Category Archives: what stops.

…FREE AI WEIWEI…

[response to: Ze Sorrow, Ze Comfort]

The atrocities of the world.


…PIT ON JARRING THE AUDIENCE…

[response to: not sure how to come to things these days…]

Portals, Cake, and The sTrAnGe StEps wE WalK

Strange Windows


…DEALING WITH THE POLICE RIGHT NOW…

[response to: Nar: rative enflared…]

On edge


…ANOTHER WAVE HITS…

[response to: no i made a totem…]

Old Table


…PRAYER IS A LITTLE DROP OF SUNSHINE…

[Response to the home movie resumed its present-tensed glory…]

There are no women anymore.

And I see that you agree, and that’s why we’re fucking.  It’s not that I can’t find any, it’s just that I can’t find any.

And I see that to me I must be walking, somewhere (although to where [I have lost my way {what way? “Is there even a fucking way?”}]) I don’t know.

Because I used to know how, and you told me it was right; and he knew too.

We were all going to find it.

Find it.  Can I?

Can you? Could it, her (that is what I’m talking about right?), even be found.

And I must be walking, because I used to know and I lost my way.  Can I, could it, even be found?


…DAILY WE ASK — BE WITH US IN THE NEWSPAPER…

[Response to “Alliles”]

I.
A this is a move that makes.
It takes how many lies how long
to get scattered on going. In his eye
I had already gone. Though it was
a different one of us
who had left.

II.
A this is a three thing.
My train left I forgot I was
unhooked. It passed and the
part that dropped out was
the part that came down
to three pennies.

III.
When one of you is
stuck in a tune
it can be the hardest to
collate with one another.
I thought I might escape
to something I could never.
Another.

IV.
Wherever it stood it was
the feeling of being unlatched
that ended up between them.
A balance of leaves that
acknowledges yet three stages
pulling into the room
an eye.

V.
Which direction
so saved the wall. At least
that’s the way in my life
my legs have been heavy.
The way you make a wall
is stand against it so.

VI.
What she dropped was language
an instruction to place on
the table. It was cold
and the lines bit and were shown
as a proof of weight. After
she said she spoke
as if in a frame.

VII.
Where does it get you
to use it. Leave yourself
a note to remember.

VIII.
A this shifted when it left
the cold. Since it stood below
it was brought not by the place
but by a hand that moved
like a leaf.


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[response to “In This City…”]

My old Russian Carpet

Walking through I shake my carpet:dirty napkins,
.              old leaves
.              dirty napkins,
.              falafels
.              shoe strings.

I can fold it backwards back
.              southwest corner reversed under the northeast

Cell phone conversations doubled in half
.              atmospheric noise
your hand that is not your hand
.              her handled cookie laughing
jungle gyms
.              negative parabolas cradled,
fire eaten half-a-day magicians
.             There was no league of nations.
Extra dimensional railways now in my closet.

[read the response:  “Extra dimensional railways”]