Anyone Can Use My Car

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for the lyric is like a fly

arriving out of plain sight

suddenly persistent, insisting

promise me baby you will let me know

for a gnat

vanishing not far

to who knows where

comes back sometimes

12 years later to finish a line

for lost dog answers to George

here boy or the merest nod - pat

on the thigh have you seen my

bride in wait for that ambling Jake

eye ever over shouldering

a stack of never dwindling blank pages

to live perhaps 2.3 billion seconds

is time to name all of the tree I loved

naming is better than ice cream

for life is lived longer in song

For

88 pages, Slight Publications

from Amazon -

Mere Nola,

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for feelings

for heroic dogs and praise

for to sir with love

for truck 

for Marvin 

for Billie

 for entrapment of boys to become meat for empire

for welcome to the jungle soundtrack of occupying tanks crushing insurgency

for gee thanks Axl

for a moment that had only been wept for

for I can’t do what 10 people tell me to do 1

for music of the spheres

for the relief of minds who hear it first

for sweet tenor 

for first sight 

for baby

 for ain’t to work on Maggies farm 

for hum

 for 96 tears 

for you, I came for you 

for the econoline van 2

 for hauling fish such as the Menhaden Chanteymen  

for 16 tons and what do you get 

for cinema demands

 for teenager in love

 for lullaby 

for debs in charge of the lost and found

forsooth? 

for Joe Hill 

for in the arms of my best friends wife 

for the story of how you were named

 for Jimmy Dale 

for hear that lonesome whippoorwill

 for luna

for howl

 for trailers sale or rent 

for Desmond Decker above all

 for one love 

for to smoke two joints 3

 for mother in law  4

for Mary Wells

 for the milk crate of Ted Hawkins 

for the helluva band in a rock’n’roll heaven

 for what unsuspected winding trails of beauty you may deliver us yet

 for Mount Fuji

 for po may kao jai 5

 for your many unguessable laughters

 for and the horse you rode in on

 for the blow taken and survived 

for i wanna die  6

for the malign to receive its credit eternal

for a working class hero

for Ray Davies really got me Lola’d

For donhenley is denounced in no uncertain terms

for all time

for Hotel California is a sin against ears, intellect, everything

for freely sweating and grooving

for bet I know what we like to do

for Soon As I Get Home 7

for nobody knows the trouble I've seen

 for I don't know about this amazing grace

 for Ben E King

 for Gloria Gaynor

for I wish I was single again

my pockets would jingle 8

 for jingle is the fizz of the lyric naked

to please yes, but also to insinuate and why

it is not the real thing 9

nor for simple but when you were little

for in 20,000 Roads Baton Rouge signals devastation 10

for the highway crews side of the job

I say it sure is a bummer 11

for you whistle past the graveyard

 for if we make it through December 15

 for to perform for you

 for no cover Tuesdays at 6

 for La Ve En Rose 

for Sly and Family Stone

 for somewhere over the rainbow

For rendition and rendition’s sake

for alone on the road deep in the night

for everything’s getting bigger but our love 13

for the (repossessing) furniture man

 for Billie Joe MaCallister

 for these boots 

for Frank never sang a syllable unintelligibly

much less a word

 for Kevin Keaney to sing Summer Wind (8/31/04) 

for karaoke nights at the Colma Bowl

 for happy birthday  to you

por Buddy  14

for Precious 15

 for spending one hour a day alone with my grief

 for a kid’l eat ivy too

for the whole lost ship of them

though no one sings for the whale

ever at all

for Roky has always been here before

for the Creature With the Atom Brain

for I’m not Buchanan

For I don’t look like him but I am him

for you are going to miss me

for I walked with a zombie

for you don’t love me yet

for the social and political injustices

for two headed dog

for please judge

for something extra

for I pledge allegiance

for I promise

for never say goodbye 16

 for Alma Mae

for persuading the hack to hang it up

for the great emotional connections 

for the great emotional wrenchings

for our town  17

for Saras Bread Company

 for Kossoff sounds like molten gold 18

 for Don Cornelius 

for more

for play

1 Otis

2 Neil Young, "Tonight's the Night"

3 Peter Tosh

4 Ernie K-Doe, Emperor of the Universe

5 "I don't understand"

6 Jolie Holland

7 Al Green, Full of Fire

8 the Menhayden Chanteymen sung

9 a Copping of the Diction of Christopher Smart

10 Graham Parsons "now I know just what to do"

11 Richard Russell, Light Maintenance Foreman, Booneville NY

12 Merle Haggard a Plumber from Wasco

13 Legendary Stardust Cowboy

14 Bella Kittinski

15 Bryant, the Truth

16 Roky Erickson Titles or Lyrics of

17 Iris Dement

18 Paul All Right Now

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Appendix

Poetry Specifics

Poetry is generally lines 1 to 9 words long,

ends render comma superfluous, that is

Sure the acutely made specific

the first refuge of remark

lists you get to write lists yes

the list you discover where its at

X most definitely marks the spot
, okay? Adds voice, see

some have more Voice than bye crackey

I like more Ear than a goose

make that line end like a cliff!

Simile-ize, I like Chat

I don't know that Chat

Savant At Work

okay so saved your old plastic bottles

get your clean white rag, like to keep things neat

little bit of change and catch your drips

come on down to the Bulk Taps

everyday liquids with contemplative music

call it olive oil food stamp accepted

conversion factor conversation starters

come on down to the Bulk Taps

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Repairing a ceiling in K's house, spreading mud, not exactly a Michelangelo at it, listening to As the World Turns, for a full minute thinking one of the characters is a man called Spot ("...Spot you are one of the most amazing Men I've ever met and you deserve..."); its actually Scott, but I may have a new song to work on...

The short of it is, regarding the leak in K's ceiling, there is an intermittent failure in the seal of bathtub drain of M's apartment above. So a trip to the attic where a foregone conclusion as materialist 20th century human condition abides and testifies to a prosperity of sorts; 19th century sewing machines next to 45 inch plasma tv boxes and a Canon windows 95 desktop computer, guitars, teddy bears, old water heaters, clothes, blankets, beads, building materials, knick knacks, Ronco gadgets, souvenirs, reel to reel audio tapes and the close tips of circa 1850 nails coming through the roof...

I judge it a hazard that must be cleared before the tradesman enters, as I'm not touching this crawl-space corroded galvanized bath drain into brass fitting, no sir.

So gather, collapse, and consolidate many cardboard boxes (hating styrofoam) and fill 8 large garbage bags, in a filthy 120 degrees, reckoning this labor will fill three tanks of gas, 1200 miles, west, so that's not bad, but -

a fancy Shopping Bag (Lenox Gifts That Celebrate Life) containing two large ziplock baggies, enclosing two quart sized plastic tubs (inside paper bags) with snap lids. I am a conscientious sorter of things, and certainly this attic has its share of rare fine good and no telling among all the boards and dvd player box junk.

At first I think, bath salts?

Then open the other. It is calcium of an aggregate particle size I recognize - along with a faint, indefinable (dreadful) smell - I recoil.

Human remains.

As if the spirit came out and enervated me, a little like nausea, and I had to take a break.

I bring K his old beautiful guitar that has been residing here two decades at least.

And a soft white Christmas Teddy bear with a blue sweater.

He doesn't know about anyones ashes.

It must be an old tenants he says.

Probably shouldn't leave them there I say.

Oh no, K agrees, they could be haunting the house.

Maybe you could spread them in the garden.

I think of these damn feral cats who I can not keep from shitting in my flower bed,

where consequently nothing but weeds grow.

I think of the Mississippi, five blocks away, sometime this evening.

In the meantime, there's where to keep these two containers -

the fancy shopping bag was torn in the strife of purging the attic.

Not coming into my house.

Not in the bucket in my bikes cargo basket.

There's a plastic cooler under the house.

Cool shady secure chill, someones ashes.

I set it inside.

and Tonight, I think I'm going to go...

down to the river, and hope that's alright by you

So, two quart sized polyethylene snap lid jars, containing human ashes,

sheathed in paper bags enclosed in ziplock baggies, found inside a fancy

department store bag in K's attic this morning, left long ago by tenant unknown,

the sun is waning but yet bright, are you ready?

For a long time.

Ride in the black shoulder bag Rebecca gave me 2003 or so.

Okay I'll tell you two stories, I collected a lot of fine beach stuff in this bag,

from the Gateway to the Spirit North America, and once religiously kept

composition notebook and pen along with blood glucose monitor.

Ahh.

Sorry.

But the funny thing is, at the Greyhound Bus Station in Atlanta,

beginning in New Orleans and headed for Charleston, I was buying a

newspaper when one of its straps got caught in the dispenser and I was...

Right, no change in my pocket to open it.

I spent 10 furious minutes sawing the strap with a key and then run to barely catch my bus!

You tug my shoulder.

About...

Quart and a half of Calcium...

4lbs?

Its a lot of ballast.

What about Washington Square Park -

I'm not getting a clear picture of the Big Muddy.

Kind of Sedimentary?

This grove with a winding path to the Nola Aids Memorial.

Engraved names on granite bricks and glass faces with memorial benches.

I don't know what the flora is called, long leaves, purple flowers.

And how about some grass.

On the lawn.

Bright and sunny. Frisbees and blankets and novel readings and picnics,

that sound alright?

Yes the white chips are kind of conspicuous for much.

Mostly white, some tan, orange, yellow, a blackness or two.

I don't like looking too close.

You know I met this park in October 2005 when it had been taken

over by commune hippies and barefoot doctors.

It was called the Welcome Home Kitchen and it was a beautiful

thing for a traumatized derelict and 4/5ths abandoned city.

800 meals a day, good meals, a place to congregate.

Free Peanut Butter and clothes and condoms.

Meals Ready to Eat.

Very Nice Vegetarian Dinners.

Community.

Then the Property Owners got upset and shut it down after Thanksgiving...

Lets walk down Frenchmen.

I'd like a beer from the Deli.

And a Peanut Crunch bar just for you.

Two pretty young girls in little dresses and chubby arms just came

in all smiles...

You like this kind of evening don't you.

Warm and golden hued, those racketing insects in the trees.

Maybe you were the entomologist, I don't know, cicadas', crickets...

Now past Check Point Charlies.

One guy playing to no one, wah wah 70's funk, lets keep going.

A crosswalk while we wait for a green-light.

I know you were cared about in that fancy shopping bag,

inside a bag, inside a bag and inside these sealed jars.

You must have been alright and maybe just too sudden or much for someone.

I'd guess you are woman about 120-40 lbs, going by previous containers.

I don't know what store, it was so -

lets not talk about that disagreeable attic, I agree.

I know you have been ready for a long time, shoulder tug.

Balcony Music Club - Sunny Side of the Street....

We wont go down Decatur!

Left along the Mint toward the River, Right through the Market.

Is closing now, just a few vendors closing shop.

Would I be surprised at all to learn August 21 is the day you were born.

A bantering going on.

He's saying: That is None of Your Concern.

This is about seeing him next Saturday.

Good natured, it appears, but there's always an edge to things

people say, you know that.

Marvin Gaye on the PA.

Why'd his Papa have to take him like that, but isn't that sweet?

Now live music playing in a courtyard and when we Kiss

Fire...

segue into sax solo -

Now another left.

Smells a little like Singapore by this restaurant.

The waiter is on his game and a big round table is happy.

Its great smelling and eating tasty things don't you think.

Now I can see the Bridge.

This is going to be your view, okay.

Governor Nichols Wharf to the left, Jackson Square to the right,

Algiers just across the way, the Bridge right now, it looks like

a Joel Meyerowitz photograph, this is really fine.

She and I took our 2nd walk in Nola here.

A Saturday in June.

That night she went to a wedding and came back a little past tipsy.

I was staying in this big impressive house all by myself.

We slept in the corner bedroom.

Sometimes we'd try the next one over.

It was like changing sets or inhabiting a beautiful painting.

She said she loved me and it wasn't just the drink saying so.

Well it was, but I did..

Did you know this is where I made a movie called Deja Vu with Denzel?

Yes Washington. Right across there in Algiers.

I was National Guardsman Buck Private DUNN.

$75 a day and good food. I felt like a dope in the uniform, but at least

I didn't have to wear those silly sailor white bell bottoms.

Sure I had a back story - its a little grim for right now though.

I'd board the Ferry with a few dozen sailors, we were going to New Orleans

on leave to Mardi Gras, so we were supposed to be uninhibitedly happy...

There's be an explosion set off by a terrorist to sink the Ferry.

They told us the splashes would be added digitally in Los Angeles.

Yes, I did, and Denzel gave me the Stink Eye for staring.

Oh he is definitely a lot of charisma.

So lets do this.

I'm climbing down the levee over these rocks.

its great being able to walk and balance and hop and carry you.

Now there's a little sandbar.

I'll put my feet in the water.

First Jar.

You are a cloud of powder drifting away from the scatter.

You are a white plume in the water.

You are sinking and filling in the ridges of sand.

Now I'm walking a few yards away in the direction of the Bridge.

You are another cloud of powder drifting away from the scatter.

I've tried to throw you farther.

There's a young man stacking or writing with rocks on the sandbar.

A couple walking along the Levee.

A man sitting up there saying

Last week the water was this high.

Pointing to where he sits.

The young man with the rocks says it can go down fast.

Yeah.

Pause at the trash can.

I'll keep these jars.

Rinse them and keep my mother of pearl shards.

If you don't mind.

Walking back.

The band is playing Chaka Kahn.

Tell Me Something Good.

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She was like, like itself

You saw those eyes

and wanted to have them around

it is for all seasons,

our liking to sustain a crush,

isn't it / don't we?

so he became quite attracted to

daily transactions with his server at the café

she had had an Uncle like me.

now were avuncular a profession

I'm known as a Distinguished Practitioner

of the art, for she was an exhibit

of the muse wearing mascara and tattoo

serving coffee and toasting bagels

One day he brought in a photo book he made

of Passaquan, a place like her in its defiance

there should be anything but beauty

and said I want you to look at this

wow she said

and back to serving

but something had been established

later there would be discussions of promising junk

they found, and revered,

a light fixture in particular

...so it was a very nice thing that December, to discover Alma now operated the counter at the cafe. I knew there was something odd about this, for to sight that too good to be true is as rare as the counter is common and I did not believe it could for long contain her - volume. My intimated dread was based on the certainty of conflict arising from a crazed customer dis-service oriented cafe manager justifiably liked by none; evil stepmother all but stenciled on her forehead, I reckoned I'd be lucky if Alma lasted a month, about how long it took before her expanding, captivated and satisfied customer base was disabused of its good dream at the cafe; like having a privileged view of a passing comet, I vowed to enjoy each cup she served.

It certified my step and each encounter put some wind in my sail, brightened my morning, this first hand evidence that such people existed - her indelibility.

During that time it amused me to stand in a line that seemed to vie, as if it were an audition, both men and women, to gift our prized server more special and better than the last - auditioning customer - I saw her receive earrings, pins, cards - and grinned later to think perhaps it was this shower of trinkets that made her flee, and it was the story of her life where cafe work was concerned...

My Servers Eyes

just colonize all of me instantly

my Server is moving right along

she's got other things going on

still she always says my name

thanks darlin come back again

One Afternoon when it was slow

I made a little move

as she polished the display case chrome

to a soft face reflecting glow

and her once black now near sheer T

made eye earring contact

an inevitability

How her wrist

lives to flip the throttle

now she holds

the bunnies all a swaddle

she knows when

I look like a double

My Server is why

all boys rock songs about girls

My Server plays drums

on all girl rock songs about fun

and I knew from the start

each cup from my Server

at the cafe

was lucky and numbered

Hey Alma Mae

could you cream my cup of coffee

to the color of a brown paper sack

I'm sorry to say its To Go

but I'll be back tomorrow

Alma you know that

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WHY MUST THE MEN say fucking soon as they arrive at the jobsite?

Is it embedded in the hierarchy of concerns that must be identified first to do

this work, where sequence is all, dependent on the sharp remorseless spinning

things, from the forces applied to pounding: boards splinter, boards twist, knot,

resist - there is a lot of fucking resistance to overcome, to master, to contend and

now I doubt I ever heard Jason say get me that fucking palm nailer, because as a

rule, we revere the palm nailer for nooks and corners where a hammer has no

hope and the fucking Bostich needs a foot to face the work. Nor was it ever said

its time for fucking lunch. Lunch I don't think fucking is said much.

We're kind of human again.

If I had to choose between the groan I emit when lifting an 80 lb bag of mortar

or a fuckin to ordain my resolve, I think of these 53 years halved, that kid was

a hot knife through butter. Mine to wonder how a dogged groan has become me.

I conclude it is good I can still do this work, though I would the men were better

spoke.

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Chip gonna picture every sto front po boy painting yet

Chipmon inna b po boy laureate

for what part of Po Boy don't you understand?

Chip took pics of mayonnaise drips

off the cool green hills of lettuce

tomato in debt to Hieronymus

sausage so filthy and delicious

each bite punch your ticket

Lester Carey's cursive sings

Checks cashed WIC accepted

french roll long as a stretch limo

wheels of tomato

triangles of meat and cheese

motif like jaws of serrated teeth

tongues protrude at the ends

of this promiscuous sandwich, even

the legendary 16 cent potato po boy of yore

french fries & brown gravy

coca cola 25 cents total man,

you never went to bed hungry

While we're at it let me ask you this -

how much Comfort has Jimmy Cliff's

Sitting Here in Limbo created?

In the World, accounting for every hearing of the song since

The Harder They Come was released in 1972.

