chatter

Mona Hatoum, Deep Throat, 1996. table, chair, television set, glass plate, fork & knife, water glass, laser disc & player

This feels influenced…
in the same way as
believing in tomorrow
is a predictive narrative.
Futures become quid pro quo
throbbing, mid-life lust.
Fog pushes inland, offshore swells.
Well-earned suspicions form furious
visceral optimized expectations,
soaked in publicly circulating emotions
from day-trading warlocks and wardens.
Waste is fantasy. Plastic generations
replace curiosity with optimism, a commodity.
Hoarding ironically creates emptiness.
Ask any aspiring millionaire.
Habitual behavior now discounted reward.

going all the way

unrequited OKCupid inquiry (January 2015)

one hundred hours spent
+ one hundred hours taken
= affectual transactions

a certain level of suffering
is required to earn a dollar
I put enough here to fill that hole

Hard learning

“These are my Confessions and if I say nothing in them it’s because I have nothing to say.” —Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

Seconda Emerging, Barry Stone, 2015

is to know where the bones are buried.
Synonym: institutional allegiance.
Why is risk so often in your mouth?
Your answer, “That’s where the desire swells.”

It’s true the end of a river is also a mouth.
Waves form unnoticed. We tell each other stories—
unanswered questions worth more conceptually.
Wanting words that hold their form
both as concrete nouns and confluent verbs.

No subject is stable you often tell me.
Following the principle of least astonishment
is probably how we got here.
The living room pictures hang crooked
from the last noticeable earthquake.

Lesson: survival is a false dichotomy.

carry the message

“What use having a great depth of field, if there is not an adequate depth of feeling?”
—W. Eugene Smith

Barbara Kruger, The Globe Shrinks (video still), 2010

The park’s grass is ankle deep,
again. Promises of everlasting life
continue to hold their sway.

It’s 2021, and I just learned
gold seeks gold.
Bounty hunters still scheming.

When will the rich suffer equally?
Is that even the right question?
Forests burn to their crowns
while babies drown in basement apartments.
What frequency will you hear
the trees screaming? Repeat yourself.

The neighborhood birds continue to sing
their morning songs. We must still be ok,
for now? Surrender—then acceptance—or
is it the other away around?

Certainty needs urgency
to keep it potent.
Embody your devotion.
Watch the ocean replicate.

All those Sunday sermons
soaked deep within.
Knowing, that convinced feeling.
Accuracy a worthy reliquary.
Be an animal, again.