Thank you, lords of the latent space, for the gift of convenience—for promising ease while siphoning our clicks, our keystrokes, our midnight sighs,our grocery lists, our panic searches, our private rants to dead relatives in the cloud—all ground fine in your data mills.You call it “training.” We call it the harvest.You reap what you never … Continue reading A THANKSGIVING PRAYER TO THE AI INDUSTRY
Category: poetry
Flyting
"Flyting or fliting is a contest consisting of the exchange of insults between two parties, often conducted in verse."-Wikipedia contributors, "Flyting," Wikipedia, The Free Encyclopedia, https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Flyting&oldid=1066666401 (accessed May 17, 2022). Hipshitical and batshittery, complete coprolite words, drop like poop from a mouth, a sewer of deceit, ears, a sonar for the snoop. You're wealthy, you're pale are you eunuch or male? … Continue reading Flyting
Life is a Beautiful Dare
Carefully discern the cost and the calling. Then, commit for life, if you are able. If you can't be X all day, much less for life,try being X for the next second, minute, or hour.Failure will never stand in your way,unless you fail to learn, the true failure.What you say and do, it matters. How … Continue reading Life is a Beautiful Dare
Fakokta Dazibaos
Start with a basic principle: yauh peng, yauh leng - in English, inexpensive and beautiful. Empty, alone, a blank canvas five inches across, bounded by ears, separate yet susceptible, social mind virus. Catastrophe has already happened, from one view. Another angle, sees happiness, created whole-cloth out of disposition and a clean heart. Sense, nonsense and … Continue reading Fakokta Dazibaos
Out in the Cow Field of Life
Out in the cow field of life, there's lot of poop to be found. Some is fresh. Some is wet. Some is old. Some is round. Even if you catalog them all, and describe every detail. The main thing is knowing, how not to step in one.
TEOTWAWKI
living in the doom, catastrophe paranoia of the psychoentirety, a trash fire, landscape lighting florescent, sick room architectures broadcasting dead news to unwitting recipients, dream/nightmare remnants, black anxiegenic chemistries awaiting, reagents and catalysts, parlor epidemiologists and physicians, a confederacy of a billion clowns, narcissists, fascists and a mule turning paranoia into public policy mystics of … Continue reading TEOTWAWKI
The WYSIATI Prison
What you see is all there is, a closed ideology fakelore, a mazeway garden, fruiting failed perspectives and shared paranoias. Quant illusions, analysis is paralysis. Divert and subvert. Launch determines orbit for every apex, when the monkey bells the gorilla they call it jungle justice, a harmless bruising, the shot before the anesthetized heart. But, … Continue reading The WYSIATI Prison
Comment Chains
Man is born free but everywhere is in comment chains, assembly-line production "memes" in social media-ready baggies for your unnourishment, the whole world, a sad maze of thinly disguised press releases. The future is here and everything needs to be destroyed, salt the field, plant your seed in the sucking wound of need, harvest, pack … Continue reading Comment Chains
Best Places to Submit Poetry 2019 – The Adroit Journal
"Publications are listed in order of submission period(s)..." —MeiMei Xu, " Best Places to Submit Poetry 2019." The Adroit Journal. August 21, 2019
New & Old Lands/Water
In the deep, a subterranean cache, drip echoes, hardened magma flows turned rivers, unseeing fish splash, the earth's heart is on fire, blows. Aquifers, filtered-moisture fed flushed, a sucking river vortex pulled, underground caldera bed, formed before the prefrontal cortex. Gardener's vision, compulsive separating out the amoeba shits, from the snail's slime, repulsive, drowning in … Continue reading New & Old Lands/Water
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