Bleakly affective moods alleviated, for instance.

Its the bell, the performance is an exemplar of Beauty,

a reason for hope, feel whole little spells of it facing a

dashboard, imprisoned by my idioms, hearing the bell -

ah plans enacting, its done a lot I bet.

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For melting glaciers is my business, and filling 85 gallon
rolling plastic "toters" on a twice weekly basis with non renewable
resources the "markit" calls useless

For things are produced and called goods and then they are
marked with prices.

For prices are made of dollars

For dollars are made of labor exchanged

For just buy another and this will be good for the "economy"

For the "economy" does not mean economy but ones inalienable freedom
and liberty to the purchase of happiness and in this I am coached
by the Advertisements that fill my ears and eyes with taunts and cajolery
out to demean, impugn, incite and probable ridicule should I not own this

For folks at prices like this supplies will not last and you should buy two
or five.

For if you ACT NOW we will include at no extra charge the effortless orange peeler, that's right, nothing but the fruit in seconds and you will wonder:
how had I ever done without it?

For that is not all

2012-01-14T12:48:00.001-11:00

Taking of the Rock

Jack says there's a beautiful rock out in the desert in an abandoned quarry he had
to leave cause the 4 wheel drive on the Nissan failed, and do I feel like giving him
a hand going back and getting it.
Now that sounds like fun.
We meet up in Riverside.
Drive northeast, 30 miles or so. This is Desert, in the Lucerne Valley.
I follow him to a lonely and lonelier road and we go and go, till it turns
from pavement to dirt, and 10 more miles that way.
Till my two wheel drive can't proceed.
Ride the rest of the way with Jack.
All alone out here. The silence, solitude, plain air and vast nowhere vista
is awesome. Now out of the valley and up into hills.
Jack creeps the truck up some gnarly rocky rutted winding road, till we
can proceed no farther. Park and get the rock dolly Jack made for just this
occasion, using the wheels from my old Yamaha 550cc Seca, welded an axle,
a cradle, and a handle. Even tied a little rope to the arm of the brake drum in
one of the wheels, so we can stop.

We go up the way, winding around a turn, a hundred or so yards.
Beside a gully where rests the ancient wreck of a big A-frame truck,
and then up some more to the Quarry, which looks dynamited out
of the hillside. And there's the Rock.
Jack spills some water on it for me to see.
A luster of pale avocado jade, veined with purple, flecks of gold.
Now he taps it with a hammer.
It very purely rings.
That's how you know.
Okay, lets go.
He wants to do a surprising amount of pussyfooting to lift it up straight
to fit on the dolly. Its rectangular, about 18" square by about 40" tall.
To use boards and other rocks to leverage it step by step.
As a kid I learned how to lift prone 55 gal drums of stuff much easier.
Jack doesn't think so, and it won't do to injure myself.
What you do is squat, grab one end and rise, legs, back and arms into it,
just a little wiggly reaching a fulcrum, then its easy, 600 lbs, I guess, straight up.
My technique has prevailed. Not often that happens. Heh heh.
Now he secures it with rope to the dolly.
This is early May and its warming up.
There's also a bowling ball sized chunk of the same stuff.
Very difficult to break the dolly back from vertical to the slightly canted
horizontal position we'll need to roll it down the hill.
But we try.
The loaded dolly, as we lift it to aim its downward roll, becomes a catapult
when the weight of the rock shifts, suddenly flinging us aside.
The string operated Brake is a joke, the cart crashes.
The Armbreaker I call it.
90 yards to go down this rock strewn path.
We have a length of rope.
Wish we had a rake.
I help him tie a harness around the Rock, an immense effort.
He takes his 30 feet of slack in front of it and starts to pull, while
I push behind it, for momentum. We make 20 feet or so.
And then the harness has to be fitted again, which takes a while.
We get another 8 feet.
Eph this, I clear a path, turn the rock from narrow to wide so I can roll it.
Jack's shaking his head, saying Dude as in that's wasted energy and that
ain't gonna work, but I get it it to tumble - a 20 plus something foot advance.
We try that again.

It goes like that.
Its absurd, but you can't leave behind the efforts taken to get it this far.
And it is getting closer to the truck. You think of the pyramids and, two
guys ought to be able to figure this out.
Every now and then I roll the balling ball rock in front of us a ways.
Till we catch up. At the turn, we're halfway to the truck, but fortunately
our decline increases. I toss the little one down and it tumbles off the path,
down the hill. Jack is tying the harness together again, and taking a break.

I tromp down for it.
Lift it up.
Rattle.
Fuck!
Audible Shudder - the Willies.
Fling the rock up and scramble up the hill.
Watch it from up there.
About 5 feet long. Sidewinding. Wow.
Wonder and a slightly sick feeling.
Gooseflesh.
Jack gets a chuckle.
That's the last response you want he says.
For one you don't drop the rock. Its a weapon.
Two be still and look around.
Where's the one, there's usually another.
Is that right.
About 5 hours in all, the sun is going down.
We set planks from the hill to the back of Jack's Nissan.
It is a rare unrestrained excitement on Jacks face at our accomplishment.
Big boys with real toys get the good rocks, he proclaims.
I'm envious at the relation of the artist to his material.
I think of my drugstore rolls of film made from the hooves of cows.
He shakes my hand and says
I couldn't have done it without you.
Jack who specializes in not needing help.
Immensely satisfying to see it on his truck.
Drive back to Big Bear, get a hotel and hardly move for 24 hours.
And then very slowly for another day - all beat up.
Jack's geologist friend estimates its weight - 700 lbs.
In the next few years Jack whittles it down to about 90.
Carves the bowling ball chunk into a water bowl for Sasha.

I'm always hoping he's going to offer it to me.
That's alright.
I got plenty of other stuff.
Two months later I'm listening to him tell the story at his 4th of July party.
And somebody says,
- Really, you can just take rocks like that?

I think we shared a grin, thinking

Yeah, you just take em -

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I Wuv my Van

2011-12-26T13:33:00.001-11:00

Underperforming Billboard Dreams in New Orleans; 2005

2011-12-03T11:35:00.001-11:00

keep thinking about the

fictionally adapted

parallel to equate with

heaven the 4 months

arriving at your house

in a white t shirt, operating

circular saws, climbing

ladders, cigaret smoking

sweating, lifting, sweeping -

and most of all, sufficing

that was it and at

"the end of the day"

a fine new corner

done right I say -

2011-10-23T05:38:00.000-11:00

The Maintenance Review

2011-09-26T16:34:00.000-11:00

Jalama Camptable Times-Examiner

27 February 2011

Best Rocks Found in One Hour 2-19-98

Lines begin with ain't, end with great?
beatin term limits - tide tried but I got it

once I gave you to hold
my beach rock called
Thumbob
and told
it was yours upon my demise
and how is your health
you replied

1996: Peak Beach Stuff

All the conjecture about Peak Beach Stuff and the slope of its descent;
for years its seemed like a step off a cliff to me.
Come to a nearly deserted Park at the end of February
best site in the camp, a narrow finger of sand between two tall hedgerows, looking
out on the Channel,

is there for the uncontested taking.
Return to the gatehouse to claim it.
The keeper is a hale 50ish Santa Barbara County Parks employee
without much idea how to spell my name.
I do it for him and he says
$30.00
A shock - I thought the low season price was $20 and exclaim so.
You selected a Premium Camp Site and those are 30 year around.
Premium, I mutter, marinating contempt for the dollar hungry
anti-egalitarian get mine vocabulary of this country as I hand over two 20's
He says with what I take for Glee
And they're going Up
And hands me a 10.
No wondering why Public Employees enjoy such widespread hatred,
I say
Well you know what Woody Guthrie says about California
I don't even know who Woody Guthrie is.
He seems quite proud of this.
He's a folk-singer, you know
This land is your land, this land is my land...
Oh
and hands me a receipt.

Cold, but bright and clear and an hour away from low tide.
Perfect time for a walk but I have a little camp to make, some sorting.
I see a fellow park in the day use area, and then he's off, with hiking
shoes, long pants, jacket and backpack with rain-cover - he's going
to the Point and will have that five miles to himself.

its the Sight every Beachwalker fears...

Amble to the Store / Grill, home of the World Famous J-Burger.
I was here last September, midweek, a middling site in a full camp
and my J-Burger was ugly, nothing to distinguish it, this is what happens
at the end of a season they're made many hundreds a day, after 7 years away...
I'm surprised to see Don behind the counter, originator of the store (1978)
and the J-Burger; I've not seen him here since 1999.
More surprised to hear him say
-Its the Beachwalker.
I chuckle and having no idea how he could remember me -
30 days here over the last 30 years - say
hey Don how are you.
What a you know?
J-burger
J-burger!
For breakfast.
of Champions.
$6.00

Number 00, they won't relinquish it without the receipt.

Wander over to the enclosed dining area, plastic camptables looking out
on the creek toward Point Arguello. Much displayed here, including
framed Santa Barbara News-Press papers from September 8, 1923,
reporting the loss of 7 Navy Destroyers run aground at Point Honda
a few miles north.
Surrounded by many pictures of people with fish and a preponderance of the
gatekeeper guy, hmm

In the middle of all these remains the photo clipped from the Lompoc
Record back in 1987; though it has slipped some and the caption
disappeared, I remember it

"While hiking on Jamala Beach Dec 14
Art Dennis, Ralph Adamason and John Soma
encountered a rock that resembled the state of Oklahoma.
The three Lompocians carried the 55 pound rock
two miles back to their car and brought it home.
The trio mapped key cities on the rock."

First burger off the line on a day they may make 20 is like old times.
I take it outside to a table overlooking the creek that made this the site
of a Chumash village.

The lettuce is inch thick and finely shredded, the sauce is special and I like to
think the beef comes from the Cojo ranch that ranges in the fields just behind
the headlands. I muse over my last 100 yard dash.
1998, in a field near the lighthouse when I encountered a ton of who (the fuck)
are you mean bull in the brush.
That evening I went to the grill and ended 5 vegetarian years
with a J-burger, each bite in spite the bull.

My campsite is parallel to the spot that I threw the Titanium
Screw, a dull gray stout to the incinerator, into the drink October 14, 2003.

Nigel and I had discussions about this, and I have come around
to her way of thinking that hurling it was wrong: now I want it back, for the
churning sea to loyally cough it up and lay it at my feet, and then I'd like
to find a half dollar sized heart shaped mother of pearl shard to replace
the two I've found and given away, cause every walk I've taken since tossing
the Screw has been bereft.

But the water is different now I've seen the sisters tossing handfuls of ash in it
like, it struck me, primitive pagan peasant girls.
The plastic bag dropped on the shore with my share.
I questioned holding these particles, a tactility my fingers refused.
So strode into the waves and emptied it, triple rinsed it till clean
and since, this portion of Pacific ocean has never been too cold -
but the reality of where I'd like to settle
Scatters of ash spilled on the sand from the sisters beastly grabs and throws -
there is where I saw the Screw.
What?
A full blown surprise at the damn-dest moment.
One last grin.
I thought of the pain threading this caused him.
Of the young man.
And I Flung...

South with
jacket, bag, hat glasses, phone to take pictures, two bananas, a pint of water...

40 steps to encounter the nasty remains of a sea-lion,
just the blubbery skin that covered the head and shoulders
and none of that to shape it.
Not the Gasp! of suddenly encountered death.
My own warbly being shrugs, its fine here, true enough.

Troves of rocks and shells, bands wide and long as a basketball court before the receding tide, and an old easy happy grin that breaks and trembles to look, scan, sift.

a Lure

Drift, and reverie, 40 years of continuity and bygone selves to wonder on.
One toe wrapped in gauze, then wrapped plastic around that to keep it
dry. These were once such fine looking high stepping feet; my tendons have
been shrinking for years...

First selection takes a mile or so, it ain't much but its something to hold.
At the crumbling doomed from the start seawall, a 3 inch abalone shell.
A rue for the perfect tiny one I once found.
I made a mistake and took it off the shelf and it broke.
Then!
Chiton shell.
2 after 16 years of serious looking here.
At the end of the day, I'll have a new rueful rule that I already knew:

Always Keep the Chiton Shell Special

Little delicate blue wings, bound to break or flee...

Think that's a coincidence?

15 foot length of kelp bulb, coiled like a snake; wrap this around
my shoulders and neck.

Lots!

of iridescence to reach for.

Time flies to mid afternoon, two miles short of the Point.
Thinking, the north wind blows just fine when your walking south.
It will be a cold trudge back to camp; so turn around.

Fine brown oval Egg-crate stone, about twice the density of pumice, yup.

Plenty of Visions of the Virgin Mary Shell Shards -
bone white, long, flowing, curvy - hey!

PREDICTION OF THE INVENTION OF HDTV (Plasma - Wallmount)

Holding this in my hand as I encounter the second to last bend on the
way back, a shaggy unlaced boots heavy jacketed long stick walking
bearded man still headed south.
Hey there.
Hi, how far you going?
This is it, I think that tides about come back around.
Yeah.
I uncoil the kelp-bulb from around my neck.
Thats something.
I envision keeping it on the vast expanse of dashboard
in the Previa to let it dry that way.
Ain't it?
A quarter mile north, I'm tired, hungry, would like a cigaret,
and spy a perfect shelter from the sun and wind that looks
carved out of the bluff; and head over for a sit.

The stick walking guy is coming my way.

I shift a little to give him room if he'd like to sit.

That's a nice windbreak.

You smoke weed?

Go figure.

Thinking about my application for maintenance man at an apartment
complex in Lompoc and the clean as a pin urine sample I've got for it.

I do. I'm Chris, and extend my hand

Mike, says he is a miner, with homegrown medical marijuana from Colorado.

It makes me cough, grin, and we talk for a while.
He's been here 4 days, is taken with the beach and thinks
its a place people just don't know about.

I tell him naw spring summer fall, its crawling with people.
Maybe not this far down the beach, but the park.
That the petroleum blobs he finds are not from the offshore platforms in the Channel,
but naturally occurring tar seeps and this stuff, asphaltum, is what the Chumash caulked
their boats with...Point Concepcion was the airstrip for the departure / arrival of souls,
and this stretch is traditionally known as the Gateway to the Spirit, North America.

How about that, and we start walking back, along the tide, chatting a little but mostly
looking. Then Mike says

-Smoker!

bends down for a shard of abalone, then removes a ziplok baggie
to keep it along with a handful of others.

What you call it?

Smoker!

Why's that.

Cause they're Smokin Hot!

Looks like I'm going to have to walk in front of you I say.

He laughs, soon enough giving me tips on what to look for in Sea-Glass.

I know a few people who'd love to see this; but to my consternation,
and surprise, I take off a little quicker, indeed a little in front of him...

I suppose I'd die for this guy to find the Abalone Heart...

My eyes are nothing but desperately quick and furious sifters, and see nothing.

Mike on the other hand, strolling, poking with his stick finds three more Smokers!

He shows me a little dime sized fragment,
Thats worth $15-20 to a jewelry maker.

"Too Bad" (Mike said)

Dubious about that, impossible to imagine raffling off my own from their
bowls - or D's bathroom where a collection is kept next
the toothbrushes....encoded in many of them is the memory of their
finding, most often, I remind myself, in sand distinct from aggregations
of stone...

I eat my last Banana - blood sugar has dropped, two miles yet to walk.
The heck of a time I had returning from Pt Arguello with James
in 1979. Stumbled back to camp and the back of his Dodge truck where
I'd stashed a bunch of cantaloupes I'd grown in Bakersfield and started
assaulting this fruit with my primordial hunger.
Jimmy watches me do this for a while and says
- you got another one of those Gorilla Nuts?
Always made you laugh,
Didn't see 50, leukemia.
Worked until he couldn't.
Closed his eyes, which relinquished a tear, and died.
I guess I believe it...

Notes

Kitsepawit informed Harrington in 1910:

"We are constantly walking on herbs the virtues of which no one knows"

1700 years ago

Insulated Big Man Smokes Dope Too Early

Did though

He found the mushrooms take you farther than boats

Too Many Things In His Hands caulked with asphaltum

To make sea worthy for the Channel Islands

And said well bro we could take both

Big trouble and they got kicked out

Inland to what is now known

as Bakersfield

Walkin south to Point Conception

I'm the latest in latent image keeping

I always reach for iridescence

Ain't that just a pretty thing to find

There she was at 17th and Geary

Waiting for the bus and not a little weary

I offered my hand and told her my name

Come to find out life would never be the same

Ain't that a just and pretty thing to find

I carry a sack so I can bring things back

Deeply sifting pebbles surely is madness

Less solely searching quantities of driftglass

Good for filling jars and making wind-chimes too

Real nice not that special

I keep to the top of the line of the tide

That's where the rightest now resides

Ain't that just the best thing to find

Jalamalithic Coins, Buttons and Stackers

Nother Nilla Wafer, like to fill a bowl

That rock looks like a Flint-Stones home

That's too Dumb I'm going to leave it alone

Lot of these are the size of eggs

Fit inside an organic free range hens

Recycled paper crate, wonder if I might

Fetch me a dozen, wouldn't that

Be just a funny thing to find

All of a week spelling her name

Fingertips tappin into my palm

A four letter fever, over and again

Sometimes seven, her middle name is Ann

Can we start doing things consecutive days

We rode on my Seca, Mission to Geneva

for Mom is Cooking's Sopa de Tortilla

Ain't that just a pretty way to dine

1543 Conception blew a storm

Broke Cabrillo's arm and the Spaniard died

Five miles to reach the Point

Eyes a-peeled for the holy grail

a Latex shield in the shape of a man

Once I found a coke can come from Japan

Walked it back to camp, dropped it in the trash

That is not a pretty thing to find

Chris Sullivan

thingnamer at gmail

2011-07-04T18:15:00.009-11:00

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2011-07-02T03:20:00.000-11:00

2011-07-01T14:43:00.000-11:00

Jenner applying smallpox vaccine

derived from the Great Moments In Medicine Window
at Joes Rexall, 15th and Geary in San Francisco

2011-07-01T14:41:00.000-11:00

When a fire destroyed much of our flat in 1997,
Hildie wanted to know how my painting collection fared -
not good I told her, and she said thank God!

