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Charles 1, by Anthony Van Dyck
chestnut tree of argument. strongholds
pitting impositions (he became
angry at the ink on his finger
he could not tolerate this
ink on his finger)
connecting strands using
any word to make the argument
thicker approaching
the river the troops at the ready
Norma Cole, from Spinoza In Her Youth
#CompanyofDistillers #MDCXXXIX
tulipomania
re-rendering
"The rise of the rendering industry can be placed in the broader context, then, of a complex of scrutinizing, disassembling, and sorting practices biopolitically registering nature and labor as ever more minute units of potential value, units no longer able to go unnoticed or to evade being "again made to do duty" for capital"
Nicole Shukin
down with the dabs
(raw text from a reading given at Chase Public Library in Northside, Cincinnati . . using material collaged from walking and talking and taking photos within a few blocks of the venue. Sound by cris cris, image stream by cris cheek.)
busted by public spats and shat on with an abject hat on
"down, with the dabs" a documented response to a mispronounced comment about the importance of the masculinist disciplinary example set to sons by baseball dads
"i am owned by the drabs"
on the corner of Milton and Chase
where prescription toys happen
aka Hell Town (numerous historically rowdy bars)
and Happy Valley (humanimal parades of cruelty)
awake, i was consumed with desire, to make a small portrait of this place, documented right here by walks and talks instead of filtered through a machine online like a six foot tall owl, barely out of the woods pulling makeshift strings of seeds and berries from my arse
the long wind croons over
the long grass walking about
talking
a cardinal wind indexing fields, wanting to possess impulsive rasp under lips as documented hearsay went and all that follows being found then slotted out
air sticky like molecules of sound moving between mouth and ear
sho
t
that tea prised from show to the wolves and bears within range words tumble from
this plea become a poster triggering the light below
the com.com logo reading to be or not to be is no longer a question but a window onto a gateway drug near when and where the chicken lays reward
where shown from
camera down construction construction construction temperature construction construction construction construction construction construction
shown street workers street temperature street
camera down construction construction construction temperature construction construction construction construction construction construction
cap down construction construction construction temperature construction construction cat construction construction construction construction
down torch down street down
kind of hang hit
stars in the lens
wailers, out-cuss neighborhood stock usurpers at picnic and pantry with their off downtown la-di-da OTR circuitry
i'm an owner ok and i'm part of this
jumble of bones and skulls
embedded in a dark earth of document
i am incontinence of nutria
ground hog by tracks blue wicker fairy gland
paint splash possum
balking to myself
mouth music
pants for rent
my pants are rent
i am a resident
with outside
i am president new price
tattered northsider due girth
bending a sweat and beginning to chirp
something being present enough to influence as in change the course of that situation
"i'm, down with the dabs"
talk stock
come first bud we began to head down final patches of snow makeshift effigies leaking out through woken gasses
crushed cans squashed butts buckled cartons plastic domes sheared rubber foil on sidewalk gush of landscaped drains
nouvelle and novel graffitti evolved the comet
to cross street push navel a spindly
poinsettia in the window of the thunder-Sky
jump cables people help each other out kind of floss
the broken pavement a fellowship of the thing trashed out record love drinking
breaking stock
busted for playing
busted for thinking thinking
busted for reading
busted for talking talking
busted for speeding
busted for walking walking
busted for weeding
busted for trading trading
busted for grouping grouping
busted for eating
busted for drinking drinking
busted for driving
busted for deriving a tale of the anxious
chicken in a transcribed basket of pastures
owned here, listening through a ludic groove
to track the public many ways
to skin 1553, 1551, 1549
acts of love
down with the dabs
on the corner, where prescription toys happen
quote there is no familar succession of events within the disturbed atom . . Things just 'happen as they happen,' like the loosely connected images within a poem which follow one upon the other in no particularly necessary order. unquote (Danah Zohar, The Quantum Self)
the blue bus moves away from the junction and this street's name sign is more fully revealed to be Ha! Milton, as in every hair on this dog betrays the ideal
of the commons and Ham Illtown as in porkers working
a pork-matic establishment
no turn on red rebone to this kitchen of the oral
carcass to design a wish
spell melted
like honey in the well of an engine from the spoons of improvement
oil sharing oil
smelled a little like my honey
melted down stock
to call cookie
fallen branches over hydrant morels from web like root of wood foraging for sale signs read against clouds whispering whiskey
bottle risen sap bot yellow plastic ball shadow on wall cut open orange pepsi chardonnay torn tow away bush
i am a river piggy flaking soot
cooked out from fleeced shadows
compost of local network sound
a partly enjambed damn
broken grounded
i fell in the forest
among red oaks covered with lichen
clapping my palms ash
i am a drying leaf
rot and mould love me like
