PORTLAND, OR…PLANTING ROOTS IN A MOSSY NEW STOMPING GROUND By now most of you, whoever you are, must be thinking that I’m dead, burnt to a crisp in a car crash on a deserted highway or at least a quadriplegic from a cliff diving accident or something, but no, I’m at least still half alive [...]
Tagged John DickJune 26, 2008 The U.S. Supreme Court ruled Thursday that a sweeping ban on handguns in the nation’s capital violated the Second Amendment right to bear arms. Writing for the 5-4 majority, Justice Antonin Scalia noted that the handgun is Americans’ preferred weapon of self-defense in part because “it can be pointed at a burglar [...]
Tagged joesmith(A MISPLACED FLASHBACK FROM WINTRY UGLINESS IN MILWAUKEE) “I am guilty, Lord, but I am also a lover – and I am one of your best people, as you know; and yea tho I have walked in many strange shadows and acted crazy from time to time and even drooled on many High Priests, I [...]
Tagged essays, John DickWitnessed an informal poll with black middle school boys about whether or not they can control their erections. Let me back track. I teach at a small school that serves students who have been reassigned from Milwaukee Public Schools because of bad behavior. These behaviors range from use of drugs or alcohol, sex in school, [...]
Tagged Jenny Benjamin-SmithGRISAILLE AND SANGUINE White horses of advertisements, or so— How quickly our habits pass backward— A lucky strike, an arrow central Or a ball spinning proper to the pin— This paper punches, the black on white With splash of red for memory— Every recollection of death And every contention with [...]
WESTWARD HO…THE COLD BACKHANDED SLAP OF REAL WINTER…THIN-SKINNED MIDWESTERNERS WOULDN’T SURVIVE OUT HERE…THE CRYOGENICALLY FROZEN PRESIDENT AND THE SAD STATE OF THE UNION From the frozen Canadian metropolis of Calgary, Alberta, the time has finally come for an initial assessment of this launch across, around, and out of the great American landscape. Finally breaking out [...]
Tagged John DickThe soap opera organ announces what we can hardly bear to hear. A metal-aproned matron summons the skin ribbons she left on the seat of a Galaxy 500, circa 1969. Her tremolo is a casual torture. We mistake her voice for a choir of a thousand veiled mothers and wobble dutifully in to an Easter [...]
Tagged joesmith, poetry. © Scott Zieher
Tagged collage, Scott ZieherA man with a backbone is dangerously exposed. This explains a shortage. . image © Tony Karp, Techno-Impressionist Museum writing © joesmith, 1998
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Tagged Scott ZieherThe Origin of Species The Birth of Tragedy The Ascent of Man The Subject of Tragedy The Art of Telling The Story of Art The Art of Living The Dehumanization of Art The Concept of Mind The Art of Argument The Character of Mind The Anatomy of Inquiry The Identity of Man The Moment of [...]
Tagged Uncle HomunculusAfter you’ve gone All the things you are Come back to me It’s almost like being in love But beautiful
University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee Special Collections Librarian Max Yela writes: [The Colonel's Portentous Cat Unsays] is perhaps the most recent and remarkable of invisible books. It follows a long tradition of dream books and stories, from biblical citations of dream-state narratives, to the Hypnerotomachia Poliphili and Shakespeare’s Mid-Summer Night’s Dream, to Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s Eyes of [...]
Tagged Rick Krausejazz that text till it sings till only singing will diminish it till ebb exposes that which only flow has known stones shells bones posing as lasting things memory’s moment knows no present imagines it is as it had been it’s this that’s that scatting riffs best left unsung till home in stillness that absence [...]
Tagged poetry, Rick KrauseI have come to see the glass as half full, but it’s a dribble glass.
Tagged Uncle HomunculusIt has always seemed to me that life is just killing time between meals. This has recently been confirmed.
Tagged Uncle HomunculusI have, on occasion, felt a real sense of community. Fortunately, those occasions have been infrequent and brief.
Tagged Uncle HomunculusI know the alphabet. Of course I know the damn alphabet. Nevertheless, I was recently surprised by M’s close proximity to K.
Tagged thought shards, Uncle HomunculusI am the court jester, the maxim molester, sardonic magician deriding tradition. My scepter is a cattle prod. I know my job. I unmask gods.
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