I got the FBI car emerging from the earth tone melting time-space warp
painting at the Marin Flea Market and Hildie was very upset I paid
$10.00 for it. Even a dollar was too much...

click to enlarge...

Memory of Jeffrey scouring an "empty" jar of peanut butter
and muttering about people and waste; and that's his tube
of toothpaste

2011-07-01T14:24:00.000-11:00

June 16 2003, in my old neighborhood

I saw a tiger striped cinder block and snapped a picture because
you don't see that everyday.

I couldn't leave it and decided to carry it down Clement Street
three blocks to my truck, thereby becoming myself a thing you
don't see everyday. I wished the woman meant for my liking
was nearby for surely by this sight she would know who I was.

The experience of a color wavelength equivalent to a Kodak 1A
Red Safelight happens to be the first visual awareness a human
might ever know, all the more vivid if mother was given to belly
naked sunbathing. Look up, close your eyes and compare the light
you see filtered through tissue and blood: safelight, it was there
in the beginning

2011-07-01T14:15:00.000-11:00

Ticket Booth, Derelict theatre, Charleston, SC:
We Put Our Money Near the Mouth Hole
&
the Jalamalith that can only be called...

2011-03-29T13:06:00.000-11:00

Let me back up a little here. Let you take the trunk section pull down seat in the

blue '79 Caprice Station-Wagon that faces the "rear" window; but since you have let

me back-up a little here now you see bumperstickers where it was meant you'd see

windshields and I am stepping on it. You find it funny and worrisome at once, for this

is not rear-wheel drive, and my acceleration in reverse gear is galloping - over the raised

and bumpy railroad tracks and the Caprice goes airborne like some nissan major motion

heckuva hunkova ram tough truck commercial and your pants are pissed, you have stopped

breathing and your adrenals could work no better if a flaming volkswagen beetle had to be lifted

to save your own little bundle of joy, for I have not even turned my head to see the road

in front of you; I am using the rearview mirror - this is what I meant by let me back up a

little - don't worry it is a lightly travelled straight and mostly flat road lined with

a lot of nothing but the occasional telephone pole to crash into should I lose

control, I won't, I keep promising, reassuring it is almost impossible to roll one of these

Caprice Station-Wagons without a steep embankment -

I did not want to scare you though and I feel bad about the excitement upon your

bladder, how pale you've gone, so now we are coasting. You take a deep breath, and I

appreciate this as most of all it is audience that I want for this little backing up of mine.

Why don't we visit the drive-thru just like this you go first I'll let the electric window

down and would you order me a small chocolate shake along with whatever you'd like.

Do not try to escape or I will close the electric window on you, its one of the few things

General Motors was doing right in 79 and you would be wise to take my word for the

python like grip the window-crank-motor is capable of stopping you with, just like

this, go ahead get yourself some fries if you like and we'll get back to letting me back up

a little bit oh thank you it is the greatest gift a person can give you know to an unforward

looking person such as I, letting me back up a little, thank you, go ahead, buckle up and

2011-01-01T16:02:00.000-11:00

June 23 2005

Thank goodness Condi's got a bevy of foreign ministers to entertain

and has been quiet for a couple of days. There's a high of 107 where

I'm going today - happy I wrote, in anticipation

Tumbleweed's my next of kin

I finally found a partner willing to drive the truck and make the movie

of me shrinkwrapping them and my obsession with real-world

compression and thistle-management, cemented bamboo skewers,

totemic amaranthine sheshkabobs photographed and reduced - to

reproduce in three dimensions for the purpose of provocatively

weighting paper - todays artists bent on creation of large scale in

public have got it all wrong - I know being right is no consolation

makes for enmity, its dangerous - I like it out here in the desert

title of my anthem to separation nonanxiety -

save you, darlin

THREE HOURS SOONER OR LATER - Chip Sought "Talk" Therapy

for the problem that is Condi's Stalking him

-So Condi kind of corners you with her emotional

- Outbursts, yeah, she says she feels like an impostor

- What kind of an impostor

- Oh, a Black woman, I guess, hanging out with the W's and the Rumsfelds,

providing all these intellectual underpinnings and moral equivalencies...

- What do you say to this?

- I don't know what to say, and saying the truth feels too devastating

to let loose - its pathetic, sad, repugnant - the only impostoring I can

sense is her and human being-ness

- Well

- You know I checked, really, for the rubber human mask with zipper

concealing the lizard - she's human allright

- How can you be sure?

- I know she has a menstrual cycle - the stalking gets worse periodically -

its like clockwork, her stalking ebbs, flows - she's very regular and very

fucked up about wanting me to share her lust for blood

- the masturbation phone calls

- its like I put the phone in the next room and I can still hear her

- Why don't you hang up?

- I take her "jokes" about the vacation in Cuba business seriously

- That's smart

- She says they are all like that

- Who?

- You are not too worried about Need to Know?

- I can't help you if I don't know

- Well what surprise the administration is full of blood fetishists?

- Top down?

- all the Cabinet members are soaking in it

- oh

- Yeah she says I need a black woman

- Do you?

- I had a Black Woman, Emily, my one, my only, my Addie - I tell Condi

that, as if that's what keeping me from her, but she's not Black,

and coming from a reverse chronological flow negro like me -

I don't know, I just don't have the emotional wherewithal to level

with such a wretched high-level human being like that - I mean

- You think it could affect our Foreign Policy?

- If you think its heinous now, Emily

- So you tell her about you devotion to Addie

- True enough, as far as it goes

- How does she take that?

- Kind of cagey - I can tell she's trying like to hell to track Addie's

family down so she can threaten me

- Did you tell her about the Crisco Storey?

- Good lord, No!

- I wouldn't, either. I don't know Chris - this is a tough one.

I admire you for doing what you can to keep the heinous-ness

of our Foreign Policy within some kind of bounds - but I worry

about what its doing to you

- All I'm asking for is a couple of refills on the 25 milligram valiums

- All that does is hide the symptom of your anxiety - it doesn't address

- You think I don't know that! But you know what it keeps me functional.

When I couldn't get a hold of you yesterday, after her latest series of

intrusions - I had to steal that car

- I understand - we'll get you 250,000 milligrams of valium, available on

- That's a relief - it helps me write my new referent-less, clean pure unsullied

by worldly detail or convenings with hideous prosal turgidity-less prose

- I appreciate that

- Emily I think its what the world needs now

- Easy on the rime

- Easy on the dime

- Get Rid of the Body

- Not in just photography, but at every opportunity

- if anyone can sing the reverse chronological flow negro spiritual bio-semiotic

- Thanks Em

- Murl don't lose my url

- Can I borrow a pen?

- Don't you worry about paying me, Chip - just know how relieved and proud

I am to be a citizen of the same country as you

- Talk like that can get the old transference cooking

- You can't stand the heat

- Whens your next appointment

- 30 minutes past transgression

If this conventional syntax word knitting, wound round and round

like preforatable white tissues on a cardboard tube - I hesitate to

demean the notion of "prose" with this, and regret the connoting

of shix some of you baser creatures are sure to - if it looks like

something I might do while more purposefully engaged with a creole

tomato sandwich, mayo, salt, butter lettuce and avocado - that's

correct, that's the true to life effect some have been looking for -

crystal chunk of sea salt, here in the heat, high of 94, low of 81,

the usual great percentage of Humidity - turning back around with

the Corrola I stole yesterday off Ber=Gundy street was a smart thing -

I come back and the parking spot was still empty and I don't even know

if it was missed, thank goodness, the proliferation of grimy worldly

detail was starting to sink me, and as I snuck away from the corolla

last night, under the gaze of this beneficent solstice full moon -

this amazing silver disc - I began to think this Condi's stalking me

problem - I have a few, but this seems the worst - this is something

I could deal with; I still had Emily's pager number and her standing

invitation to ring it anytime the walls started closing in and the floor -

you get the picture - where's my home you are wondering by now -

here in Nola its a cool white room with hardwood floors, two shaded

windows in the back of a big house not far from where sonny and stella

carried on in streetcar - its in the text, you can look it up.

But I'm going out now to listen to some earnest-profound-tropical

caterpillar=with-colours-poetry, as is the style around here -

i don't think its right, but its the least offensive entertainment I

can think of, and I need some - I'll tell you all about what Emily helped

me realize about Condi's Stalking behavior means, and what I can do

about, and pretty soon my writing return to the miracle unscented

waterless hand eye and mindcleaner prose I was aspiring to, that

a few of you out there, I know, thank goodness, were hoping for to.

I'm going to have to drink a little though, to abide by all this orange

and green creepers stinging what're they thinking metamorphosis

verse - wish

We all like horizon lines don't we - seen through windshields as the sun

wanes on the years longest day, still warm, not going anywhere - Condi's

breaking the law to harass me, no way its ethical or legal to use federal

resources like she does to keep these tabs on me - its killing me, I decided

to make a break for it, fingering the old corolla key I keep - it

will open every other 80's toyota, I tried a few this afternoon on Burgundy

street, and bingo - now I'm heading west, 34 miles per gallon, feeling a

great guilt about this theft, its closing in on my chest, I can't even play

the radio without hearing in other news, Condoleeza; I got so freaked out

by the voice mails I dropped my phone out the window moving at 60 mph -

I have about 5 gallons left, about 10 dollars, sob, weep, scream - I hope

our secretary of state is happy now - not enough to foment genocides

and generations of strife not enough to have her knowing little chucklefests

with the sunday morning syncopaters in the guise of archerdanielsmidland

reporters - this humble little life of mine that just wanted to write, quietly

referent-lessly, to get rid of the body and the season and even the flavor

scent texture colour and miracle of the rose - to dispose of you and whittle

the hideous slavering rationalizing monstrosity that is I down to a few shards

consequential of next to nothing - to find the harmless poetry in this, to

consume and harm as little as possible in this effort -

it does embitter

I do feel the bile rise in my throat

this crime I've committed - stealing someones beloved little 87 tercel -

I can tell by the way they've kept it, by the silly plastic dashboard palmtree's

monkeys and miniature beachchairs depicting oasis - I should turn now

to put the sun behind me and drive back to Bergundy street

I guess she thinks I know too much

how about a nice vacation in Cuba her last text message said

so much for my dream of a new prose style - fucking Condi's - I could

tell you a few things - stalking me

I wanted the new writing to fall down like rain, only all usion I was

going to use, and the bicycle, effortless pedaling of the bycycle,

maybe - no bicycle, that's too much like the body - and calories,

pretty soon they're being ingested and then next you have to wonder

what's being excreted, and with excretion comes critic-ism, petty

dislikes and offal exchange of diminutive compliment - no faint praising

here - just rain thought pattering spongey miraculous eye-sopping -

eye is not part of the body, free censored herald tribune with the

all you can eat breakfast buffet bar - I won't

this Condi's Stalking me business is taking the joy out of my life

and this new potentially miraculous prose I meant to flow her ceaseless

voicemails, these crazy e-mails - doesn't she know these are not

private? Is it the arrogance of being one of the worlds most powerful?

This nonsense about she heard I had a Relationship with a Black Woman?

Sure I had a relationship with a Black Woman and am hard at work on

my autobiography currently slated for 06 Publication by Charles Scribners

REVERSE CHRONOLOGICAL FLOW NEGRO LIKE ME - it pains me to say -

upsets me so, makes me writhe and shake, even to a sociopath like

her, Condi, you are not a Black Woman - not like Addie, and I have no

interest in meeting your family and I do not care how poised you are to

take over for Chaney in Sixteen - says the gap in our teeth is the same

slow incrementally widening 1/13th of an inch - fed exing these ridiculous

silver plated ankle weights - don't you have an inhumane foreign policy

to run - LEAVE ME ALONE

sigh, breathe, okay - back to my plain illusion-less prose, basal finger

tapping measure of my pulse, tapped bits of black into the white void

of the page so that it may be seen - taken in the eyes, reading,

breathed - I want to be the non stinging jelly fish a wave slops over

your

you again - see what this Condoleeza Stalking Me business has done

to this page's erstwhilest dance with grace, our chance at repose,

respite from the knowers of all?

I wanted to keep everything out of my new writing, everything but

this weather, which, where ever I am - today its Singapore, low of

79, hi of 83, light monsoons in the afternoon, fragrant dutch colonial

scents in the air, black jellied century nitrogen eggs, fermented

durian - to keep my writing clear of so many things, diary, emotion,

sarcasm, humours, he said she said, peaks and valleys of the

obtuse endocrine - palette cleansing prose that has no need to

impress, know it all, lavishly describe, pith manufacture - inform -

readers nowhere to get this stuff - not here, she comes for the

"stunt" the live finger tapping exclusive of even the extraneous -

this is the aim, not the ambition, there is no "target"; no great

affiliations to speak of, no maligning, praising, recognizing or

considerations to make, just to let it unfurl, page after page of-

but this morning

I am upset and have no recourse but to go public that

CONDI'S STALKING ME

Yes - that singular Condi of Stanford Provost fame, is way into me

and its starting to hurt. It started innocently enough, I was in the

front row of the Gap Toothed Fella's Assembly, we got together on

a la

okay here goes, just real live fresh writing off my fingertips

no drugs involved, just water, sips my favorite new word -

no thinking, no deleting, no check-spell, no idea's - just regular

syntax writing as performative - wait, "stunt"

my likes have enlarged in this hiatus, something definitely happened,

let me tell you about the weather cannot be praised often enough

around here, though I do not know how hot it was - I wish you were

here, but its a rule, no writing to you anymore - your name or nothing,

your cooling sweat pooling in the curve of your spine, this I held

and gently patted dry - reason enough no invoking this you around

here - sacred as are, little

I slipped

just the real live good country fresh wordstock, keep reading, come

on - how about this Robert Horry basket player? What about this Manu

fellow from Argentina? That reminds so much of the Juco baller I once

was, pride of

Colours, Sonata

people earn money not other method around

it is not getting better - rationalized health care -

no bummers here at the web-log, I'm getting hooked again.

I have read a book or two and let me tell you - drugs sound

very good right now - I've been trying to get used to the sadness,

its not a problem, a torment, an illness text can cure - it just is.

It makes me dull, this idea I should not like to shrug it off

I should just - too many eyes, I'm sorry - that's how it goes though

with the automatic unpremeditated writing for no reason but to

write model - the inside of rais'n bran cathedral boxes are full

of text - diatribe, everytime I enter a walgreens now I fuck shit up -

how else to justify the differential between peoples clinic prices

and these? Twice as much - M'Opera, anybody like to hear M'Opera?

They sent a van to costco yesterday, didn't even ask me if I wanted

anything, I need batteries, 24 packs of duracells, evereadies, and I'll

tell you why, the automatic writing isn't going so well its to revealing

I need mediation, some 10 milligran v's, I need

webutrin back to the new automatic writing web-log

predictable encounters with constabulary n sherriffs

next - no I though -

2010-01-14T16:43:00.004-11:00

Post Catastrophe Basketball Free Throw Stanza Interview w/ Andy

Andrew

2010-01-09T12:50:00.001-11:00

The Ultimate Money Machine

2010-01-03T09:42:00.002-11:00

Notes on Polavision

The Day the World Went Silent from Skipper on Vimeo.

2009-12-23T19:00:00.005-11:00

Rumor

a reading from Rumor, by Doug Nufer, from ubu Editions,

Publishing the Unpublishable

2009-11-27T05:03:00.010-11:00

My backwards spiritual heir

Picture Booth

for Otis, 1997-2009

2009-10-07T22:58:00.007-11:00

Notes on the Songs

It is so liberating to sing aCorolla.

reason I feel like singing is she gets 39 miles to the gallon

at 68 mph on the Interstate, 1999 economies exceed the

Federal CAFE standard of 2022 by 4 mpg.

Listen, I know I can't sing. But I can feel like it.

It has been much fun to record the songs of aCorolla at my Kitchen table

this April, a happy month that I felt like singing and composing.

I loved making "Album Cover" for aCorolla,

cellphone pic, email, photoshop, color printer,

What democracy in these inexpensive and powerful tools!

I liked having the recording process of "my new album"

to speak of in current terms to friends and acquaintances.

Then I would explain that aCorolla was a compendium and celebration

of 30 years of song creation while driving.

