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JRR Tolkien said: "I cordially dislike allegory in all its manifestations, and always have done so since I grew old and wary enough to detect its presence. I much prefer history – true or feigned– with its varied applicability to the thought and experience of readers. I think that many confuse applicability with allegory, but the one resides in the freedom of the reader, and the other in the purposed domination of the author."
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why can i not move past this?
crying out
looking at them with divinity
we need to speak again
trust in the process
trust in the love that i have
believe in truth
believe in compassion
not a place for success
killed by success
cornered in competition
stuffy works
driving in cold sweat
crusted sacrum streams in under a tree
a simple and native vision
terre
earth in beat
earth in walk
earth in love
earth in sacrum
space for earth divine
no divide in placemats
encouraged connection
standing in river
touching the stomach
feeling the bones of pelvis
can you touch the skull
stolen from these families
no consent given
no consent requested
argue to not touch the skull
throw a fit.
a reasonable tiff of love and passion
for the earth and her keepers
against the earth's destroyers
i love the world so much. why do i often forget this
Andrea Gibson, Birthday
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Lyrics to one of my favorite songs. Typed by Richard Hell??
Posted by the great Julia Gorton, a photographer around the late-70s/early-80s scene who has a great book of her work out there - Nowhere New York - that you should most definitely hunt down!!
Jonathan Richman/John Cale Interviewed - Aussie TV, 1983
Pretty nifty little segment featuring de rigueur funny comments from Jonathan, and Cale looking suave and talking about being an A&R man. His comment about meeting Jonathan for the first time “in California” was a little odd, since he then says Jonathan was a big Velvet Underground fan. As any VU fan knows, these two surely met and hung out a bit in the late ‘60s, when Jonathan legendarily became the guy who probably saw the Velvets more than any other fan.
Anyway, a fun clip to break up the constant drudgery of our daily dying-America hellscape of lies and billionaire burglars…
Cy Twombly, preparatory sketches from 1961
glance, i do onto the motor
as it turns over i hear a loving caster
spinning it’s top and as i can’t seem to remember
i don’t let the hopelessness into my body
i don’t know the sporadic additives in my soup
if i could say them by name, maybe it would be easy
what’s the easy way?
i wish that i knew it
tired and swollen
i’m feeling, and feeling
listening and listening
know when i’m not speaking much
however hard i break into pieces
i know my heart tethers will bring me back together
my heart tethers will bring me back
my tender heart truly heavy
in this class war
in these classrooms which do need money
i wish i had it to offer
classrooms of working people
classrooms that are not funded by government
or corporations or large donors
they’re funded by people like me
i sneer at a random older man
i need to fix my face
he looked like my boss
indirect communication from the hovering manager
got to get it out of here
lay it out to look at it and know it
a resistance sound
don’t deserve the treatment, she says
don’t deserve it
we need rest, damnit
resistance
jesus sepulveda
i don’t know christ
but i know of some damn smart people
i look at the bugs on the ground and we laugh
laugh at the ignorance of power
the desperate joke of power
funny when you put it together
"You are closer to the street than you will ever be to any billionaire"
Spotted in Edinburgh, Scotland
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what Work is the most important? the work you have to do next. narrow the scope of focus down to that singular glittering point.
How to get out of a rut
Trump’s golf course in Turnberry, Scotland was vandalized overnight by Palestine solidarity activists.
dreaming into the space
lines don’t match up, and i spin
worst case think
worst case condemn
neck ache and uterine throb
adding years to this coil makes things trickier
operation
but the doctor doesn’t want to talk much afterwards
even if concerns are raised
one stop shop, only one thing at a time
like scraping out a wall of tissue
these forces sometimes beguiling
and then the sheen shines on the clutch of the trap
understandable weariness
discomfort with new
it’s a thing i must learn in time
as my body degrades
stuck working for a cruel wage
not a victim, not an executioner
but damn, exploitation sure is vile when you can
feel it, see it, know it
yet your observations are denied
denied with the audacity to despair
they pull and tell you, no, no
it’s not what it looks like
i can see why my friend is dispassionate
where the tenderness of my maw maw resides
it’s the claws of death
the claws of rule
the thickening of the rust
the density of the dust
when, how can i clean it up when my hands
loosing feeling, going numb
Barbara my dreamer
my imaginary friend who wrote
sentences flashing in red
fade in, fade out
fade in, fade out
“your ..
body..
is a..
battleground”
This is an image from Jim Goldberg’s Time Machine series
holler
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don’t run into transactions
can’t run into transactions
they run me out
fill me up with air
telling me lies
interdependence wishes it to be
within fractions
witching hour factions
dispersing into the air
without remembering
where from, my dear,
where from?
please tell me where does this begin?
see, i do need to know
i do need to see the frames shining onto me
sharing framework
stating checked facts
checkered cement on the front porch in my dreams
writing silly words to be free
hearing a wind chime that annoys a man on reddit
sitting beneath the stars and reading at night
no mosquitos
march is proving to be magical
safety is trust
woke up this morning and started to see her effect behind certain mechanisms. an objective/detached attention. dreams filled with journey. dreams touching idealism. touching the middle. touching the sides. touching a fizzing undenied. a fizzing undeniable corner. reaching out to me now. observationally attentive when things lock into place. puzzling drawing its question next to its answer, to its reply. the reply of not fact, but a truth layered within some strange fiction. whispering in the field house, whispering in a downtown. is this real? is this real? they ask. is this real?
over the bridge, my eyes vision warping as the crane approaches. clicking into their placemats. knuckles click and maneuver below the worn wrist. a soft sound, how can it be? a soft sound like dew in the morning. dew on this black face covering. something beginning again. a cycle anew. unfamiliar walk by the tree. the sound of awaking to the quiet of the morning. the softness of the fog gifted to this dirt from the gulf of mexico. gifted to the grasses, to the trees. to the windows which reject this gift. they have no need for it. it still leaves its mark on the surface through its interfacing.
the themes of music returning again and again weaving into new forms. ancient language reiterated into new environments. the repetition and reframing of musical dialect, phrasing. thrown into this context which begs for its return. begging for it’s presence. the way that she finds these pebbles, shines them off and places them in her now secret, soon to be briefly living landscape. the charted grounds. a rag. the field of view. the map. the one holding the light to view.
