i like 59 the way that black and white lasts
while perfect color fades away: blood to paste.

i dig myself a hole in gotham
and lay sublime in the skirt of my grave:
a feminine unfolding of earth.

i loved that tall old man
i loved that tall old man
who wandered into the city of St. John
kicking his junk every day.
we wore black hats and stared at our feet
the dessicates of form, shake it.

the dead congratulate you.

this is where i talk about insinuation:
the music that insinuated the slow china curl
the spine and spiral of the dark

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words and image by mjs

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Or, rather, speaking of an enormous, mendacious, disembodied anus: The existential predicament shared by the “assholes” in the Conservative “movement,” the assholes who’d attack a 12-year-old-boy [Down, Mark, dammit!] has been anticipated by—who else—William Burroughs. As always, the lunch is naked:

BENWAY: “Don’t take it so hard, kid…. Jeder macht eine kleine Dummheit.” (Everyone makes a little dumbness. )

SCHAFER: “I tell you I can’t escape a feeling… well, of evil about this.”

BENWAY: “Balderdash, my boy… We’re scientists. …Pure scientists. Disinterested research and damned be him who cries ’Hold,too much !’ Such people are no better than party poops.”

SCHAFER: “Yes, yes, of course… and yet… I can’t get that stench out of my lungs….”

BENWAY (irritably): “None of us can…. Never smelled anything remotely like it…. […]

Schafer is not listening. “You know,” he says impulsively, “I think I’ll go back to plain old- fashioned surgery. The human body is scandalously inefficient. Instead of a mouth and an anus to get out of order why not have one all-purpose hole to eat and eliminate? We could seal up nose and mouth, fill in the stomach, make an air hole direct into the lungs where it should have been in the first place….”

BENWAY: “Why not one all-purpose blob? Did I ever tell you about the man who taught his asshole to talk? His whole abdomen would move up and down you dig farting out the words. It was unlike anything I ever heard.

Burroughs was ahead of his time. We’ve heard that sound plenty. You know what it is. It’s the sound of The Mighty Wurlitzer, isn’t it?  Read more