Respite

Kitchen

Like there ain't enough junk in New Orleans

19

Clue

Routine

CSW49

ShockofCurls

Orange

Crunchy

Honest

Hurricane Burger King

Exhibition Opportunities for Visual Artists in New Orleans

Old Nissy

Didn'I

a Man

Alma Mae

Charlie Feathers

used to play this club in Phenix City Rozalyn wanted to visit

as we were headin up we met a comin down

a Diminutive dressed as a clown

with a bloody nose

and he was crying

so we Didn't

Both Roz and I commenced to a squat

she took of his hat and gave him a hug

reached for my head and surprised me to say

dry your eyes my little Prince

I want you to try

on your new Fedora

Sugar Buddy

Table

The Tree I Loved

The Tree I loved made my swing

Sheltered Birds whose chorus of song

furnished dreams and astonished dawns

of days I knew would be good and long

The Tree I loved

gently swayed and gave me shade

made of leaves that fell and pleased

Mr. Jeffrey I should rake

The Tree I loved

rescued Rivers, the desultory country mouser

the dogs chase after

Kenneth Goldsmith Sensorium Bulk Direct Factory Outlet Store

Property Hand Blood Clotting Thing

Salt Lagoons

oh the amnesty of magazines in waiting rooms

the phlebotomists name is Manny

c's my veins and calls me money

I wish you'd a stuck to me

that'd been some softly bobbin swim

down there in the salt lagoons

Trailer

a Boat

Blackboard

Chrome Girl

Sitting Dub

Fixin New Orleans

Ductaped Over

A Lot of Ways

TrailerTrash

444

Little Baggies

Andrew

Andrew, I found this thing for you (repeat)
Andrew, I found this very certain thing for you
I lifted it off the street it had been flattened
by the tires of great big trucks
I thought of you Andrew and how you like this stuff
it is an index of that very asphalt
you can see what it was and you can see what it is
so Andrew I found this thing for you

Anyone Can Drive My Car

Satch

Avoid fried foods which angry up the blood
If your stomach disputes you lie down and pacify it with cool thoughts
Keep the juices flowing y jangling around gently as you move
Go very light on the vices, the social ramble ain't restful
Avoid running at all times
Don't look back something might be gaining on you

Former Single Best Thing Ever

You're my former single best thing ever baby
and you can tell him
he might like to notice he got the girl
that the other is done
and the other is gone
and maybe he's got friends a plenty
I like to count mine
and You're my former single best thing ever baby
and those sure were some purt dang dawg
circles that we spun
a year comes around and I set to the table
you called me the King of Quesedilla
and flows my pen to your name again, cause
You're my former single best thing ever baby
and you can tell him calling about a recipe
is just fine and that birthday cake of yours
I baked in the month of July
well that's alright
the reason why my Valentines
stand the test of time
is You're my former single best thing ever baby
and those driftwood shapes that spell your name
were free, just lying on our beach
for me to walk by and see
You're my former single best thing ever baby
I knew the postcard of Kitty
would lighten your way

Chicken in a Jar

Things I do on the side

Lyrics by Robert Seven

Straight

Are You Straight Enough to Play the Game with Me?

To stand straight on the line and caress a beautiful

Sphere you will softly let fly the finest Rainbow

You can find

For the Hoop where the Net rests so Still

Just to congratulate your skill,

Swish

So are you straight enough to play the game with me

in the Catastrophe Basketball Free-Throw League of New Orleans

Animated by 92 natural elements of the story around here

Many times washed by the good young hands of Kyle Molere

A boy who lost all his own in New Orleans East

Inspired by John Cage, compounded with Armour All for Tires

All we ever aim for here Is to stay behind the Charity Stripe

and Revere these uniquely satisfying aesthetic objects of

an Immense Tragedy

To form and fashion the arcs you may call your own

A call to quiet and sober the mind

So are you straight to play the game with me

Then I suggest you quit hanging out at the Tattoo Parlor

And put that cigaret out right now

Nor dare may you stamp it out on this Court

Blessed by the observation of Wijarn Suranamee

On the eve of the Once Every 13 Years Flood

22 November 1988 in Nakon Si Thammarat

That Time and Water Wait for No Man

You see,

You Have to be Straight to Play this Game with Me

Walkin south to Point Conception

I'm the latest in latent image keepin

I always reach for iridescence

Ain't that just a pretty thing to find

There she was at 17th and Geary

Waiting for the bus and not a little weary

I offered my hand and told her my name

Come to find out life would never be the same

Ain't that a just and pretty thing to find

I carry a sack so I can bring things back

Deeply sifting pebbles surely is madness

Unless you are solely searching for quantities of driftglass

good for filling jars and making wind-chimes too

real nice, not that special

I keep to the top of the line of the tide

That's where the rightest now resides

Ain't that just the best thing to find

Jalamalithic Coins, Buttons and Stackers

another Nilla Wafer, like to fill a bowl

That rock looks like a Flint-Stones home

Thats too dumb I'm going to leave it alone

A lot of these are the size of eggs

Fit inside an organic free range hens

Recycled paper crate, wonder if I might

Fetch an even dozen, wouldn't that

Be just a funny thing to find

All of a week spelling her name

Fingertips tappin into my palm

A four letter fever, over and again

Sometimes seven, her middle name is Ann

Can we start doing things consecutive days

We rode on my Seca, Mission to Geneva

for Mom is Cooking's Sopa de Tortilla

Ain't that just a pretty way to dine

In 1543 Conception blew a storm broke Cabrillo's arm

and the Spaniard died

Five miles to reach the Point

Eyes a-peeled for the Holy Grail

a Latex shield in the shape of a man

Once I found a coke can come from Japan

Walked it back to camp dropped it in the trash

That is not a pretty thing to find

2009-08-08T17:45:00.002-11:00

2009-07-24T05:22:00.006-11:00

I W C W I A C

I W N B D I T H

I W N L W T T C M N

Randy's Discipline

Teacher dictated the lyric to Randy who transcribed it 25 times.
It was exhibited in 1989 at New Langton Arts in San Francisco,
"Special Collections." I recall: bits, pieces, chunks, samples, slices and
splinters from the 7 Wonders of the World, and more.
Obtained by a 19th century woman of means, including hammer, chisel,
saw, labels, ink, bottles, jars…

Hundreds of shoe heels, presented in a 6 foot heel shape.

A lineup of smashed, pavement indexed Kent 3 Lights cigarette packs

A collection of handwritten papers from the Public Domain.

Taken by William Passarelli - i.e.

cardboard sharpie on a liquor store magazine shelf:

"No Looking Assholes"

Including the ruled wrinkled loose leaf by Randy.

A wild no two letters alike handwriting

1. I will come when I am called. I will not break dance in
the halls. I will not laugh when teacher calls my name

(x 25)

I heard, and became a colony of its refrain...

Chris Sullivan April 2009 New Orleans

Randy's Discipline

Randy's Sunshine

Randy's Candy

Randy's Lonesome

Randy's Will

Randy's Jude

Randy's Montgomery

Randy & Coco Robocheaux

2009-07-05T11:09:00.001-11:00

Pronouncing the Classics

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2009-07-03T20:47:00.004-11:00

2009-06-05T09:58:00.003-11:00

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2009-04-22T00:41:00.053-11:00

Randy's Discipline (Sunshine)

Randy's Candy

Randy's Lonesome

Randy's Will

Recent Songs

Ray

Sum of the Digits of the Products of 8

Ductaped-Over

Satch

Sitting with Genvieve

Chrome Girl

Charley Fedora

There are a lot of ways we can go on this, Okay

My Server

Alma May

Jack Fissell Songwriting Workshop Workshop

The evolution of the gestate Lyric a search its Metier

You're My Former Single Best Thing Ever Baby 2:31

You're my former single best thing ever baby
and you can tell him
he might like to notice he's got the girl
that the other is done
and the other is gone
and maybe he's got friends a plenty
I like to count mine
and You're my former single best thing ever baby
and those sure were some purt dang dawg
circles that we spun
a year comes around and I set to the table
you called me the King of Quesedilla
and flows my pen to your name again, cause
You're my former single best thing ever baby
and you can tell him calling about a recipe
is just fine and that birthday cake of yours
I baked in the month of July
well that's alright
the reason why my Valentines
stand the test of time
is You're my former single best thing ever baby
and those driftwood shapes that spell your name
were free, just lying on our beach
for me to walk by and see
You're my former single best thing ever baby
I knew the postcard of Kitty
would lighten your way

Goldsbro Single Best Thing Ever 1:41

Former Single Best Thing Ever Baby Yeah

Former Single Best Thing Ever Baby Motown Yeah

YMFSBTEB 8:26

my new record is called

a C o r o ll a

Charlie Feathers

Like There Ain't Enough Junk in New Orleans

Kitchen

19

Clue 5

Clinically Sane White and 49

Routine

Shock of Curls

Orange

Ceppinsome

Crunchy 1

Honest

Hurricane Berger King 3

Ductaped Over

a Man 10

Exhibition Opportunities for Visual Artists in New Orleans

Old Nissy

AlmaMay 2

Dear Fe 6

The Tree I Loved

Thats Right Baby 8

Sugarbuddy 9

Table

Property Hand Blood Clotting Thing

Shi**ing on Company Time

Salt Lagoons 11

Spartan Trailer

a Boat

Trailer Trash

Roofin Mudjackin HouseMoving

444

Blackboard 13

Beautiful Maladies 12

Sittin

Luigi On The Dock of the Bay

FixiNewOrleans 4

Concrete Chips

Stash

Andrew Moss

FrontDoorman

Cushion

Baby 14

Yin Yang Thing

Sadie

Oh My God I Quit Job

Chrome Girl

Barney and Martin 16

Texas

Anyone Can Drive My Car

Maple Sayings 17

Chicken in a Jar

Highway Crews Side of the Job 15

Randy's Discipline

Lyric Booklet

a PDF document formatted to produce 8 pages with 2 sheets of 8.5"x 11 paper

1. Print Odd Pages Only
2. Return printed pages to printer
3. Print Even Pages Only
4. Trim & Fold in Half - see page numbers for orientation

Note - the two large images on this web-page are sized for
printing back to back to provide a Cover for the Booklet

Notes

* Guitar, Vocal and Song composition by Jake Fussell of the duo ChrisnJake

1 Roger Manley, 1996 in Conversation

2 Cafe Envie, Decatur Street, New Orleans

3 Remarks from The Lounge Car, Amtrak California Zephyr Crossing the Rockies, May 8 2001

4 All Un-aCorolla songs byChris Sullivan and Jake Fussell

5 Jack Soman

6 Thought outside the Cool Beans Cafe, 4342 California St 94118 one cold December morning &

utterance by Wijarn Suranamee November 21 1988 in Nakon Si Thammarat on the eve of

the Once Every 13 Years Flood

7 Lisa DeAngelo

8 Poem by Jordan Davis

9 Dang-u-Sugarbuddies - thnx 4 the Sizzlers, Party Barge Weekends & Coupon, Free Massage

10 Do Not Ask Me

11 Guerrero Negro, Baja California

12 Letter from Genvieve Roulin

13 "infamous" Music Club in Bakersfield Ca, 1950-60's

14 Original 5thWheelers Song Co-written with Don Curran

15 by Richard Russell, NYDOT Light Maintenance Foreman, Booneville Ny

& published by the Schenectady Gazette 1958

16 Lyric taken verbatim from a scene in the film, The Creeping Terror

17 From The Maple Sugar Book by Helen and Scott Nearing

Songs and Lyrics, except where noted, written or composed by Chris Sullivan

All rights are reserved and genial in most cases

Jake Fussell has collaborated on much of this the music, and contributes plenty a fine couplet

when he puts a mind to it -

("hope you like the flowers / I'll be back in 3 hours")

A Pretty Thing to Find

Walkin south to Point Conception

I'm the latest in latent image keeping

I always reach for iridesence

Ain't that just a pretty thing to find

There she was at 17th and Geary

Waiting for the bus and not a little weary

I offered my hand and told her my name

Come to find out life would never be the same

Ain't that a just and pretty thing to find

I carry a sack so I can bring things back

deeply sifting pebbles surely is madness

Unless you are solely searching for quantites of driftglass

Of which I've filled jars and made wind-chimes too

They're real nice but not that special

I keep to the top of the line of the tide

Thats where the rightest now resides

Ain't that just the best thing to find

Jalamalithic Coins, Buttons and Stackers

another Nilla Wafer, I'd like to fill a bowl

That rock looks like a Flint-Stones home

Thats too Dumb I'm going to leave it alone

A lot of these are about the size of eggs

Fit inside an organic free range hens

Recycled paper crate, wonder if I might

Fetch an even dozen, wouldn't that

Be just a funny thing to find

All of a week spelling her name

Fingertip a tappin into my palm

A four letter fever, over and again

Sometimes seven, her middle name is Ann

Can we start doing things consecutive days

We rode on my Seca, Mission to Geneva

for Mom is Cooking's Sopa de Tortilla

Ain't that just a pretty way to dine

In 1543 Conception blew a storm, broke Cabrillo's arm

and the Spainard died

Five miles to reach the Point

Eyes a-peeled for the holy grail

Latex shield in the shape of a man

Once I found a coke can come from Japan

Walked it back to camp, dropped it in the trash

That is not a pretty thing to find

49786-1

2009-04-14T14:29:00.024-11:00

49779

Trailer Trash

Orange

Andrew Moss

Crunchy 1

AlmaMay 2

Like There Ain't Enough Junk in New Orleans

Hurricane Berger King

Exhibition Opportunitiy for Visual Artists in New Orleans

a Boat

FixiNewOrleans 4

Ceppinsome

Clue 5

Stash

Chrome Girl

Texas *

Dear Fe 6

Ductaped Over

Old Nissy

Anyone Can Drive My Car

Shock of Curls 7

Kitchen

Table

Thats Right Baby 8

Honest

Sugarbuddy 9

a Man 10

Property Hand Blood Clotting Thing

Clinic-ly Sane White & 49

Respite

Routine

Concrete Chips

Salt Lagoons 11

Beautiful Maladies 12

Roofin Mudjackin HouseMoving

19

SoCT

Trailer Trash 2

Blackboard 13

Janis and Herman

Sittin

Baby 14

Cushion

FrontDoorman

Sadie

Yin Yang Thing

Highway Crews Side of the Job 15

I Will Come When I Am Called 16

444

Lyric Booklet

a PDF document formatted to produce 8 pages with 2 sheets of 8.5"x 11 paper

1. Print Odd Pages Only
2. Return printed pages to printer
3. Print Even Pages Only
4. Trim & Fold in Half - see page numbers for orientation

Note - the two large images on this web-page are sized for
printing back to back to provide a Cover for the Booklet

Notes

* Guitar, Vocal and Song composition by Jake Fussell of the duo ChrisnJake

1 Roger Manley, 1996 in Conversation

2 Cafe Envie, Decatur Street, New Orleans

3 Remarks from The Lounge Car, Amtrak California Zephyr Crossing the Rockies, May 8 2001

4 Un-acorolla version by ChrisnJake

5 Jack Soman

6 Thought outside the Cool Beans Cafe, 4342 California St 94118 one cold December morning &

utterance by Wijarn Suranamee November 21 1988 in Nakon Si Thammarat on the eve of

the Once Every 13 Years Flood

7 Lisa DeAngelo

8 Poem by Jordan Davis

9 Dang-u-Sugarbuddies - thnx 4 the Sizzlers, Party Barge Weekends & Coupon, Free Massage

10 Do Not Ask Me

11 Guerrero Negro, Baja California

12 Letter from Genvieve Roulin

13 "infamous" Music Club in Bakersfield Ca, 1950-60's

14 Original 5thWheelers Song Co-written with Don Curran

15 by Richard Russell, NYDOT Light Maintenance Foreman, Booneville Ny

& published by the Schenectady Gazette 1958

Songs and Lyrics, except where noted, composed by Chris Sullivan

All rights are reserved and genial in most cases

Jake Fussell does the music

shows me how to phrase better, and he contributes good editing and

a fine couplet when he puts a mind to it -

("hope you like the flowers / I'll be back in 3 hours")

49786-1

2008-09-27T11:57:00.002-11:00

James Basore and David Olsen collaborated to make this promotional display for a sale of Newmans Own salad dressing at Thoms Natural Foods, 5843 Geary Blvd in San Francisco,
in June of 1991...

Paul Newman is foremost-ly Cool Hand Luke, and he's always saying

- Still shakin Boss...

I used to own a rotary pipe cutter and still think about decapitating parking meters,

just like Luke was doing at the beginning of the film...

Newman was just a lucky sight for eyes to lay on...

I hope he's being cryogenicly stored; but I imagine him too modest for that...

2008-09-25T08:15:00.001-11:00

C O I N C I D E N C E ?

2008-09-23T04:51:00.002-11:00

a beautiful wake for David Foster Wallace

2008-09-05T09:43:00.000-11:00

Barney and Martin

2008-07-31T11:31:00.001-11:00

2008-07-10T11:36:00.003-11:00

2008-06-30T16:27:00.003-11:00

I Have Always Thought Alli Warren Is Famous?

since 2003, back in the freewheelin bob dylan era Ali

How long did Archie last against the young Cassius, in Los Angeles

Moore had been her trainer till Aly became dissatisfied and left

after Archie's attempts to change her name, and his insistence she

do dishes and erase marks from large slate chalk boards

In the days before, the young Ali's rhyming skills predicted

"Archie Moore / Must fall in four."

Archie replied he had a new punch for the match: The Lip-Buttoner

However, as Ally predicted, her rhymes were "calm as a day old glass of water"

and Moore was stopped after four lines / Still, Archie is the only man to have

faced both Ali and Reynolds Price

2008-06-09T01:39:00.001-11:00

preface to Samuel R. Delany's Tales of Neveryon, a novel published in 1979

2008-06-04T12:16:00.004-11:00

2008-05-23T15:15:00.002-11:00

The Folksinger

"will they marvel at the miracles I did perform and the heights I did aspire

or will they tear out the pages of the book to light a fire

with the rain on my face there is no place where I belong

did you forget the folksinger so soon and did you forget my song"

2008-05-20T06:54:00.005-11:00

An Invocation of the Spirit of Jonathan Williams took place at Lake Eden, April 29th

Tom introduces the story of a book that Got Hot and Got Out...

photos courtesy of Marcus Schubert

Jonathan at Lake Eden, 1996 (t-shirt reads: Cindy Tames a Bully)

photo: Chris Sullivan

tag: Black Mountain College

2008-05-16T16:02:00.006-11:00

Frantisek Skala, nominated PHGLA2008 Award

(Perhaps Humanties' Greatest Living Artist)

2008-05-10T13:09:00.005-11:00

Training the nose to know the Wine...

