who has the time for that

...but bby we're a derivative species
there was someone doing it before you
we were all doing it before you
everything that has ever been tapped
...was tapped from humanity's existence

see: the water cycle; evaporation, condensation, precipitation, infiltration, runoff
human rivers; human oceans; derivative species
see: eternal return; amor fati; Kalachakra; Nietzsche

there's something beautiful about the beach and a grain of sand
you can ask oppen about that one


derivative///redundant elitism
bby we have crossed eons of time to be here
right now
to create
to breath
you do you i do me he do him and she do her
puh leez gurl puh leez




item B: neo barbarians; a drunk perspective
i get more google hits from neo barbarians than anything
well they're out there
and they're racist, homophobic, and wealthy

stop beatin on the system
stop beating up the system

stop...

im drunk again
and that coinage/paper controls
nam sayin
dig

item C: null
fuck your ennui
fuck your apathy
fuck your misogyny
fuck your misandry
fuck your capitalism
fuck your communism
fuck your war
fuck your peace

item D: the queen of dissolute dreams
it's the worst at night
when you try to connect the dots
{the why}
reality will never give it up, it became a pro at hiding truths and reasons after working for the US gov
be careful
or paranoia will run its course, straight through your veins; shot between the toes to avoid detection

there are fictions the mind creates
when it is racing at night
brass tax; it was his decision
despite what he may/may not have been told

fiction:
a stubborn milky woman sits inside the red den fat with animus
smokes lies like   a chimney
smokes lies into   his eyes
sits between two men in order to remain idle
they rub her milky bulbous feet and calves with divine loyalty////////out of love/fear
here/ far away/ below HER/ sits another woman
whose desire to be wanted can never be quenched\\\\\\\\\\whose self motivated needs outrun friendships
in fact there are 4 men and 2 women and THE woman

{after math}

he tells her words these words:
i like yer poem //baby
i miss you      //baby
i luv u4eva     //baby
before the massive palisade of silence was erected

it took him 3 days to build it out of match sticks: see fiction; see subterranean truths

thousands of miles apart
and people wanna tell them what love is
people wanna help her out with the trite spit:
you'll find someone better

...and don't you get it?
i don't sleep either fucker.

item E: internetz

so i wasn't hip
to alt lit
until about 20 minutes too late
and i get that literary pretense is just that
but i read/read a lot
i can't help being an information sponge
and it's all applicable really
from oscar wilde to william gibson
from oceans of sound and glass windows
slow erosion
a movement

i can listen to talking heads live from rome
as much as i like
i can't help playing a bit of a trick
i don't want to be mean
but none of you ever reblog my posts (alt lit press/meta knight etc)
and hitting the like button
is a nice gesture
but it doesn't bode well with me
you can hit that heart all you like

it don't mean you like
anything

i am coding html in notepad b/c tumblr made their interface an annoyance and so did microsoft

i'll tell you a story but you have to come close; it's a whisper, it's a shallow pond

when i was in 2nd grade mrs.funk showed me a haiku
and i was in love
i was in love with words
i got advanced placement
in math too
but numbers were always just clashing symbols and words were a symphonic arrangement
when i was a girlscout i always held the flag too long

i dont want to free write too much
but at least my writing is free
i hope i remembered to keep my old printed transcripts b/c my hard drives keep dying

the internet is ephemeral and when it crashes we will be crushed

item F: blasphemy

the easter bunny

hid the eggs but you colored them

...read the new testament

jesus didn't write it; his buddies did

and we all know how some friends can be

jesus was an aries; the ram

(i never got down with any personally

but there's still time

cuz i said goodbye to gemeni, taurus, sagitarius, capricorn, virgo, and leo)

hello pices

hello aries; hello jesus

i always thought jesus had great abs

but he's not the first guy to get crucified

and his story isn't unique

bill mahr will tell you that

haha

why am i writing this response

i was raised christian and i called bullshit pretty early on

our favorite game was stump the sunday school teacher

asking questions about gays and abortion

if god has a plan, what is it exactly? can i make installment payments? is there interest? compounded? or is it more like a 401k?

monotheism: one day "god" gets upset b/c none of the other gods wanna hang, but that's b/c he's kind of dick and kind of mean and well you get it

so he comes down to the earth, and meets up with moses, he keeps doing this every time the other gods are like

"god, would you at least be chill?

but god isn't a chill god

god's kind of like a teen boy that has a rape fantasy

god comes down again and says hey mary let's get it on, only thing is she's sleeping

but jesus was a nice guy, it's not his fault his dad is a dick

god came down a bit later and talked to muhammad (god likes the middle east for some reason he never made it over to india (shiva wasn't down with god))

god thought: well third time's the charm

and maybe god was right

2.21.13 thoughts on alt lit and poetry

i.

love comes in waves but i would rather it  be a constant gentle whirring

a white noise humming gently lulling everyone

to forget its presence

          its there under the surface

helping us sleep or relax or live

iia.

sometimes i wish i never went to college

i did this before college

and it’s not like college is responsible for my craft

it was like joining the most expensive book club known; with contests held every few weeks for written work on the read work and yeah; but more like swimming b/c that’s always a contest between yourself and the clock

iib. 

alt lit: it's hard to know/recognize sincerity (don't get me wrong; i love irony, but i find it hard/disengenous to pull off) 

alt lit: a warm embrace by a community of people looking for a voice amidst confusion

i have always believed that any one can write and read poetry

which makes it so beautiful

but of course i am speaking with bias

iii. 

