thinking about disappointment; Georgian and Victorian lover’s eye brooches; the pronunciation of “brooch;” convalescence; veganism, “bodies that matter,” and eating in relation to hierarchies and exploitation; counterfeiting; that collection of glass eyeballs I saw on Pawn Stars when my dad introduced me to it in December; moon-tanned windows; hair in Celan’s poems; fevers.


[gnocchi]

Introductory packet for Counterfeiting: A Reading and Writing Laboratory
Excerpt from Jerome McGann and Lisa Samuel’s “Deformance and Interpretation”
Excerpt from Andre Breton and Paul Eluard’s Immaculate Conception, “The Possessions”
Thalia Field’s “The Impotence of First Lines”
Excerpt from Aaron Zaritsky’s translation of Felipe Benitez Reyes' Probable Lives

This is what happens when M makes breakfast.
Tofu Benny from Vegan Brunch.


Would a flesh-lecture feel or sound?
WOULD A FLESH-LECTURE FEEL OR SOUND?

notes on home

To reside / to be inside / -side, -side / with nothing sad there / with something sad there / and said / thinned by language / or weighted down? // “There. I said it,” she said / as if it had been a key she’d been hesitant to hand over / but then was made to // has a taint / to it / dirty now / a haze / a haint / one who haunts / halo-less / hollowed lass / hums as lights hum // hum an hum / an hum an / human // home is a hue / huge is a size / abuse is a word / in your huge vocabulary // shy away from chug chug and all that chiding / words make holes in us / their own homes / rabbits, rabbits / birthing throughout me / sailing happy birthday happy birthday / each day / toward some part (sum and part) of me / under my breath // some part of me covered by a tarp of breath / little more / breath-trap / party / —of breath / —of one


[Seitan Piccata from Candle 79 Cookbook over excessively creamed spinach]

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"An image is a stop the mind makes between uncertainties." -- Djuna Barnes, Nightwood. There are two new Djunas in Tucson, babies both.

Reading Mallarmé's A Tomb for Anatole (trans. Paul Auster), thinking of houndstooth and Anne Carson's Nox, eating Panko-Crusted Seitan Milanese (recipe from the Candle 79 Cookbook), redistributing desire

In preparation for the Curiosity Symposium on 1/20 at Casa Libre

[photo: Angel Bull / Holy Pig shaped by Jen Shearer]

Home / bon homme / o man (good one) omen be / omen-beak, snatch away / amen, come in / comb through the burden heap // awe opens me wide / throat self / or jaw a shelf for a bookish tongue / a mannish book / a book of manners that unnerves me / that neuters / neuters us all / suture new terms to the gaps / gab a little / grab a lot // This is my lot / this my rhubarb wasting in the fridge / this my itch wasted by the scratch // The television has been on for days / always on / the wooden armoire / always on / my mind // A hermit in the home of my mind, I fail to leave it / to leaf through its many / ruins / rooms / ruins // I fail to ruin it / to rule it—my mind / I mind

On Re-

I recently "talked" to Harvey L. Hix about Re-. He posted my response to him on his blog.

I carry this image: a mouth opens and light comes out instead of sound. The head is basically overtaken by light. The mouth opens and opens as if birthing light. As if the head had been a hood for the light beneath it. The light is not head-shaped or bulb-shaped, which is why I don’t think this image has much relation to the image of light bulb hovering over head signifying “bright idea.” Epiphany. The light’s more like a ladder being pulled down, though in this case, out, from somewhere it had been folded. The light’s more like wet concrete jetting out to pave something. To pave everything, maybe. Where is this image from, you sack of light?

I like this critique of the light-emitting mouth of a panda.