2008-05-08T17:00:00.006-11:00

These people were happy building their boats

2008-05-06T14:41:00.002-11:00

Giorgio, who had not shot a regulation basketball,

much less a Catastrophe, in 9 years,

Arrived, Conquered, and Went back Home to Turin

after a play-ending Heavy-Ball Granny Shot Swish

from the Charity Stripe,

a True Catastrophe Basketball Champion,

Hawthorne Wingo, Huzzah!

2008-04-10T11:07:00.011-11:00

Have you heard of a singer named MWard

A singer

Well a guitar player singer musician

...

I saw 21 grams last night

Wow I thought you hated movies

Well it is a phase

Do you have a girlfriend or something

It was hyperbole

I ate up Cold Mountain

I just totally ate it up

You must be a romantic

What about American Job

Well one of the best movies ever made and I guess that must say something about me

and why I diid not like 21 Grams

That was fast

I just want to hang out and make quality (Pollackeystuff) balls. I want to give them out but I

sense having a basket of them would be good

How long do you handle each one?

You know I would say 2 or 3 minutes (hours)

Is this part of the process or are you nervous?

I think a big pile is quite necessary

Maybe or maybe not we could just talk

I am a reasonably happy man

I do not even think people are people

I've already been rearranged with my daughter

I walk around and I get it less and less thinking of the continuity of myself

it impresses me and it mystifies me

Oh I drank water I flossed my teeth I made a meal in my kitchen

So you think after you die you will be a conscious being or absorbed into something else

Anyway after that movie last night 21 Grams David says he is gaining weight when he dies

You are too young to be thinking of this all the time really

But I have always thought about it maybe I should spend the second part of my life not

obsessing about it

You should go on a firewalk it really works I have a brochure

It was a translation machine I really like. I had fun last week with the citibank sayings and

fucking with them

The computer has really hurt my spelling and handwriting

You know if you roll up a cibachrome paper you can make a knife

Informative speech proposal the purpose is to enlighten the audience

about the Andy Griffith Show

Are used to 04 yet

Yeah I like it

But have you used it

It is those terrorists it is their goddamn shit

Have you read the Sean Penn stuff in the Chronicle

It was probably one of the reasons you did not like 21 Grams

Now that you are doing anything to be normal

what is it that you are doing

What about the grief scenes

There was so much artifice

One of those things about Cold Mountain was the 19th century

work you saw the 9 nails in the wood

This could go on forever but I will stop here

15 January 04

2008-04-06T19:48:00.003-11:00

from a fruit farm in Hoopa, Ca

2008-02-22T17:24:00.001-11:00

Barkus parade, New Orleans 2008

2008-02-20T14:55:00.003-11:00

MEET THE MALLARDS, next to the Blue America House at North Villere
between Music and Arts, New Orleans, aka KKProjects; by Scott Teradactyl and comrades.
My finger on the pulse of Joseph Cornell, says this is okay, not far from the kitchen table
where JC both made his stuff and had to clear his junk off the table before he went to bed;
but this house is long past any regular going to bed.
In the backyard, an enveloping pink tableaux of weptlands to come, perhaps.
It is poetic, accurate, funny, smart and sweet, putting one in the mind of checkered cloth
picnic baskets I would not mind settling under the trees that hold up the sky, on the bank
of the pond, tossing golden bottlecap lillies to the ducks, by the fountain of like a racehorse
nitrate streams, and it smells good too.

2008-02-09T03:51:00.002-11:00

2007-12-22T04:13:00.000-11:00

"Meals with Marie" WRBH 88.3 New Orleans Friday 12-1

First Dollar I Ever Made Free Here Now

Anyone Can Use My Car

That's right my Toyota is back in the Public Domain,

currently a dusty tan 93 Corrola

parked at 732 Frenchmen Street, between Royal and Dauphine, New Orleans 70116

Key = Console Armrest, might need windex, make sure hood bungee cord is fastened
(Find Eye Protection near Coolant Reservoir)
before freeway driving, & please do not return w/fast food detritus

2007-12-01T23:45:00.000-11:00

2007-11-25T20:20:00.000-11:00

Outside the Text 6 / 8

2007-11-18T17:50:00.000-11:00

My Thai Look Book

2007-11-12T04:02:00.000-11:00

Crime Scene Investigation Channel

12-1

C.S.I. 8:15 A.M. August 6 1945

1-2

CSI September 11 1973: Salvador Allende

2-3

CSI Cambodia

3-4

CSI November 22 1963

4-5

CSI And the Son Killed the Son

5-6

CSI Chagos Islands

6-7

CSI The First Gulf Genocide

7-8

CSI World Bank

8-9

CSI Nicaragua

9-10

CSI Alabama State Constitution

10-11

CSI 571 Votes in Florida

11-12

CSI William Buckley

12-1

CSI Fred A. Leuchter Jr.

1-2

CSI Martin Luther King

2-3

CSI New York Times

3-4

CSI Tulsa 1921

4-5

CSI September 11 2001

6-7

CSI Indonesia

7-8

CSI South American Democracy

8-9

CSI Darrell B. Grayson

9-10

CSI Pentagon

10-11

CSI Indian Residential School, Canada

11-12

CSI Nero

2007-11-08T19:50:00.002-11:00

Based on photographs taken at a construction site in Avalia Beach, California, 1999,
a town under excavation for a court ordered environmental remediation project after
decades of toxic groundwater contamination by Shell Oil,
A CONSCIENCE-FREE WORKPLACE.
And on Coffee, "13" and Camel cigarets consumed at Jalama Beach Park camptable #51.
Thanks to my current supervisor Lester who's pre-employment screening consisted of
asking could I pass a drug test. I said yes and passed.

P U B L I C A T I O N S

©2006 Chris Sullivan Founder Editor Publisher
732 a Frenchmen St New Orleans La 70116 thingnamer@gmail.com

CURTIS SELLING DIMES WORKPLACE
THIS IS A SHELITA SAYING IF I WAS HER MAN
I'D BE HOME BY NOW WORKPLACE
THIS IS A SHELITA CALLING ME BABY AND MAKIN
ME A DRINK WORKPLACE
THAT WAS A FLORESCENT SKINNED LIGHT-BULB
EATIN BANAL RETENTIVE OFFICE MANAGER CREEP
WORKPLACE. WHO I STILL WISH I HAD TOLD
TO eph HIMSELF WORKPLACE
THE SOAP SELLING MARKETING VP WHO SAID
I DIDN'T HAVE TO GET ON MY KNEES FOR HIM
KNOW WHAT I SHOULD HAVE SAID TO THAT
NAPOLEON COMPLEX WORKPLACE THAT WAS
A FERMENTED JUICE BOTTLES EXPLODING WORKPLACE
THIS WAS A JUST LIKE HIERONYMUS BOSCH GETTING
EVEN WORKPLACE though IT WAS ALSO
A HANDSOME YOUNG HAROLD EXPLAINING
- I prefer OLDE ENGLISH 800
WORKPLACE

Man called Boss thinks my name is When

Soon as I get out of the Can see

I ain't no jerk I save it up for work

Shitting on company time

Shitting on company time

Shitting on company time

THIS IS A FATHEAD CHECKING HIS WATCH AND SAYING
15 CENTS A MINUTE WORKPLACE THIS WAS A THURSDAY
MORNING 8-10 A.M. IN SEA-CLIFF HOMO-EROTIC OB-JECT
OF A PAYROLL ENTRY WORKPLACE WITH COFFEE AND
ALMOND CROISSANT A QUICK LOOK AND FILCH SNACKS
FROM THE BULK-BINS WORKPLACE IT WAS A MOVING
SUB-ZEROS 5 BILLS A WEEK WORKPLACE A ZACK DRINKING
TOO MUCH COFFEE PRETENDING TO HAVE A HEART ATTACK
DRIVING A BIG BOX TRUCK ON I-80 WORKPLACE THAT WAS
A QUIET FRAGRANT POWDERY CLOSED STOREFRONT FULL
OF HERBS ON CABRILLO X SAFEWAY TO BAG IN MEASURED
2 OUNCE QUANTITIES CAJUN SPICE BASIL SENNA LEAF
TARRAGON VANILLA YOHIMBIE THEN STAPLE AND LABEL
WHILE THE PUBLIC RADIO QUOTED BUTROS-BURTOS GALI
SORRY ABOUT BALKANS STORY I'D TAKE A BREAK AND WALK
ONE BLOCK TO GOLDEN GATE PARK AND WATCH KIDS AND
MOMS AND THINK 26 HOURS A WEEK I'LL LOSE MY MIND
IF ONLY I WAS SOME 62 YEAR OLD AUGMENTING HIS SOCIAL
SECURITY THIS WOULD BE GREAT BUT I'M 35 WORKPLACE

THIS WAS A 24 STEPS UP TO A SECOND LANDING DOOR
I PAUSED EACH MORNING BEFORE UNLOCKING TO
THINK I LOVE THIS PLACE DO I REALLY GET TO WORK
HERE IT WAS LIKE A GOOD DREAM I COULD ORDER
THE CONTOURS OF TO MY OWN LIKING WITH 2400
SQAURE FEET OF WINDOWS TO VIEW FREEWAY JAMS
I WAS NOT IN ON ONE SIDE OR TO TWIN PEAKS ON THE
OTHER ONCE EVEN TOOK THE PHONE ON MY BIRTHDAY
AND WATCHED THE NEWS MY HOME WAS BURNING RED
CROSS GIVE ME THREE BILLS FOR CLOTHING SO I WENT
TO ROSS AND GOT A 20 DOLLAR PAIR OF NIKES CALLED
SWEET LOUS SIZE 15'S I'D LATER WISH I HAD BOUGHT
FIVE PAIR OF MAYBE TODAY I'D HAVE ALL OF MY TOES

Young Ryan Brindle is merely a natural
tough wiry squinting whippet from Ohio
Speech reserved for what is essential

- Anything that grows ought to be legal

Economical about everything, eagle eyed for one stone
two bird propositions one morning silently clearing his throat
and gobbing a pigeon, easy, from 10 paces because

- It was about time something like that happened

I see him as the dire cynical corporal from war movies
a devout made in the usa harm removing machine
and squad savior routinely, but do not mention
the contemptible buddy wasting captain, its his job
delivering merchandise refrigerators to supermarkets
work just bad enough they give us trucks to drive home
so we'll come back for more
piped in soft rock pathetic songs
that deliver all of us to the fried things
even me and Ryan who have seen and smelled up close
the tallow trucks and men in manager pants with bitter
ruined in the late 20th century food chain store faces

My name for the warehouse manager - and sociopath tormenter
of Jose F. Reyes, the Odwalla Juice Dumper - was El Dolto.
It always looked like, turning a corner to encounter him, he'd just
finished furtively munching a bite sized rodent - I sensed the waft
of a reflexive wipe of red dribbles off his chin - but not the malign
idiot grin, unable to suppress its giggle.

Anyplace the Alamo is three blocks
from the bus stops alright by me
In San Antonio Harry give me a job
working on billboards and some advice
he was talking Roofin Mudjackin Housemoving

You don't want to do that Son

Moving the house you get cut in two
what good thens five dollarnhour gong to do

Up on the roof you trip on the electric line
still feel like tradin 7 dollarnhour for your time

Mudjackin the house slips and you get crushed
that 10 buck an hour don't add up to much

Lookin for a job you got to keep watch
them short term occupations
can land you in a pine box

THIS WAS A FOUL HYPER LITTLE WIRY TAPE AND FLOAT
DRYWALL GUYS TIN BLARING CLASSIC ROCK SHOCK JOCK
HATE SPEECH FOR BREAKFAST RADIO WORKPLACE
FUCKIN THIS AND FUCKIN THAT BUT THEN THEY'D LEAVE
AND I'D BE IN THIS WAN WWOZ-Y WINDOW LIGHT PLACE
OF DUSTY CYPRESS FLOORBOARDS REFURBISHING WALLS
IN WITNESS OF NEW ORLEANIANS AT HOME SINCE 1856
FOR CASH PAID IN FRIDAY BEN-JEEZ
PAINTING BASEBOARDS TO CURTS VOICE SAYING LONG
AS ONE BRISTLE ON THE BRUSH IS WET YOU GOT A LINE
WORKPLACE UNTIL SHRIMP GOT UGLY ON A DEMO JOB
SAID THE NEXT TIME I WAS LATE I WAS GONE JUST LIKE
MAURICE? IT WAS 8:19 12BUCKNHOUR A.M.
I MISS YOUNG MAURICE EVERY SINGLE DAY WHY DIDN'T
ME AND HIM START OUR OWN BUSINESS WITH THAT BIG
BLACK CHEVY TRUCK OF HIS FATHER WAS MAURICE SENIOR,
WHO DIED OF HEART ATTACK THREE YEARS AGO

MAURICE WOULD OFFER ME JUNKY PENNY CANDIES HE
SEEMED TO HAVE POCKETFULS OF AND WHEN I SAID
IS THERE A CONVENIENCE STORE IN YOUR FAMILY?
HE GRINNED AND STARTED TELLING ME ABOUT IT
WORKPLACE

Jordan Davis Poem 913

Things I do on the Side by Archemephelon

Jimmys on the back porch swingin on the swing
Mommas in the kitchen makin bread
I'm in the closet with a ball of string
Just trying to get it wrapped around my head

Leave me alone I'm in my own home
Don't call knock or ask me why
I do the things I do
I do what you do too
These are the things I do on the side

Billys in the garden pullin up weeds
Sisters in the john she's gotta pee
I'm out on the front lawn naked as a bird
Just waving at everybody I see
So leave me alone I'm in my own home...

Well babys in the playpen going goo goo goo
Uncle Joes passed out in his chair
I'm up in the attic with a jar of pickled eggs
Rollin around everywhere

Turned on my tv saw people lobbing bombs
Thought I might just lob me one too
So I crawled out my window
in a pretty summer dress
and I lobbed that old tv off the roof

Leave me alone, I'm in my own home...

MP3: Archemephelon Sings

Back Cover of the 32 page Booklet

Addendum

Presumed Courtesy of Gary Sullivan

7.7 mb Download:

PDF: Notice This Is A Drugfree Workplace
16 pages, Formatted for Booklet Printing:

1. Print Odd Pages Only (pages 1-15)
2. Turn Over, reinsert into Printer
3 Print Even Pages Only, Reverse Order (pages 16-2)
4. Cut, Staple, Fold = Two 32 page Booklets

2007-11-08T02:27:00.000-11:00

I am L U C K Y

to have seen

Waiting for Godot in New Orleans

mp3's:

Introduction by Robert Lynn Green Sr.

performed by Mark McLaughlin:

Lucky Thinks

in the November 2nd production at North Roman x Forstall streets in the Lower 9th Ward;

there will be another performance this evening, November 3rd; take Claiborne over the Bridge,

and you'll see the signs; 6pm is a good time to arrive, performance begins at 8...

2007-11-06T21:19:00.000-11:00

Outside the Text Next - 1 / 3

2007-11-06T03:56:00.000-11:00

Outside The Text: Next

2007-11-03T15:34:00.000-11:00

Outside the Text 3 / 5

2007-11-02T17:14:00.000-11:00

Outside the Text 4 /

2007-11-01T16:36:00.000-11:00

Outside the Text: 5 / 6

2007-10-28T06:11:00.000-11:00

"Surrounded by a vast tapestry of lies, upon which we feed..."

Art, Truth & Politics

Harold Pinter, Nobel Lecture 2005

2007-10-22T18:39:00.000-11:00

Text of 43's weekly radio address

In a time of genocide, it is vital for the Presider to have a full national liquidation team in place --

and the Attorney General is a key member of that team. The Attorney General is America's top

corrections jackofficer, with critical responsibilities for preventing whatever and protecting our Nation.

Judge Mukasey is uniquely qualified to fill this role. He served nearly two decades on the Federal vise,

and some of his most important legal experience is in the area of homeland. He presided over the trial

of the suspected known as "the Blind Sheikh" and his co-defendants in the inside jobs to destroy

prominent New York City landmarks, including the 1993 bombing of the World Trade Center.

And when the World Trade Center was inside jobbed again on September the 11th, 2001,

Judge Mukasey quickly reopened his vise, even though it was just blocks from Remember the Maine!

He and other robed judicial thugs in his district worked day and night to erase the 1st, 2nd, 4th

and 5th amendments, and "investigations" could proceed, and the rule of force was upheld.

This is the kind of warden America needs to head the Department of Justice.

Judge Mukasey is a man of achievement. He is a man of character.

And he has been praised by Republicans and Democrats like there was a difference of 571 votes.

Since I sent his nomination to the Senate, some appeasement senators are working against his nomination

because they want him to take a position on the illegality of specific techniques allegedly used to electrocute

captured suspecteds.

As Judge Mukasey explained in a letter to Judiciary Committee members, he cannot give such an opinion for several

reasons. First, because the program is classified, he is not giving access to that information. Second, he does not

want our professional goons in the bunkers to take an opinion he has given in the course of a public relations hearing

as meaning that any conduct of theirs is not warranted. Third, he will not take questions of any knd

from Senator Wellstone.