w/e you decide to label it, poetry is embedded in humanity itself

we produced poems long before anything else

ancient rhythms/modern rhythms/post modern rhythms

all signifiers

to indicate a time, a cursor blinking on a line of data of human history

somehow i think we moved away from this

as a result of war and technology

but alt lit is a way to give poetry back to humanity

to bring it back to the vernacular

allowing the mundane/fascinating story of this century to be told

we live during simultaneous wars

i don't think the romantics ever could have imagined something more frightening than tuberculosis (the “a bomb”; “drones”; “aids”; “world war”; “famine”; “malaria”...et al)

iv. 

this is all i can do

all i have ever done

as long as i can remember

so...

v.

i want to write about love and triumph and defeat of neo barbarians

i want to write a love poem to your consciousness that you share with me

i want to write a love poem to the singular and the masses

i want to write to a world that doesn’t yet exist and make it into existence with my fiction

i want to tell a story of love and triumph

but i already said that

vi.

i was never comfortable with irony

in terms of audience reception

like do you think they’ll get it?

who cares says my other self;

they are 2 sides to one coin

for lack of a better metaphor

see: taoism

see: buddhism

the middle path

between darkness and light

epilogue:  

i have given away so many of my possessions and i always feel light weight afterwards

and i think some other girl will be able to wear that dress and feel confident like i did when i used to wear that dress

Contributions

escapism fueled
faux extended realities


will you contribute?

plug into the system everyday in one way or another
we live in circles of friends and blood
we have a apparati that continues connection long after reality(a) would have dissolved the currents
we construct ways to unface the sun

                                                           
collectives of organisms constructed a breathing singular
the mass collection of population                          
moving coursing cruising gliding to the tall glass constructed
                                             

reflections of a self entity autonomy working out the work day

the whole world can't be post industrial
the last race to extract all the rare earth


are we sleeping
what do we access when we enter the dream scape
or a state of consciousness that is mass
binary: roughing through the forage of plant life and ancient power structures

who has their hand in the pot?
we all we all have (y)our hands in the pot
on the pot: a plastic milk jug and filled with petroleum, standing on a diamond & gold radial tire

on their knees staggering in a motion that time has not counted
the neo barbarians
make their sacrifices
within the populace
to have it faster
speeding now at an unnatural pace, lips rippling around gum and teeth

will you contribute?

will you be complicit?

as one family demonstrated on television, it was very very hard to live without chinese goods in their home

susten nence
subsist nence
sustain us

free information via plastic data cables transmitting binary
it's all ones and zeros baby
but its also more than that she said eyes fixed on the machine
information transfer, societal constructions, are set in binary terms, but we are a thousand entities in one
we are tiny stands of DNA that lay next to one another constructing infinite space

and this is what i am working on
that realization of connectivity and distance, the one (with)out the other, taoism explained to me by a kid with synesthesia in a dorm on my last night in Japan

5.22.12

disposal digital work
pvc drain pipes
electronic news feed
24 hour news dream cycles
wake up to war on the BBC
cheap coffee french press
wafting nostrils flare
unruly democracy garden
platform politics
order of anarchy and chaos
unflinching
parts of a whole
streaming randomized glitch data
user generated content
organized anonymous cells
new world interactive installation
aquarian ethereal
fiber optics
neo barbarians caress hairless cats

Neo Barbarians

Neo Barbarians!

modify the body
we have found a way to modify the body
we are no longer (bi)nary
polychromatic lifeforms 
polyschematic lifeforms
but selling bodies is more lucrative than saving them

commodities check list
    healthcare
    education
    war
    oil
    plastics
    etc


modernity; the price we have paid is a disappearing earth
and no one wants to hear it
no one wants to face it
and nor do i
here I am naked
naked 
repeating myself
and this rambling text is all I have
I gotta spit it out somehow and I wanna switch to notepad again
what happens after the pollution of the water supply
she should shake off the neo barbarians 
she should shutter and shake
the neo barbarians
sentient memories
memories created by human imagination
carved into the flesh of an elephant earth
the only survival instinct we ha/ve
define neo barbarians: materialism is god, we no longer fear a higher power that could be benevolent but a higher power we thought up and printed and traded and numbers on numbers on numbers
signifiers counters amounters

we just wanna make art
me and the kids we just wanna make art and eat
but the neo barbarians don’t approve:
can it be marketed?
what’s my share?
you don’t have a share or a stake in this
oh well then
destroy it
it must be destroyed
here i’ll spell it out
peace food love filth
fuck yer technology
it never brought you anything but a distraction from reality
neo barbarians railing wars
syria and greece are on fire constantly
drones fly over mexico

neo barbarians:
wipe ‘em out
genocide is yer answer to grief
clear capitalism
neo barbarians:
rule the world in bureaucratic anonymity from inside tall glass towers; bodies draped in wool suits

we have differing opinions about poetry
she thinks that there are rules
and
i 
don’t

i need to do this it is a compulsion don’t put too much thought into the machine the mechanics the mechanisms just work it out pump it out working too fast for digits on keys

like i said the kids and me
we just wanna make art
we aren’t thinking too hard about it
we just wanna make it
because if we didn’t we would die
and the neo barbarians would sigh
a sigh
relief
b/c you can’t sell shit to them kids that you manufactured 
market shares sloping on a downward tilt
a shock to the system
beautiful verse is not valid we are no longer that close to death mister keats
we don’t die with our close friends praying at our bedside
we die next to strangers in cold & sterile machine filled rooms
the neo barbarians charge the people close to us
our debts don’t die with us
they are the immortal creation of the neo barbarians
living on past our memories

rent out the light out
rent out the crystal rock infrastructure
neo barbarians
own
we rent
is there a divide
is it us/them
or all just 

us


consuming