"Nice One!"
DON’T MESS WITH TEXAS
June 29th, 2010
CLEAR EYES/FULL HEARTS/CAN'T LOSE
RB: “Been walkin’ round waving at cowboys with my sunglasses on so they don’t see me cryin’.”
TR: “Where are you going now?”
RB: “To a temperature controlled environment where there aren’t cataclysmic lightening storms or trilingual men in lizard skin footwear, and eye contact doesn’t make you shiver.”
TR: “We thought you were a Norwegian mail order bride.”
RB: “No you didn’t.”
TR: “Alright, we thought you came to colonize us with acid wash denim and extraterrestrial family values.”
RB: (TEARING UP) “UHM, SAVE MY SEAT FOR ME I’LL BE RIGHT BACK.”
Young Lust!
June 22nd, 2010
(I AM JUST A NEW-BORN)
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to use imperialist rhetoric when ordering your steak tartare? SIGNIFY SOME PLURALISM OR GET BACK IN THE VAN, LADY.”
-Kenny of the White Plains, NM
VALENTINE’S DAY ASSAULT
June 21st, 2010
BT: “Walk down this landing strip, wear this hoodie, talk to Mike about the Cold War.”
MG: “You mean Lonesome Dove?”
RB: “I’M CLICKING MY HEELS AND NOTHING IS HAPPENING.”
WELCOME TO THE ISLE OF MISFITS
June 18th, 2010
AN INTERVIEW FOR PERMANENT RESIDENCY:
MR: “How do you feel about the four food groups?”
RB: “Couldn’t be bothered.”
ST: “Do you find women who discuss the dramatic splendor of being a woman, depressing?”
RB: “Yes.”
EG: “How about women who talk about their Lovers?”
RB: “Exponentially so.”
PK: “What of creatives who exhibit superficial activation positioned as the thin-skinned brand of Fragility/Complexity/Confliction?”
RB: “SKIN CRUMBLING.”
AH: “Tell me about money. Do you want alot of it?”
RB: “I want enough to keep my scissors sharp, my belly full, my wardrobe steaming, and my parallelograms on point.”
TR: “Lastly, big-city Spiritualistas?”
RB: “CURRENCY-BASED CRYSTAL HEALING/WHITE GURUS/SALAD RECIPES FOR LEANER THIGHS”
TR: “And would you contribute to our community’s utilitarian discussion of cultural circulation, were you to keep this P.O. Box for eternity?”
RB: “It would be one of my three cardinal motives for perpetual motion, probably in first place and occasionally in second.”
SS: ” Who told you you could wear the same pair of shorts every day for 49 days?”
RB: ” .”
RH: “Will you consider teaching a class on the art of heat-based hermitude?”
RB: “It is a deep, dark passion of mine and would therefore be an honor of the most ultimate kind.”
AS: “May we expect a bi-monthly dinner party based on the color coding of food and plates, from you?”
RB: “I will learn how to manipulate food, yes. I will need some time and perhaps a place-setting budget.”
TT: “For every gemstone you take home from the desert will you bury a pile of haircut, under a prickle-pear?”
RB: “My golden spade was wrought for this very purpose, from the metalsmith in Valentine.”
RC: “Ok, well then, it seems you have passed the test with a score of 83% and are therefore eligible to enlist for permanent residency on the Isle of Misfits.”
RB: “I WILL WAKE UP AND FALL ASLEEP WITH GRATITUDE DRIFTING FROM MY LIPS. (Thank you very much).”
1972-2072
June 14th, 2010
Interview of Arthur Clarke by Linda Ferguson, Pacific Sun 4.12.73
LF: You’ve written that machines will eventually supersede human beings.
AC: I suspect that’s true, yes…I’ve concluded that we will have intelligent machines, and I think they will be superior to us in intellectual abilities- of all kinds. I suspect that our destiny is to act as a bridge between non-thinking, inorganic matter and our successors. I don’t see how you can get from anything like a lifeless planet to anything like a super IBM machine without some intermediate stage rather like us.
DOGON!
June 13th, 2010
"Their villages are built in pairs to represent heaven and earth, and fields are cleared in spirals because the world has been created spirally."
I Dreamt of Aphex Twin and Spangled Wooly Pleats
June 9th, 2010
Limbs askew and sheets sprawling, I dreamt of Trousers! Be-pleated, oversized, of the sturdiest Twill, studded with wooly nubs and cinched with straps of tanned Hide! Sweating, eyes open, “In the desert of all places!” I thought. The tender touch of my beloved Celestine, Mistress of the enlightened Silhouette, Femme of divine Dressing, she is responsible for this midnight bloom.
A subconscious revelation of glorified Autumnal textures, in the midst of nocturnal Heat! Prompted from a memory of Ethereal outfittings, a late-night Corndog, an afternoon run-in with a Prickly Pear.
Be-sequinned video-game figurines as complementary fellows, twisted braids dipped in pots of paint, this vision accompanied by the streaming Corn-wallian bliss of the Aphex Twin-mind, SO MANY GENIUSES IN ONE NIGHT.