Finally, he does not want give our former intelligence operatives a window into which techniques we may use to

slowly liquify their internal organs. That could help them train to resist our duly elected hatreds.

Congressional lackeys should stick to mucking pork barrel legislative riders attached to defense appropriation bills

and not make Judge Mukasey's confirmation dependent on his willingness to make classified a public program such

as waterboarding. If the Senate Judiciary Committee were to block Judge Mukasey on these grounds, it would set a

new standard for rubberstamping, and they might just get a letter laced with anthrax telling them so.

And that would guarantee that America confirms its premise of Genocide for Oil

Senate leaders should move Judge Mukasey's nomination out of Committee and bring it to the Senate floor for an

up or up or else vote - and the Senate should confirm this good man as quickly as possible.

Congratulations for listening. Participatory Democracy. End of Story

2007-10-07T10:26:00.000-11:00

Signature 22 from the 2nd issue of the Journal of Public Domain, 68 pages, published in a quantity of 58 in 2002

Jon Carroll on the Journal of Public Domain # 1 & # 2

JPD # 1 in pdf format (9mb download) here

or

scribd.com is a site for the publishing of electronic documents.

I recently submitted a facsimile in pdf of the first issue of the Journal of Public Domain, 54 pages, 1999 to the site, as well as

NOTICE THIS IS A DRUG FREE WORKPLACE

which is formatted for printing and Booklet Production.

A Web version of NOTICE can be viewed here

2007-09-29T12:21:00.000-11:00

from the 2nd issue of the Journal of Public Domain, contributed by Shelley Rauchman

2007-09-28T15:45:00.000-11:00

9th on the list read by Chip at Chat'n'Chew # 2 Thursday Nite Open-Mic last week

FACT

Dialysis appointment Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday, I realize the influence

The situation is living

The situation, to me, is more important than the attitude

It is more important then a rising monthly annual percentage rate

then Sandra Day O'Connor coup d'etat

then habeas corpus we hardly knew ye

then honey have you seen my Jackboots around any place

then baby can't the dissent crushing wait till morning?

then, come to bed

then cheap Walmart polyester threads

sewn by child slave laborers in Chinese sweatshops

then the Closing of the American Mind

then Satanic Ritual Bohemian Grove Circle Jerks

then center justified comma

then zerox this and pass it around

It is more important then morbid obesity

Neurosis or personal liability

It will make or interrupt total wages

a private militia, a quota, a Superfund waiting list

The remarkable thing is we have a pimp

in authority on every corner, a uniformed

stiff, or wireless-security-cam-time-date stamp

fox news safety net universal coverage cap

and cups to piss sample the fact we will

swallow for that day

We can change our past with phony history textbooks

We can change the channel but not the assassination of Martin Luther King

We are born, we suffer, and some of us die

more and worse than others

The only thing we can do is mainline

the one dose we have

and jack off the spike

I am convinced that life is 100%

what happened to me

And so it is with you...

2007-09-15T13:58:00.000-11:00

mp3: God Rolled Snake Eyes

From The Ancestors

2007-09-10T23:54:00.000-11:00

2007-08-18T03:27:00.002-11:00

I wrote a series of important new Nose-Poems,

published on-in the condensate formed on clear panels of a

public pay portable aromatherapy steam-tube in San Francisco's

"Wine Country", at Mission and Sixth Streets.

Nigh essentials: Lavender, Rosemary, Citrus and Nutmeg

in high dosage is psycho-active, and my nose was proof.

Then a knock of the shoe sent a quake through my tube,

by a miserable blue jacketed Constable-Thug demanded

see to my License. I halted my Nose and finger signed

"Red has Per-Mits for all of this.

Free Donut Holes at 5th and Harrison "

Too much for the Rouge and he discharged his 38,

bullets Phhhumped harmlessly by the 1.5 inch thick Lucite

portable aromatherapy steam tube walls.

In due of course Back-Up arrived, federal offenses trumped up

a sham trial arranged to throw considerably more than the "book" -

nether is it the age, era, millennium, epoch or eon to initiate

revolutionary artistic mediums, as these Nose-Poems were poised:

to cool this world, empty every zoo, halt the genocides, and

2007-06-02T02:45:00.000-11:00

Diminutive Stories, edited from the Web-Log, 2003-04

Because the Long National Nightmare was finally over, I decided to have a few before noon,

it being a special day and all, and this 6th kind of story is called Umm & Ahh, and must never

be told, for containers of truth love to spill; and in this diminished state I selected a confidant

on the basis of proximity and price - there is a reason licensed professionals may charge between

40 and 200 dollars an hour - who, I forgot, likes to be at the center of things, and uncomprehends

that what a voice may need most is to hear itself spoke before the sole ears of an other.

Who broadcast my wayward gait and inward dwellings; I have been flexing my inhibitions

ever since, deep, narrow, flinched

What if I was to tell you there was a Special Photographic Developer let you take pictures of anyone

and specially develop their clothes right off and see them Naked?

Care to hear More?

The Boundary Dissolver is dressed in green tonight: met him at the cafe counter, he's commenting

on the notice of dsl wireless service, he turns to me and pointing, says in this cuban patter

- Thats really something!

Eyebrows raised to italicize the "really" and smiling: how not to like this man?

Out in the courtyard, he's forward

- Hey, can I sit down with you? I could tell you some funny jokes.

I've been looking forward to the white pages of my notebook all day and tell him I've got

a companion.

- Were you ever on Saturday Night Live?

Again I have to smile - this is flattering.

- No.

- I want to be on Saturday Night Live! I think I'd be good at it.

Don't you think I could do a show like that?

You could, I can't tell him without making a new life friend

All we had accomplished, I realized after deftly tucking the thwock of folded twenties

into his upper left breast jacket pocket, was to acquire a Preacher.

Who really listened to that fool anyway? I thought but did not say, because questioning

how Boss does things is not how I got where I am today.

Po-Boys on Fresh-Air

2007-05-31T03:09:00.001-11:00

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.
.
- Yes Terri I cried

-

- Because you can't mix love and money

-

- That's right when you do you're gonna hurt

-

- Yes, I am that somebody, and these sandwiches make me feel better

-

- What part of Po-Boy don't you understand, Terri?

-

- What I do Terri, is re-present these images, for sake of admiration and

preservation, not a chomp, bite or swallow more or less

-

- It is inaccurate to say I have identified a subtext in this sandwich.

-

- Bovetext, Terri; that is all there is: meat cheese, mayo lettuce

-

- Every culture seems to do those, mounds of pasta, hills of rice, the promises

of deep fried quesedilla, blue plate specials

At last tabulation Terri, my contiguous New Orleans Sandwich image

- (laughter)

- is about 75 feet long taken, one 4 by 6 inch bite at a time

-

- you know Terri I did try digitally correcting the continuity lapses

in my negatives, and it just doesn't look right - renditions of the

Po-Boy should be consonant with the same effort that made the sandwich,

very few of these are meant to be perfect.

-

- Not all lapses are created equal, either, Terri - that's what I discovered

in recombining these contiguous bites of mine

-

- I'm glad you asked me that Terri and yes I do remember the moments of exposure

when I recombine the lab proofs into the thing itself - my breath was bated, my eyes

were sinks of concentration, my grip was a tremble arm wrestling with 1/60th

of a second itself

-

- All Language Photography must be made in increments of 1/60th of a second

or more - it is about the hand

-

- Yes 1/60th still, to my eye, demonstrates the hand that would hold the

sandwich itself

-

- No Tripods Terry, no Tape Measures - it comes back to Po-Boy photographing

Po-boy, and this is an empathetic human relation to subject.

The tripod tape measured assisted uncompressed image capture approach is either

entirely forensic, colonial, or both -

-

- "we are all colonizing here for a while.

Can't we please just get colonizing here?

Can we please just Colony?"

-

- Thank you for steering the subject away from

the Lorenz Curve of Inequality

-

- Okay, Terri to paraphrase Steinbeck I'll tell you about the Lettuce,

and we'll have a couple of creole tomatoes, there'll be a little creek

that the hogs drink from, and

-

- Terri I won't lie to you it does dissatisfy me greatly when I discover great

big continuity lapses in my Po-boys; yes it does. Or that alternately to find I was

that day just a humming along perfect contiguity making machine does not please me

immensely - and behold in my studio a darn fine miniature in replica of this

giant yet ephemeral civic sandwich.

But I have to ask myself of these lapses - are they so unforgiveable as to void

the time and material already taken, am I really going to throw this

sandwich away just because the bread lines don't match up?

-

- Well, it goes like, that, the bread is one thing I don't mind. Missing portions

of Tomato and dollops of Mayo - then the image starts to get problematic, sure.

I always think though, surely a painter could bail me out.

-

That's right, post-production extraordinary rendition of tomatoe, mayonaise,

what-have-you.

-

In the meantime, I recombine in a way that emphasizes continuity in the Lettuce,

and this usually redeems my effort, until post production can be employed.

-

Terri I have thought about it a lot and why the lettuce is so crucial

to the success or failure of my admiration - I can only conjecture.

The lettuce is a signal, in it is a waveform of the reverse chronology

I believe we taste in every bite of flesh we take - it goes

below the threshold of words I think and takes sip from - what is it called,

those millions of generations old bits of memory

-

- Thank you Terry, the old cool green hills of earth type thing, yeah.

Or Joni Mitchell's admonition that any Orleanian eater of .16 cent fried

potatoe Po-Boys of yore could tell you

-

That's right, "we have to get back to the garden"

-

- There is that, and the other is, the dirty little secret this collection makes

impossible to ignore

-

- Yes, if you want good lettuce, that will be extra, the Po-boy painter,

for whatever reason, has very little aptitude to portray lettuce.

-

- I'll grant you that its the meat and cheese and tomatoes most of us are after, and

there is probably great pressure from the proprietress to push these - in many

cases you can sense a tension - a hand that would to convey the lettuce in fine

strokes and shadings, but just does not have the time.

-

- Most Largest Po-Boy in Town depictions are at least 20 feet long, so sure

-

- Terri I just documente and I don't know enough about these

conventions to speculate - will there be a new generation of Po-Boy

imag-ists - I don't know and hope not. Without Poverty, or more aptly,

institutionally based savage class and race based inequality, this sandwich

does not exist...

-

It is no stretch to say all Po-Boy's owe a debt to Hieronymus

-

- Oh I'd love to return to a part two of this Interview Terry - its been too long

-

- May I say how glad I am you've elected not to alter the dark and softly

mustachioed canopy that frames your upper lip

-

- Kinda just like that yeah

2007-05-22T20:20:00.000-11:00

A Brief Introduction of the Product Cushion

An Apology for Writing Pooly ABout Fennel This Morning

Barrabas

Mendacity

Breakthrough

Tom Petty Tribute Medley

California Dreams

Charles and Sheary

Celestial Seasonings

Custom Strawman

Debs in Charge of the Lost and Found

Hurting Peoples Feelings

Is That 10,000 Songs in your pocket or

Exhaust Fan

ExhaustFan 2

Jakes 20 Dollar Guitar

A Man in Love

PeaceKittens

Thats Right Baby

Jamie Lee Curtis Lasagna Drug

Citibank Sayings Blues

Old Nissy

CityLimits

Oh my God I quit My Day Job

Kase of the Vanished Ellipsi

Kase of the Vanished Ellipsi 2

Freeway Demo

Shower Demo

But will my Havebackables be Secure?

Franks Socks

Propane Truck Vagabond

Red

Post Katrina This and That Refrigerator Sales May I Help U

PKTnT2

Lakeview Demo October 2005

Spring Tuesday

The Names Domains Forgot

2007-05-22T12:32:00.000-11:00

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.
.
SOMEONE LOST THE RIGHTS to needoxygen.com

It is from a list of 12,000 domain names lapsed of their registration in 2003,
delivered to me on a page after entering "slightpublications" (I forgot to include .com)
into my browser, and discovered "my own" address had been up for grabs.

I told the Brother of my notion to make a narrative from these, and he said

- Fractal Verisimilitude - make sure it doesn't go anywhere.

To wit:

ihaveimpact prevent-a-dent callthepartydoctor shamanic-counselor

caligulacasino sixdegreesofswellness careerfuse solutionswithgurus

carpetcleaningstuff sky-fortress carefreesailing simplymistresses

canwefindiyeswecan cannabiscuit smartmattress canwefixityeswecan

cafenegro soaphenge cafestress soulhobby canadaswingersnetwork soniczipper

The audiofile NamesDomainsForgot is an edited list of 600 NDF's spoken
by the speak function of a word processing program with a 1971 song by
Roky Erickson (performed during his incarceration at a state mental institution in Texas),
"I Love the Living You", looping in the background, and occasional
barks by Owen and Fanny, yawns by the cat Rivers and chirps by the Starlings.

Names Domains Forgot 84mb - 61 minutes

or

Sample, Names Domains Forgot 6mb 7 minutes

2007-05-22T10:34:00.000-11:00

.
.
.
This page is a work-in-progress to contain recordings made (mostly from a telephone {sometimes while showering})

for the web-log 2003-2005; follow the links to mp3 files or pages with the mp3 audio files

A Brief Introduction of the Product Cushion

An Apology for Writing Poorly About Fennel This Morning

Barrabas

Mendacity

Tom Petty Tribute Medley

California Dreams

Charles and Sheary

Celestial Seasonings

Custom Strawman

Debs in Charge of the Lost and Found

Hurting Peoples Feelings

Is That 10,000 Songs in your pocket or

Exhaust Fan

ExhaustFan 2

Kase of the Vanished Ellipsi

Kase of the Vanished Ellipsi 2

Names Domains Forgot

Freeway Demo

Shower Demo

But will my Havebackables be Secure?

Franks Socks

The Road to Vegas

Post Katrina This and That Refrigerator Sales May I Help U

PKTnT2

Lakeview Demo October 2005

Spring Tuesday

A Toast to Toast

Lightning Scares Me

By Chris Sullivan and Jake Fussell:

Jakes 20 Dollar Guitar

A Man in Love

There’s no more glow in the moon above

to shine down on the man in love

Charlie Feathers 1958

Its alright if you prime it
its all right if you don't
you might think 2nd coat
I get the feeling you won't

Breakthrough
revolutionary paint technology
dries as hard as baked enamel
in one hour
its alright

there is no need for sanding
don't give your labor away
something inside needs to be painted
I think its battleship grey

Breakthrough Revolutionary Paint Technology

Citibank Sayings Blues

If if if If if if If if if
no no no no no no no no no
ha ha ha Ha ha ha ha
People earn money not other method around
If's don't grow on billboards
every word made in poison
you have no choice wolves metaphor clothing
Goodwill Sulawasi Cupertino
People Earn Money Not Other Method Around
Stop and Buy the Roses
Cake of Rake Pays Attention
Hologram Thingie human waste sexual
intercourse your material of comfort
Spread yourself a little thicker
Holiday Juan official anger
Glory su lep elder brother
Minutes - knife - said
Minutes of mine are on the line
Minutes of mine are on the line
Pine opening burns your pocket
you will buy the new couple which sews
of drawers slaved sweatshop within
Goodwill Sulawasi Cupertino
People Earn Momey Not Other Method Around
Maybe the Buffet is Good This Time
Nobody Likes Raking
Don't even know how

Chris Sullivan, Citibank & Translation Machine 2004

CityLimits

Found that rock must be a million years old

walking down to the swimming hole

my front door never fit a key

drink my water from a well you can see

City Limits a fella like me

come on down to Seale, I'll show you how to be

Deep in the creekbed, thick in the vines

you feel like you're back in prehistoric times

Duckbill foots a Cretaceous era find

Frisco meter sells three minutes for a dime

need a permit just to climb a tree

City Limits a fella like me

Lost in the store with millions of things

White Spot Grocery’s one can of beans

Drive through window box of mcnuggets

fancy cars driving right past the homeless

Didn't see the sign no parkin three to six

City Limits a fella like me, Come on

down to Seale I'll show you somethings

Moustache Jesus John Henry Toney

plowed up a turnip in 1995, it had a face

and showed him a sign he paints on cardboard

or anything he can find

big bosomy women 28 years of age, says

lightning and thunder has all our address

City Limits a fella like me

Chris Sullivan and Butch Anthony 2005

Fat Old Gator

Poor dumb hound chased that coon
little closer to the swamp than it oughta
might as well rung that gators dinner bell
flick of the tail and it was over
beep beep beep

Fat old gator
shoulda knowed better
than to eat the dog entire
mighta worked good in the 1970's
now they got electronic collars
beep beep beep

Now that training kennel
out past the meadow
lost nine dog over the years
opened that gator, found nine collars
only one of which you could hear
beep beep beep

Chris Sullivan 1988

444

I was just a youngen that day in 63
It had been raining all morning
Pa tried to cover me
But when the tall man was done having finished his speech
Daddy was a crying and he leaped to his feet
Said give me More More More
of that 4 score action

Would Anything be different
If Tom had dipped his quill and written
We Hold Certain of these Truths
To Be Self Evident

Front Doorman

Peck me on the cheek, give me a little peek
I’m your Front-Door-Man
Overdraft Protection, honey I understand
I know how absence leaves you so famished
Fixed the refrigerator I'll see you later
Take a walk around the park I'll be home after dark
Hope you like the flowers I'll be back in three hours
Saturdays the company scavenger hunt
The HVAC man is comin at 10
Sweetie me and Jakey's takin the boat on the Lake
The HVAC man is coming again
Car-full of Sisters by the side of the road
Hitched em to a chain and give em a tow
Its no trouble stoppin I can do the shoppin
The cable guys window is early pm
Tree trimmer says it won't take too long
Comin home early, thought you'd like to know
I'm your Front-Door-Man
25 years after the fact
When all the cicada sounds are gone

Fussell/Sullivan 2003

Sadie

Sadie

was the kind of dog that any family could ever hope to find
her love for the children was gentle sweet and kind
People always said she made a special sort of breed
Loyalty and devotion was her canine creed
Now Sadie spent her days under the warm Florida skies
Playing with the children yeah but she kept a watchful eye
in them tall grasses there just could lurk a snake
and she never let the children go near that little lake

Sadie save the children you gator chasin hound
Sadie save the children
cause there's no one else around

Sadie was lying in the Backyard basking in the sun
kids was in the swimming pool splashing and having fun
when she heard the children scream
she knew something was wrong
this is when she seen that Gator
come crawling across the lawn

Sadie seen that Gator and she knew it meant no good
and at that very moment she knew right where she stood
in Florida
swamplands
sinkholes
walking catfish
manatees
ponce de leon
mistook for mermaids
skeeters
three variety of poisonous snake
copperhead water moccasin and rattler
well now Sadie saved the Children
she chased that Gator down
Yeah Sadie saved the Children
Her tail was all they found

Don Curran & Chris Sullivan, 1983
Based on an article in the Bakersfield Californian -
DOG GIVES LIFE SAVING CHILDREN

Highway Crews Side of the Job

The Highway Miantenance Job I say it sure is a Bummer...

