Multipost, improvisation, drawing, dollar poems, chalk, death threat redux, links, etc, as I feel like


Today, free at HBC Chenoweth


Listen to Improvisation 5-16-2017 by conspiritech #np on #SoundCloud

The threat has been re-sent, exactly the same essentially, but no “via:” this time, instead, “Mailed by:” which the front page says is a mail escort service. Do not know if this is an attempt to get me to take it as less sincere psyops, or more sincere threat (like “we can pay someone to do this”). Either way, it’s still utterly unclear what they want me to not do, nor what my sister possibly could have done, not who is speaking. 117 pm eastern. Some but not all details at:
(in the comments) Planning a more in depth story about this essentially when I feel like it.

I feel comfortable among the many eyeballs, as I am well rooted here and have spoken of this much already.

[edit: sound cloud thing does work even in wordpress app, if you FIRST click ‘listen in browser’ THEN play.]

Undefined Operat(ors)(ives)(ions)

0425171806The picketers in the dream were rock-solid – a rock crusher was brought in. Unmoved, the Raven of Stars began xyr¹ dance. The fires were aglitter in all the cities, towns, villages, & hamlets, on all the continents. While we had taken into account to be no wise certain, we were also quite sure, !- but excuses, excuses, excuses; a doumbek lent us rhythm, while our hearts lent us melody, in a landscape made of candy crystals, also, overall, there was an aura of tomfoolery & intransigence; a jot for a nickel, & an embassy for your thoughts. While None to the others played the pan pipes of luminosity, at the same time the lines laid down by the mega-piccolo were shot through with the skittling of unsuspected leafy green intellects -/( )~ As the interrupts got persnickety, so the ranged hordes of gnomic sages guffawed & ballyhooed, bringing down the massive walls of Salt Lake City by the clarity of their ceaselessness and causelessness. A poniard of ring-tailed deceit & chattering treachery was slapped out of a hand, and a basilisk cooed under the masseuses thumb.

¹ had written ‘xe’s’, not knowing the gender-free possessive(s), but looked it up a minute ago

Got the submission for the M.A. Hadley Prize done 45 minutes under the wire 2 nights ago. There was not time for second drafts, but sometimes, a compressed timeline can produce far better work far quicker than endless time to dither, fret, slack, & revise. Cut from the tail of this poem: “!e(to the pi power), spin up, spin down” ; wordpress offers superscript 1-4 in the special characters, but does not have a superscript function to make any character an exponent. a workshop I took in November, the instructor said that much of her work with students is knocking off endings that the writer has tried to pin on, an awkward bow to bring closure. I’ve been writing on index cards — sometimes a forced end can distort where you were trying to go, but most times, it is easier to just tie the fucker off at an arbitrary boundary. The running-out-of-space of the card alerts your mind to wrap it the fuck up, easily; trust in the process, trust in your deep mind.




Both of the drawings are currently pinned up, free for the taking & signed, at the local Heine Bros Coffee bulletin board; advantage to those who know where I live ..

the chalk thing, people often walk by, I know from my front window. But if you put them at bus stops, they will be noticed. there are also 1/4 page printouts of Self Concept Commutative Telegrams x0001,Atemporal Pisky Topologies, Simple (unpublished) on that bulletin board.

Brushes and Book

Maybe if you want to make a book
Based around those drawings
You should be looking at them every day
Instead of every few months
As you cart them foolishly around
Imagining your ex roommate will turn up
And steal/destroy them out of spite
Though all my paint brushes are still gone