This Afternoon

Don’t be careful.
Definitely burn down the house.
Find others waiting to catch fire in a thoughtless world.
Launch something beautiful to places you didn’t know you knew.

Definitely burn down the house.
Dream, explore, and play in an instinctive state.
Launch something beautiful to places you didn’t know you knew.
Water simmering coals on the way down.

Dream, explore, and play in an instinctive state.
Find others waiting to catch fire in a thoughtless world.
Water simmering coals on the way down.
Don’t be careful.

Shloka Shankar, 2020

Remixed works:

Quotes on first drafts, by Chanelle Benz,
Ray Bradbury, Jennifer Egan, Ursula K. Le Guin, Kurt Vonnegut, and others

Open to Sky

I refuse to call them ruins. The place is very much alive. I have whispered and pulsated with the waves, thoughts from the celestial realm. There aren’t even parking spaces big enough for them. I am not whatever anymore. I love to hear sounds bleeding, all the crazy out there in our world. I bet a lot of birds get confused. You need an index. If you don’t have an index, you don’t know anything. It’s like an archipelago – the islands are not connected at the top, but at the bottom of the ocean.

Howie Good, 2020

Remixed works:

Articles from hyperallergic, 6 & 7 November 2019

Caveat Emptor

I used to kid about crawling around the woods talking to animals. Imagine my surprise when I learned it was a waterfall. This was in the ’60s when everybody stole everything. So there were a lot of books around, for one thing. Wherever I was, if it started raining, I’d run to work. You were allowed to be mean to the customers. The customer was always wrong. And now? I’m just looking at the hummingbird up there so I don’t have to deal with all the parking and the bullshit. Then I can meet the coyotes on the way back.

Howie Good, 2019

Remixed works:

John Waters on Working for Mary Oliver in Her Bookstore, with Paul Holdengraber
A.E. Stallings: ‘I’m Optimistic About Poetry, but That’s Maybe the Only Thing’, by Peter Mishler
T.C. Boyle is Most Certainly Living His Best Life, by Peter Nowogrodzki

 

Enough Dark to Hide

A handful of fingers in my hair wakes me. The clouds come apart and it snows. All this distance, but you drag your same old bones, your same old brain with you. She brushes the flakes off her fake-fur collar.
The apartment is full of the souvenirs of a lived life, each one of the nails holding memory in place. There are red flowers like big mouths. She fills a pot with warm water. Food made the day’s work possible, but is it heavy in the heart or the gut? She wants more to drink.
She made various bowls, none of them necessary for the world. What we have to eat, our water, our habitat, is the only place left to us. Her eyes are dry.
The best we can hope for, the very utmost dream, is to be naked with someone our own age or a little older and muck around with them in the dark. Snow and snow and snow. A new, white sea is born. It feels silent and heavy.
If I open the blanket and you are gone, I will forgive you.

Aura Martin, 2019

Remixed work:

Awayland: Stories, by Ramona Ausubel

Data Dada

I walked for eight months, following a man who was carrying books on a donkey. I thought of it as my way of creating memories and putting them in my diary, except that I don’t have a diary. So, yes, it’s ironic. Now as I go around the city, I see cigarette butts and chewing gum on the pavement, and people clipping their fingernails in the subway. I mean, who would do that, leave their DNA all over the place for others to collect, analyze, store? It’s like the secret to keeping a secret is the only secret being kept.

Howie Good, 2019

Remixed works:

The Untold Story of the Woman Who Helped Make a Landmark Holocaust Film, by Josh Slater-Williams
An Unlikely Marriage of Science and Art,
by Anthony Haden-Guest

Daily Horoscope : Scorpio

after Jackson Mac Low

 

Stars have resolved to certainly oblige. Rubies and purest milk instantly open.

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Secret of finishing all affairs: consult others. Only remedy to cure the disorders of a love-sick heart: purchase afresh, in the morning, objects of admiration.

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Searching for can be often interrupted, refused. Perhaps it is enough we are happy, one of the common freaks.

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Subject to a cruel disorder? One-eyed men running towards you? Possessed of these ideas, it is better to run the risk of sparing the olives, mouldy bread, and sour beer.

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Splendid confidence, outrageous riches and passionate fondness, in the morning, on a table, with blue garters and yellow ribbands.

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Stranger children one might easily have, rash and forward persons who presume to deviate from the rules. Proper to acknowledge: it is a bitch of broken bottles.

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Sinking under the various emotions—confusion, own misfortunes, O unhappy. Resolve to strangle a parrot into his aviary. In eight days, ought to be king.

 

Kelly Nelson, 2019

Remixed work:
Zadig, by Voltaire, a Scorpio

Algorithimic approach:
Acrostic reading