*created by modifying “glitchNES,” a ROM originally made by Don Miller (NO CARRIER), and using it with the Nestopia NES emulator.
–>A. J. Patrick Liszkiewicz
Tag: lit
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Untitled
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T Rex
SHE WAS GOLD
eating her
crisps in the
T Rex queue
awaiting
access ( like
accessing
the drear new
services )
to their lives
on the living line
there to pray
wars will end
for the young
sans glamour.
–>richie_fire -
Ghost Ballad
Ever since I got this job at the new riverboat casino downtown, I’ve been thinking about these Mississippi ghosts swirling their fingers in my mid-shift smoke. I’m the type of woman who’s thorough, so I’ve been spending Thursdays at the library on 14th street. You should see the microfiche they’ve got in there. [...]
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The Thing Tangible.
Triage ceremony. Current slaves are free; it was this image of empty lives that made a man die. Dust of the packed flesh and not flesh is spirit. Dust of the softball games. Examine the same five activities of the smelling flesh, doing something of a new mind in an age of gods.
Unmask down thyself. [...] -
WORD IS A FOUR-LETTER WORD
Not some flippant re-utterance.
Then when there with over sum four-let her wird.
Rot is this and that into something from within in
dirty, little unseen network of life that no sun
sees until up and atom. -
Keimer in Barbados: An Uncertain Principle
i
stool
predestined
horizontal / vertical man & man
ii
think of it as | something like
a gauze, or, in 3 dimensions,
a stiffened sponge
1) the fine grain, the quarky
waves in waves, jarring agaist
waves OILY & PANEGYRIC
these oiled & agonic
2) passed through smoke
smoke as an erasure
erasure as spiral swirl of Keimer
with flecked red devils
sparks
3) soap
We are the fallen
about [...] -
insurrection timeout: at the border with bryan
Bryan, you went into Mexico without a passport,
and now your eulogies stick out the brim
of my hat, spit stuck between bus schedules,
penciled in phonebook margins,
gas station donut paper.
I pretended to be a man so we could be true friends,
I traveled with you even though you walked with God saddling your skinny back like a knight, [...] -
Journey into the Egg
i) Research
A journey into the egg for newts in banal
landscapes and the wondrous beaver, mindless
of pitch and roll, fucks camber, enters
egg at egg-point, egg broadens shoulders
into acorn into bright gobbett
breath from gob called forth white pearl-
phosphoresent, palabral train brought forth –
The Shell: touched with glutinous after-birth &
candid half-feather into half-light, dense
paradigm of shell. Whose [...]