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bleed your food
Together, with the palms of my hands and the intelligent moon, we drew the outlines of horses in the dirt and watched them balloon up and grow skin and muscle. We cut them with knives to be convinced of their possession of blood. Then we ate our conjured horses. It was savagery in its purest [...]
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mime twin
mime twin
we gave the earth a worn down feeling like being rubbed all over with the cream of the apocalypse. We tarred and feathered the surfaces of the lakes and oceans. the water boiled underneath its new skin. my twin is a mime, silent, and owner of conjoined twin dogs. with her soundless mouth she [...]
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I smelled the apocalypse coming and I ran like a rat with pearl in her mouth. I smelled the apocalypse coming and I ran like a rat with copper in her mouth. I smelled the fire coming and I ran like a rat with wire through her tongue. My elephant waits for me next to [...]
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i want your temperature
tonight i don’t feel well. but i know i’ll feel better in the morning because i always feel better in the morning. something about sleep is so healing. i want you to be here with me so i can show you how much someone needs to listen to me. i have so much to say. [...]
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gray days
i have writers block. i’ve always had it. since the beginning. and it just got worse. i got worse. as i got better i got worse. the time between pages grew longer. the pauses between words stretched out forever. it feels good to say it: i have writers block. or i have some kind of [...]
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kirk says, after having explained to him the nature of an amusement park planet created by a highly evolved species: the more complex the mind the greater the need for the simplicity of play.
i like that.
episode: “shore leave”
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which is to destroy logic
this morning i submitted work to an art gallery in brooklyn. i shall know within the next couple of weeks if my work has been accepted into the show. maybe tomorrow. maybe even tonight. i really don’t know.
i submitted two sound works. one called rabbit redux (a reworked and advanced version of another piece i [...]
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location, location, location
i think i’ve come away from 2008 with very few memories. i didn’t really change positions or locations too often. i think that’s why i don’t have many childhood memories. i remember spending my summer vacations inside my apartment in new york. i don’t know if i ever left until it was time to go [...]
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introduction
i was introduced to the world
and the introduction continues.
do you understand why i have a lack of ears and eyes to open up to…
because i don’t want to move out into the world, i don’t like it very much.
i want people to come into mine
but you’d have to be willing to navigate the veins of [...]
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pour your body out (7354 cubic meters)
pipilotti rist
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upon retiring
Not much unlike the smell of a cow nursing its calf on a grassy knoll somewhere on the surface of the moon. If you concentrate hard enough you will be taken there.
The rivers rushing with bile. The moon, a scoop of curdling cream. Your bruised face healing like water vaporizing on a hot sheet of [...]
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i’m in love with a physicist
he doesn’t exist,
because i’m delusional,
exactly how i want to be,
living in a dreamworld,
fantasy,
like fruit picked from a tree,
i can pluck from any imaginary world i want,
i want a physicist,
he’s got a research job,
he makes a lot of money,
he pays the rent,
because i write and make art,
i don’t make money,
he drinks whiskey,
he doesn’t drink whiskey,
not a [...]
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i wish my family was strong enough to walk away and turn our backs on this christmas holiday. we don’t gather for god, gifts, or family. what are we doing? we’d feel the relief that we’re all yearning for if we just stopped and opened ourselves up into our own paths. a path of familiar [...]
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residue
when will i peel away all the costumes
and what will i find: puppeteer? farmer? astrophysicists? lover of trapeze?
i’ve been bending for a while towards the language but as if i haven’t
passed through it completely. when does this light bend again?
or can i rely on the archaic fluids of opportunity to open me into halves…
two members [...]
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and, yes, the dreamy idealist
Dreamy Idealist (DI)
Dreamy Idealists are very cautious and therefore often appear shy and reserved to others. They share their rich emotional life and their passionate convictions with very few people. But one would be very much mistaken to judge them to be cool and reserved. They have a pronounced inner system of values and [...]
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this world is an illusion
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i can only smell it, humanity
it must have something to do with support or lack of support or because the number of black spots on the walls of my blood-pumping heart is growing rapidly. small heart attacks. i’m healthy. i’ve been eating well. i take care of myself as much as i can. but every time i trip up, slip [...]
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my goodness, i’ve been such neglectful fingers as much has been extending in my thoughts and ambitions:
i’ve decided to go study with the artists and writers. i’ve found five places in all sections of the country. they call it graduate school. and i, so academically challenged and hysterical, must cut my long [...]
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bark removed
i often think of your face. i was on a yellow boat today and i sat with eyes closed and skin and muscle as loose as they can be during these psychological times. the wind was good, the rocking pleasant, i saw the exact mathematical shape of each wave in my head as [...]
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i’m writing again and having writer’s block again.
my body continuously changes from solid to gas and back to solid again.
sometimes i am moth-like and bitter in my intentions when i am cutting open cocoons.
i am trying to stop but apparently it is as addictive as heroin.
the heaviness sill lingers.
i don’t know if i’ve ever had [...]
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my italian dreams
my first night in italy i dreamt about me and my family being tortured and killed by men who had broken into our business shop. I woke up sobbing. I got out of bed and walked around, looked out of my large window at the small italian street then got back in bed [...]
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as i looked through all the writing i had written in the past five years i was of course nauseated but i felt something that i didn’t know i would feel: a complete lack of connectedness with my own words…
there were hundreds of lines on love and lust; lots of heat coming from the earth, [...]
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oh limp unimpressive world, i can’t eat the food on your shelves. i’m convinced i have to become something recognizably extraordinary or i will melt, flatten, pan-cake style, the ability to contort and twist ripped from my form–
little balloons deflating in my stomach, like infant lungs taken under a rolling pin. and [...]
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