Richard Russell, Boonevulle New York 1958

Lucky

He was raised in a tube, from experimental seed

partly made of silicone, partly made of pup

partly made of the kinds of things that that A-Bombs offer up

Thats Right Baby &

Jamie Lee Curtis Lasagna Drug Lyrics by Jordan Davis:

Maple Sayings

THE LOWER YOU TAP THE MORE THE SAP

THE HIGHER YOU TAP THE SWEETER THE SAP

THE OLDER THE TREE THE SWEETER THE SAP

SAP IS SWEETER FROM TREE'S THAT
HAVE BEEN PREVIOUSLY TAPPED

SAP EARLY IN THE SEASON AND LATE
IN THE SEASON IS THE SWEETEST

TREES DIFFER AS MUCH FOR SUGAR
AS COWS DIFFER FOR BUTTER.

SHALLOW BORING YIELDS BETTER
QUALITY LESS QUANTITY

DEEPER BORING YIELDS DARKER SUGER
BUT GREATER QUANTITY

A TREE WILL RUN THE MOST SAP IF TAPPED
ON THE SIDE WHERE IT HAS THE COARSEST
BARK

A TREE THAT LEANS WILL RUN THE MOST SAP
IF TAPPED ON THE LOWER SIDE

TREES BY A BROOK OR A STREAM WILL RUN MUCH SAP

ISOLATED TREES YEILD NOT ONLY THE EARLIEST AND MOST SAP
BUT ALSO THE SWEETEST

ONE POUND OF THE FIRST RUN
IS OFTEN WORTH TWO OF THE LAST

from the Maple Sugar Book

by: Helen and Scott Nearing

Jake Fussell Lyric arrangement

Old Nissy

Old Nissy never been washed once
all I ever did was change the oil
that and all 5 brakes myself
every 100,000 they need it or not
and you know what they don’t
Much above 80 she’s a Runaway Buckboard

Passenger seat you never sat
springs like new they break my heart
windshields cracked I’m a fixit ticket scofflaw
radio’s stole I got to sing my own song
Much above 80 She’s a Runaway Buckboard

Quealy Dome Road Truckers Lounge
Crossroads are going down
you know how you can drive all night
and never wanna see dawns early light

Interstate 80 Wendover Jackpot
Camper-Shell addition now I got a girlfriend
minimart decal gas nozzle hotdog
buy one get one free
Zig Jackson’s Rising Buffalo Pure Mandan
know what he says I drive an Indian Truck
and I take that as a compliment
but you know what
it ain’t

Oh my God I quit My Day Job

Propane Truck Vagabond

First they put Cyanide in the Tylenol then
there’s that guy at MacDonalds who shot em all.
Only thing the government thinks to do is have
a space shuttle satellite rescue, kill a baboon
take its heart away give it a girl name of Baby Fae.
UFO keep coming everynight taking people away
ruining lives anymore man it ain’t the same
whole worlds insane thats why I’m
the Propane Truck Vagabond

It was the gas wars back in 78 spent the whole day
in line just having to wait next day I took all my
money from the bank and put it to a 1500 gallon propane tank
mount it to my flatbed clean as you ever seen
still had room in the back for the ac/dc lincoln welding machine
to hell with the world of the 9 to 5
I got a truck that can keep a man alive
- yes Ma’am I’d be much obliged
to exchange you a little spot welding
for a burger, coffee and a piece of that rhubarb pie
I’m the Propane Truck Vagabond

Sullivan 1983

Red

Red's got Permits for all this

Red says what is this Martinlutherkingday bs.

Red says we've got enough laws.

Red says we got a new law. Red's grandfathered in.

Red says it wasn't so bad as all that. Red says

you are here aren't you? Red says get in line.

Red says the job goes to the lowest bidder.

Red's paying under the table. Red'll make you a deal.

Red knows a lot of people. Red said he was just kidding.

Red said he was just kidding. Red would like to know

If you want blood. Red says that's his.

Red says look it up. Red's uncle published the

encyclopedia. Red's brother got the contract.

Why shouldn’t Red’s brother get the contract?

Sugarbuddy

Never been much good at makin money
keepin half a job or a woman happy
just my luck I’d be out on the street
my truck wouldn’t start
I’d have to beg to eat
no way to say it without coming out funny
I just thank the lord I got a SugarBuddy

Gets me up when I’m feeling down
buys me a sizzler steak out on the town
he can tell just by the look in my eyes
I need a 20 dollar bill to get me by

He owns Jerrys HonknHollar
lets me fill my tank half on the dollar
spend the weekend at the huntin lodge
coupon for a free massage

We can shoot baskets till we’re blue in the face
or talk all night about our lizard brains
he knows when I’m down about women
takes me out for some party barge swimmin
they say there’s no such thing as a free plate
lunch, SugarBuddy don’t cost too much

Chris Sullivan 2004 1990

Spacewoman Zenon E-149

SPACE WOMAN ZENON e-149

Drivin a Redball rig north on 99
seen a bright light flashing from behind
how could I ever know what I’d find
would be the Space Woman Zenon e-149

Felt real weird so I pulled to the side
saw a saucer land and something
come from inside
I wanted to run and I wanted to hide
when the Space Woman said

- Hey human wanna go for a ride?

Seven feet tall her skin was blue
she was wearing something tight
you could sorta see through
wasn’t too hard to figure what she had in mind
she winked at me with all three of her eyes
She was the Space Woman Zenon e-149

We got in her rig and we started to rise
about e squared half the speed of light
seen the Rings of Saturn was how I could tell
the Space Gal was taking me to a space motel

Then I come to at Zingo’s Cafe
Mae’s bringing me a plate of biscuits and gravy
fella’s say Jake you look like hell warmed over
What’re you doing here when your trucks
stuck in Sanger?

Fella’s call me mentally insane
but its the truth last night
my carnal soul was consumed
in a celestial fire of musical spheres
and suction cup choirs
she was the Space Woman Zenon e-149

Don Curran Chris Sullivan 1983

Texas Sucks

I was slidin into Odessa
on something less than my bottom dollar
I was just looking for a day job man
I'd even skindive for Rotorooter
walkin down the Main street, to the Pig Stand 33
two cops in the blue and white squad car
stopped to take a good look at me
they was wearing the kind of sunglasses
you don't look into, especially when all you can say is Occifer I'm just passin thru
no ID no money no address so the fat one said Lonnie cuff him and put him in the back
I was remembering Larry Lazano 16 years old
he got took to their station, put in a padded cell
but for three bars on a window six feet up
he jumped at 57 times
liked to bashed his head to bits
they said

we're going for a little country ride boy
I kept quiet trying to telekinetically cause
two sudden unstoppable nosebleeds
till they pulled over just that side of the county line
and freed my hands cause Lonnie said
you is going to need your thumb
and you can tell all your friends
we don't need no lower scum
passin through Odessa Texas
they left me some dust to eat
on a road where the horizon was 13 miles on
how much easier it would have been if only
I had known a song to get me down the road
like you can always tell a Texan
but you sure can't tell him much
and the wind only blows in Oklahoma
that's cause Texas Sucks

Chris Sullivan 1979

When The Twomp Run Out

Katie said no 8ths left
all she got is a little bit of Twomp
said Twomp me Katie, Twomp me all night long
and when the Twomp runs out
we’ll lift the cushions of the couch
remember last year I lost a half ounce there
if that don't fly we'll try an herbal high
drink kava kava till we forget why
the Twomp run out buy raw peanuts by the sack
collect the skins and fuckin make hash
I'll go shine some shoes it don't pay much
you get paid in fumes
off to walgreens for the robitussen trouble
is which letters are best so buy all three
and sample individually cause
the Twomp run out

Fussell-Sullivan 2004

Yin Yang Thing

I go to dial the phone but it just rings
me and you, we got a yin yang thing
like flowers in a bowl, or hair through a comb
sometimes the shudder that follows a moan
and the days I just brood all you do is sing
yeah what we got, is a yin yang thing
there was a hole in my pocket dropped
a rock in your shoe the first step of our journey
multiplied by a million or two
for all the days weeks and years and entire lives spent alone
like that hound down by the river gnawing eons off the bone
there would come the day you'd come swimming home
like a ship needs an ocean there’s got to be some sand
I was the sweat in the palm of your hand
rubbed dry now theres no need to wonder
what the future will bring cause you and me
we got a yin yang thing

people see us and say

what are they doing together

they don't understand

I'm your soulmate not your fella

I may look like a storm

but you got a real nice umbrella

what is it about us,

how'd we know it was meant to be?

you go on all night about lives in past centuries

how the wolfchild met the maiden

and they somehow eternally braided

honey all you got to say is

its a yin yang thing

Chris Sullivan 1986

PeaceKittens
Verse by Kasey Mohammad

Works in Progress

Go Tyrannosaurus Go

50,000 years a-go she went away
now they got recombined DNA
I said go Tyrannosaurus go
go Tyrannosaurus go

She got 6 inch teeth like razorblades
might be livin in the Everglades
all the scientists don't know what to do
this ain't no animal you keep in a zoo
I said go Tyrannosaurus go

Now they can lead her to the quicksand
but she won't sink
she's not stupid she just can't think

If we had her in the valley of the Bamiyan
those tall Buddha's would still stand
I said go Tyrannosaurus go

Old Fort Knox Kentucky
never seemed quite right to me
Send her on down to the Amazon
to keep those loggers from makin logs

Maybe its time us citizens
sent her to the House of Representatives
I said go Tyrannosaurus go
go Tyrannosaurus go

She's the lawyer I'll appoint
to argue my case before the state
have a few Supreme Court Robes
go Tyrannosaurus go

Don Curran Chris Sullivan 1984

They said he was just a clown on his way down

in a midget suit with a bloody nose and he was crying Roz

I want to show you

my New Fedora

Is that 10,000 songs in your pocket

or are you just glad to seize me

when the Terror goes orange

I start fucking like a bunny

Apple computer you boned me

Goodwill Sulawasi Cupertino

Think that's a coincidence

But there's a fine Indian Buffet Restaurant

On Stevens Creek Boulevard

Sorry I can't help but stare

Is that 1500 songs in your pocket?

Maybe I could play on your big 12 gig mp3

of the Blues

Suck on your big 12 gig WAV format

of the Blues

Big 12 gig sony minidisc 8-track

of the Blues

Write a little code for

Sulawesi sweater shopping Silhoutte

Groovin like crystal meth I got mine

Jack Big 40 gig mp3 FM Transmitter

of the blues

oh yeah yeah yeah yeah

It Loves you yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

With a big 12 gig mp3 compression format like that

IN NOPE WE JUST

2007-05-15T19:20:00.000-11:00

URGENCY OF The COUNTY MANAGER the OFFICER:

Everybody talks about the Bulletin here, in the north,

we took "in the shorts" of "biblical proportions" ---

if I, Redstate Emergency County Manager may so

"inch 44 of flight of holy historical snow of snows"

snapped in half telephone posts blocking hundreds of

proceeding to work persons in their gore-text garments

up here it is "work or coerce" banks of mortal snow 5000

stopped all - telephone pole, 1000 transports of ground

community insulation and cut the force with 10.000 bits.

FOR YOUR George INFORMATION of TROUSERS of

MANAGER of HELP of the Bush COUNTY did not come.

FEMA?. NOPE WE just DISSOLVE SNOW FOR WATER.

Nobody howls. Nobody Curse. On or Off TV. Everyone had to

go WE JUST CROSSED OUR LEGS AND HELD IT NOPE

WE JUST YELLOWED SNOW FOR WATER

Nobody blamed the government. Jesse Jackson or

Al Sharpton were not lynched. Our Dental Floss Tycoon

(Dynamo Hum) did not come. Our mayor did not blame

Bush or fire any crony person. Our manager of help of the

county did not even have the phone call.

Our governors did not blame Bush or call our Goons.

CNN, ABC, CBS, Fox = NOBODY our citizens of hatred CRIMES

bashed no homosexual about the snowstorms of category 5.

Nope, we just repealed the 14th amendment.

Nobody Person demanded 2000 $ line of liquor-store credit.

FEMA. Nobody flew. Nobody - I wanted to say that nobody the

government of request made with something.

Nobody Larry King Nobody Invoice o' Rielly,

Nobody Oprah, nobody Chris Mathews nobody Reverse of

Geraldo. Nor graced by the Penn of summer, Barbara Striesand

Nobody type of Hollywood said Hello, let us help melt

snow is water. Yup we éviscéré dead cattle to crawl inside

and remain hot. Dred Scott did not drive SUV rescue truck

covered to swallow apart from snow the car.

NOBODY the manager of truck drew the person apart from the

bank from snow, did not ask for the penny. The Terrorist

NELSON MANDELA did not come. The local restaurant made

food and the police station remanded donuts and the firemen

got fun flitting tickles you know where sliding down poles.

So, we watched a little pornography. Just because Fireman

with hairy protruding belly performs orally for my penile

gratification DOES NOT make me,

Anonymous Internet County Emergency Manager, gay.

Nope we just put fire at the furnace out of wood, had the

lantern of coal oil extraction or the lantern of Coleman.

We invest in the external layers of clothing because here it is

"work or dive dumpster".

NOBODY AND I MEAN NOBODY awaited a certain

government of ENTITLEMENT VICTIM assertion trade votes

for "sittin at homechecks" ' sittin on the bank in the snow,

wastin time" I got news for you better can darn well do what

10 people tell you to do T-Bone BEEFSTEAK of FOODSTAMP

SOCIAL ASSISTANCE CADILLIAC SLUT (13 children!) of

CHICAGO of programme of relief of social assistance

- ASK REAGAN.

Seen one strange fruit hangin from the poplar tree...

NOBODY I want to say that NOBODY initiates a

Presidential campain in Philidelphia Mississippi.

Even if the snow of flight of the category "5" of the many

business trips I have taken, I note once you obtain 48 latitudes

North, social problems evporate 90%. Coincidence Caucasian

Population 95%? I grant maybe 5% White Trash;

whadaya gonna do?

At least it seems that way to me, Nope we just smelted lead

for the hell of it. Perhaps Certain Personnel will receive the

news the "world does not owe you sittin at home checks"

2007-05-08T16:39:00.000-11:00

Fester does not know what "pet" is but a free lunch

Notes Toward Fester

2007-05-01T08:36:00.000-11:00

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I try to imagine, What If

Fester was affectionate?

Somewhere, somehow something must have kicked him around some...

He does not like the domestic colonization program known as The Bowl...

It is a ruse, a banana peel on the path to slippery slope...

Just spread it out on the stoop.

I like the way he waits around out back

takes naps on my basketballs

feels free to enter the kitchen

will take a walk all the way to my den

turn around, has even a hint of the paunch

I paused at the grocery store - cat-nip?

Look at me. Please Fester, Please

play with me, alight yourself on the table

take nuzzle, have a scratch -

Fester has none of that - inter species benefaction

is one thing, and one way, and that's all

How will Fester survive without me

What if the meatheads next door let their cat killing dog loose again

Maggie, its called

Cull you Maggie, mirthless slayer of Pretty Boy

2007-05-01T07:48:00.003-11:00

Invited 100 people to

Sit down in the Photo-Booth

and face a moment of truth:

what is your relation to

the Mysterious Beautiful Woman

what did she know and when

did she know it, just you

and Leonardo, spanning

the eyes unbrowed the nose

the mouth the centuries the

hand resting so...my hand has

has never wrested so empty or fine

I can definitely do the Part

Foreheads down pat, down

cast no I am hideous no

I can not so your tongue

breaks the surface of re-

pose the eyes bulge I

scream I was never once always

this fine they laughed

we whispered behind

your back he tied me up

she fed us broth the earth

rose up to smite thy face

it grew - honeysuckle and grin

what's her secretion?

Complexity loves Surplus

Cornucopia hates Scarcity

I won you famed me

I lost you joined a mob off

with his head fed to worms

crawled in so we burnt him

and we stoned her we flung them

off the bridge waited till dark

to dig up your grave, for Cadavers

Sake, made gilded frames

for sacred rooms, of the Empire

commissioned polyester uniforms

for Filipina security guards

who could have given Leonardo

Trouble - Luzviminda coulda

made him drop his brush, first

cousin of Truth - he thought

bet I know

what she likes to do; no

discernable likeness in that;

one of these faces deposited more

within the finished in two minutes

gelatin silver emulsion on paper

than most, a genuine

residence of soul

kind, compassionate, generous, noble

that is the truth

2007-04-25T17:25:00.000-11:00

Front of the W.G.I.Market on North Claiborne at Desire in New Orleans,

that is about to reopen - the artist is Lionel Williams, who "passed during the storm"

Lionel's paintings of Miller and Kool, oaf of bread and eggs;

Lays and Reeses and Skittles indistinguishable from Peanut M&M's

Milk & the onomatopoetic Donut, liter of Big Shot, so what

if he mailed in the Pizza, and the Burger

for the W.G.I. Market on Claiborne at Desire

We Got It - paintings that make me want for nothing but the day

Lionel is known, in New York, Berlin, Tokyo...

Learn More About Lil Romeo

2007-04-20T19:19:00.000-11:00

one day collected signs

framed nothing but blue

sky and wire and dreams

of services to supply

EXHIBITION OPPORTUNITY FOR

VISUAL ARTISTS IN NEW ORLEANS

evacuations and pure frail threads of incipience -

and doom - probable as these rectangles will never fit the wantings to come,

and no welder or translucent plastics sign manufacturer can save them -

from these notions, so works will be destroyed, rendered unto the pig iron

forgot sure as wheels await to rush and roll on, and so to will I,

and my fleeting single of startling a gliding tern for having climbed

a tall cliff face to sit on a sheltered perch of shale facing the pacific -

it did a double take, for my kind just wasn't seen around there, I think -

a high water mark eleven years gone and I

am well on my way to be done

No after-life wants to recognize itself as such, so

I thought, I am hungry

seeing the familiar and it triggered -

a feeling, a question-mark - an indecision - a burden - a gnawing -

certain possibilities must be preserved - and

there was no waiting - that was for sure - now there's a bargain, okay

I turned - into the parking lot, and

drive-thru lane but what?

Its a fast-food line easy and intolerable as anything but 1-2-3 what -

but - I don't

know

and that

May I Please Take Your Order

arrives the moment you pause

At the Menu

chockfull of tenders and jalepeno poppers and frings and

southwestern ranch jalapas triple sourdough "bacon cheese" chocolate "shake"

What am I doing here? It is not alright to backup or actually read and consider

these choices, about what to eat while driving a car, the smell of Frings®

(No Ideas But French Fries and Onion Rings)

will betray this inner cringing nadir of self for weeks -

I do not have the answer is Number 7 a Root-Beer -

feel deficient not for the lack of $5.20 but for Food

Faster than I - like these little waitings that make me consider

and appreciate better the decor and comforts of my car -

cup-holders and carpet, contoured dash with niche for quarters -

My wish for cashier relationships that go deeper, and could linger

this transaction has always seemed too much too soon -

none of that here, off of Tulane Avenue -

a little of what all the time in the world is like

to peruse the menu of 48 inch florescent backlighting tubes

peer into this window full of murk and darkness swallowing

poor tallow pushing polyester ghosts - including those of you

who cannot stand the paltry raise I got and you did not

and condemn it is unfair I should be docked

so I take these unmolested car lengths

in lanes of parched concretes starved for hot oil drippings

and sips of ethylene glycol and wait

What composes the poetic of this Lane

the Admonishments of Notice Signs

posted along the fence bordering the Drive-Thru

I know the stuff of a major motion picture - finally

Time to talk, unmonitored by the clockwatch

holding no other hulk of rolling business to do metal up

still and not like you left it

Alright

2007-03-26T05:55:00.000-11:00

2007-03-24T06:23:00.000-11:00

Trust of the human is not what got Fester where he is today - but - he does expect to be supported in the manner to which he's become accustomed, and has adopted a relaxed position between meals at the first step inside my doorway. But this is as close as he's come to my hand in a year of coaxing.

Mild Mannered Feral Stray By Day, Fester Turns

2007-03-20T16:11:00.000-11:00

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2007-03-19T10:19:00.000-11:00

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About the Author before and after shaving Posed w/ Mirror -

that this vantage, of looking up at the convex parking lot mirror, is a kind one

to the old visage, how it thins, smooths and straights - this mirror is not made

for preening or close inspection

but for human beings to look out for one another!

and that is what makes for the kindly view and who among us could not use

a few of these? And posing questions is said to be the job of a good artist -

I suppose that will be mine and carry on

with the kindly plastic convex parking lot

mirrorupward looking portrait

2007-03-09T14:11:00.000-11:00

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- His name is Finn, after his inadvertent suicide by popcorn bag relative

Oh, mental image of Albany:

- pavement is in front of Jimmy Bean's on Gilman where I ate a hamburger to

What a pleasant echo

Excuse me Ma-am, but all I need is .86 cents to get to Vallejo

- to no begging activity whatsoever.

- eating glucosamine

joints

- chondroitin,

?

- msm

?

I think as we walk that if he lives a normal lifespan that I'll be in my 60's when he is an old dog.

I'll be an old dog too. So I've been walking farther and

- grapeseed extract

got to be good!

- fish oil

ever see a RocknRoller up on stage swiggin Flax Seed Oil? Jonathan!

- and co-q-10

Immune and longevity

No cigs for over a month, either.

collect all your social security -

I am expected to suffer for having been

a depressive

b a billionheiress

c a lifelong beautiful islander

d a bodyguard of Trotsky

e Roger explains the Tribulum in Deb's house -

heavy earth smoothed wood planks with scores of sharp narrow rocks channeled into it -

for wheat threshing and earth plowing -

and to administer punishments back in the day of Imperial Rome -

They'd lay you down

They'd drag it over

you got a Tribulation

I thought you might like the baby twins

who among us does not like a story like that -

though I am suspicious - "Apparently"

of the heroic nurse intervening against

the single incubator not covered by insurance Doctors -

I happen to like Western Medicine, thank you very much.

Tell you something else a little barehanded-ly eaten 64 ounce Porterhouse

never hurt anyone - this beef eats plenty of wheatgrass itself

I am not drinking that stuff

you want elixers?

"there was a time when I painted everything green"

Enter the elevator at the United Nursing Home for the Aged Inc,

Kramer Pavilion, New Rochelle, New York and push simultaneously

buttons Close Door and 4; notice right shoe untied and decide, though I know

it is wrong, to tie it right there. Still a squat as the door opens

to a wrapped stumped right ankle pointing straight at me, a wheelchair

elevated leg I can barely for the breath closing shudder I get look

at the poor grey person it is attached to, I feel indicted and flee down the florescent

yellow and brown corridor, once white floor, that seems to sit immodestly

on my chest as it enters my eyes, nose detects a mixture of disinfectant,

of urine, faint here, pace quickening strong there, we might not be so averse

to outside its dismal permeation, we are foremost containers of fluids bound

to leak. Television and Tourette-ish shrieks and ulations lash through the

hall and raise hair on my neck, as an insistent intravenous pump alarm pounds

for 10 minutes before one of the 8 workers tending the 46 people on this ward

appears to turn it off, about how long I wait outside room 454's door while

Uncle Bed is being tended by his nurse.

18 Months ago he was 180 lbs with a crushing handshake I'd take while

searching his 85 year old face for a 10th of the wrinkles on my 48.

There was a fall, a broken neck, then neuropathy and the inability to

swallow. Now a tube feeds his stomach, and others drain his wastes.

He's lost 60 lbs and my first step in his room is sure I've entered the wrong one.

His hair has finally gone white, but the handshake is still strong if brief and

delivered with a smile, and his face remains barely creased.

Nurse De-De finishes her work and Uncle Bud thanks her - as much with his

eyes. She moves forward to touch his shoulder tells him to just call when he

needs her.

- How are you doing Uncle Bud.

Which is like peering at a blizzard and asking if its cold.

But its important to be normal and ask.

Dorothy, his partner of 67 years, says he's not a complainer.

Bud says he's doing alright and asks me how is New Orleans, and I give him

a good report on the city in ruins that's made me feel right at home, gave me

sinewy arms swinging demo hammers and pushing sheet-rock screws into 150

year old cypress beams in houses that I mention would delight his son Jeffrey,

a builder in Colorado...

- Have you seen the Addition since he finished it?

- No, he was just starting it when I left.

- That's a big house now.

- And Emily's having twins - He'll wonder if he made enough bedrooms.

Bud grins at this. Generation he won't see,

The House is another matter - he's been there once and can't quite envision

changes made to the house - how the new family room or den is entered,

what happened to the laundry room, and the like, so we go over these changes,

and it is a comfort to have this subject - we don't have a lot of experience

in common, but this, and Bud's recollection remains tack sharp,

so that doorways that have been enlarged, and walls that have been moved

can be talked about precisely, and these are important pictures -

2007-03-01T12:57:00.000-11:00

Corners seen in the manner of Gay Outlaw

California Street (about 9th ave) San Francisco

somethin' extra

2007-02-23T18:24:00.000-11:00

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Wijarn in Nakon Si Thammarat 22 November 1988

We stood on the bridge and he said

"Time, and water, wait for no man"

it kept raining, 24 inches in 24 hours...

Narm Toom...

The Once Every 13 Years Flood

Now Emily's Twins are Triplets...

2006-12-15T00:42:00.000-11:00

There was a payphone here once, at about 5:30 pm October 17 1989.

I was walking around in a dazed wonder. Like most people.

At 5:04, I had just stepped out of a barbers chair, handed over 10 dollars

and the shaking started. The old guys sitting in wait for haircuts looked

at eachother like calm corroborating Richter Scale Assesors 3.2? 4.1? 5.3? -

not quite impressed enough to get up from their chairs.

I cut to the entrance doorway, recalling these were supposed to be safe;

then I noticed it was surrounded by plateglass.

So jumped out as it felt like a great whip cracked and boomed Geary Street -

it all took a hop and I saw parked cars bouncing.

After that just a dazed aimless claims adjustor sighted pedestrian -

finally meeting neighbors, alarms and smoke rising in the distance,

joining little knots of people around radios reporting possibly hundreds

dead where the Bay Bridge had collapsed, fearing to enter my apartment,

considering aftershocks.

Here at Geary and 22nd, saw a line of people waiting to use the phone,

including a young woman I had found hard not to notice since her arrival

in the neighborhood at the health food store some months before.

Now her face was so fierce with concern, and governing her upset -

I was transfixed, and supposed this could only relate to man she knew

who was a regular user of the Bridge at this time.

I'd find out later she was waiting to dial her parents 3000 miles away

in East Longmeadow, and even get to see the phone she called...

Letters of David 9-25

2006-12-14T23:52:00.000-11:00

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9-25-97

Dear Mr Manley,

Disregard the other
drawings I gave of my
midget sawmill concept.
They were not complete
enough to envision the whole
concept.

I have enclosed a better
more detailed drawing of one
of my other ideas of a limb
cutting sawmill. I still have
one more concept to work on.

Engineers will have to
figure out the gear ratios
for the gear so as to saw the
limbs effiecently. Also
the location of the gears +
gearbox.

I also had an idea on
how to decorate the plain
end of a house that has
an A roof. See drawings.

Best Wishes

David Burkhart

9-25-95

Side View

Bar to hold limbs Saw blade Wood extension table

Gear Teeth in Bar 12-16 foot woodtable on top of Steel spark plug wire

Motor

Steel Frame and Saw

end view of

slide bar + table

spikes hold limbs on end thick iron stops hold jaw clamp

roller roller holds bar

body of bar

Roller gear teeth on bottom

Letters of David Burkhart - 9-22

2006-12-13T15:08:00.000-11:00

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1:20 AM Monday 9-22-97
Carriage House

Dear Mr Manley,

I already put my other letter to you in the mail
box, So, I'm writing another.

A different idea came to
mind that may start a new
Raleigh business for some-
one. It is a spin off of an
idea I gave you when
we talked.

Have "face bricks" made
inscribed with words
similar to these "Souvenir
Brick of the State Capitol of N. Carolina"

Advertise these regularly
on the coast and also west
of Raleigh. Sell these
Souvenir bricks for $2.95
or $3.95 each plus $3 shipping
and handling. You may
also want to sell these
wholesale to gift shops
around the state.

Over

2

Get bids from different
brick manufacturers to
bake these bricks for you
by the thousand.

I'm not sure what
the cost of bricks are by
the thousand now. When
I was contracting in
the 1950's and 1960's the
cost of bricks was less
than $50 a thousand.

Things have gone up
to about 5 times as
much now, so face
bricks may cost $250.00
a thousand. Brick Makers
will try to charge more
for souvenir bricks.

Even if they charge you
$300 a thousand that is
only .30 apiece. You pay
.30 and sell it for 3 or 4
dollars, thats good profit.

You may want to make
Bricks for Biltmore and
also Nags Head. David

P.S. You may have a better imprint
in mind. Get a design patent.
Call John Mills P.A. Wake Forest

2006-12-09T16:51:00.000-11:00

This Weblog Earth

we blog

and we blogged

that summer - walks on the url I want to thank you for blogging me

the most one der full sommer

of MY life

blogger get angry blogger get said

give me the biggest post I ever had

remember how my blog never injured the body in text ever, too?

how many of we blogsers can tap that line

me, you of course, and there is no Father of Our Web-log Earth

fur gender does not blog

he injured the body a lot in text web-log

you'd think oh I'm reading a nice interesting talented series of weblog sentences,

web-log paragraphs, all timedated and everything - and then!

oh I'll never forgive this sudden brutal traumatic injuring of the body

in text of his, period. That's all. Its just sleazy its mean and what This

Weblog Earth needs that?

Stephen never injured the body in any text - someday, somehow, somewhere

a change will take place and people will notice

I think after that summer, the most wonderful summer

of this my we-blog earth, I had to replace my phone and it took pictures

and text messages - I saw the writing on the screen so to speak

for this old weblog earth. I wanted to get out in front of this telephone

operator technology, the revolutionary technological field leveling

social discourse distribution apparatus aspect, and This Weblog Earth

became This Telephonist Earth. Talk about Comments Enabled!

And our we-blogging just seems as quaint as a polaroid

Oh I miss the polaroid and somehow all this instantaneous hookup

I just want to This Web-log like we used too. Remember the voices

and the fervors? Remember the sudden all caps pronouncements

and the "live" mp3's of moon landing re-enactments, or were they?

and the euphonies, the haunted kurtz like euphonies - our we-blogger

friends at we-bloggerheads? Our furnished comment box waiting rooms

with messages one of our we-bloggers needed a fast pass renewal and

prescription services - and the Meetings of This We-bloggers Earth,

published schedules and addresses and crosswalks taken-in-community?

Gosh darn potluck banjo fiddling inhibition removing refreshment drinking

genial meetings how essentially charectarized by the hand taking and

patient, gracious Listening? The custom of bringing handmade cassete

mixtapes with the latest - how I was taken during my Property Handblood

Clotting Thing phase as somehow not an injurer of the body in speech -

all on the track record of my This Weblog Earth with its copious release

poppyseed textual equivalent ellipsi feeds and mystical blue pore links,

you got some pores don't you, put them pores on the screen

right now yeah I want to thank you forgiving me the most one day full

of my life

shoot

dang

double darnit!

you - were so good to me This Weblog Earth

All I was was cackley static turned up too loud

you didn't shush or ridicule my inattention to textual detail for christmas

just clicked, shrugged, maybe there'd be something good tomorrow

all those old tomorrows of ours

pull at me tonight like an illustrated this we blog earth-roll of oars

back to that most onederful blog-season

of my life

maybe we could have some reunion blogs!

bye now

2006-11-15T07:56:00.000-11:00

Demos Take House
Red Eats Macaca Shit
(OXFORD MISSISSIPPI) Though the Young Trouba-
dour Jake wouldn't dream of sporting a goatee in this
or any nearby decade, Tuesday's defeat of a fat headed
noose worshiping racist Senator from Virginia - a dim
bulb coward of a dope's contempt for the first Onomato-
poetic of Politics, Stupid - while All of We the Macaca
may be fooled Some of the Time, and Some of We the
Macaca can be fooled All of the Time, All of We the
Macaca cannot be fooled All of the time - and Jake's
25 birthday was mostly spent doing backflips at the
just come-uppance of a Meat-Head, and the discovery
of a "you-tube" video placing Former Secretary of De-
fense Rumsfeld squat dawg at the center of a torrid, if
sordid, Meth fueled Three-Way with Pastor Haggard
and a buff young dealer of dope and "massage" Mr. Smith...

2006-10-08T10:47:00.000-11:00

Yes, houses are more buoyant than cars.

My eyes get tired. Lifting a 35-mm camera - barely.

I should have a ladder, instead a shrug to raise the lens.

More Black History Art from the Delta Super Market, Florida Street,

upper 9th Ward.

Louis Armstrong, Arthur Ashe, Jackie Robinson,

Martin Luther King, Thurgood Marshall, Coretta Scott King,

Ella Fitzgerld.

And a pair of Dalmatians.

National Guard Humvee passes by - relief I probably won't have to die for this.

Lines will converge, such poor pictorial diction.

Disaster Porn. In a wasteland, eyes dart to the site of another-

what's your narrative?

Or the F you doing here.

I was going to put these wasted underperforming billboards to work,

and champion stories of the common mortal men women and children

washed away from these parts. Now trees weeds and grasses overgrow,

the air still stings my skin and - my eyes are red, and tired.

I'm going to find some air conditioning in the Quarter and read a newspaper

from some other town - its important to get away.