the smell of the rain needs wind
I am dawn, with the dabs
i am the white man whose shadow comes over the earth and wreaks vengeance, because i can
befriend a tavern owner, subsequent tanner and judge David Cummins documented
after Scotch-Irish families moving west out of Virginia in Kentucky and southern Ohio and Indiana, there are copious records of self-aggrandizement
scratched with coins on the song walls of dearth
by a taxidermed birdy with a wire through its heart
showing Cummins' and Cummings' serving revolutionary militias in Virginia giving rise to generative memes, John 1, John 2, John 3 who along with Davids and Mathews "that's all, guys!" brought core biblical naming lines into the Ohio river valley
i sit in the giant's yoghurt pot to bathe my wounds
an ambitiously bad breeding-related
geographical joke lurking, behind each twee
tweets, barely out of the woods, delineated
papers on pathways in front of houses splintered posts
fences, matchsticks, coughs plastic bags in tree branches
potable rest rooms on the verge of something
or another's old brick alleys
kids imitating the calls of geese overhead
if i drop my phone in the waters there where puddle melted paddle melted ducks on river bank trains follow streams escape from trails past freedom grove
stick as a gag
stock weeds
marsh marigold knap weed butterfly weed sweet
clover iron weed viburnam weed canned smell pollution in the water of the profit seeking to make every living ting work under me
i am a footprint in the mud
mood mud that is not even mined moo
Cumminsville, a small settlement at an intersection of trails for walking peoples in the late eighteenth and early nineteenth century surveyed by Israel Ludlow
early settlers usurped and renamed "indian" trails after colonizing would-be rapacious bastard generals such as Anthony Wayne who went to war against walking peoples on behalf of expansionist settlers
i am a dog off the leash interested in reflection that i didn't think i am a dog on a leash at first but i am, on a leash
i cannot help that footprint that i am
whistled at by distant trains
my mouth sewn shut
trails rebranded to overlay flows, to stem other
flows, to put a monstrous name on the land to slam it
to emphasize insignificance and mere as in just a short while right, just tempted and submitting to temptation right for a mere second to borrow undiluted time and hold it right, to possess it like not to trust in fellowship in those merely borrowed seconds but follow need then force its need to follow him like
so, Boromir is an interesting dude right, who symbolizes temptation, right, the right to temptation right, the right to take the bait that capitalism offers like a taint right, that hung out golden ring near the river breaking away from fellowship and common cause right to reach right outside community and take his little piece of seductive flickering light, to literally in his enfeebled mind at that point borrow a little bit, just for one microsecond, a digital increment of interest in the scrying eye of a trading mind like putting that sense of the mere to work
wanting during walking
to possess the long ring
to answer the long ring
with squirrels pissing through
"my god is an awe-some god!"
an air-conditioning duct
a gift of sheathed speaking
rendered removable domes to keep the horn
sailing the capes and e-scapes of imagination
and ran down screaming onto the hippodrome track
a native baby elephant taking stock
I'm down with the dabs!
we are all shagbark hickory americans, isn't that a white oak provocative thing to hackberry say both a potentially full spectrum dominant colonializing of the entire black cherry planet dependent on how emphatic your view of that slippery elm pronoun becomes
and a brutal bitternut hickory history, in many ways overlaid with extraordinary blue ash generosity, ambition and invention, the whole again held in terrifying tension by climax vegetation
and the black walnut sense in which anybody who decides they want to come and make their sugar maple life here becomes a part of this backyard motor helps to expand and lend credence to the motivational dreams of sharable value
we pissed in the water and poisoned the well,
then enslaved each other to a feudal ideal
(sing it) "IM, down, with the stock as a gag"
material form engines became more spoken like
allows glass allows effortlessly allows aphysical
drop
drawn famous
nuff beaten
shadows of crows across flag
foot splash in muddy puddle
cracked
facade
the continual oppression of living under these names
chase river metals, milk chambers egg on robinson
for coconut refund season hamilton and wayne
having nothing to do with the quality of a place or perception so much as a monumentalizing of patriarchs and the big boy cups no outlet
from that
and the little boy no humor
ducks frame bank trains follow streams and beasts
along trails past shackles, evidence of
Orajel maximum instant pain relief
packaging perhaps in a sacrificial position
to a Stonehenge of cigarruption butts in the planter
a 50c off offer "puts the south in your mouth"
in the blender of hope where back room walk-ins are welcome and out of pocket costs are guaranteed
in many ways it really is a new season of the witch
in which to build and own your toy today
and maybe as welcoming and threatening as build a toy to own today
and build a toy of your own in that sense
of exclusionary propriety
i do not live in terror unlike so many i can eat
the english muffin in the fox toasted
i trade in bread and rubbers and plastic i mend shit
i am a pioneer distiller, one of the bricks of ohio
i was dug under the supervision of sporting proclivities
catty corner from mr bacon versus monsieur tofu captain corn dog versus baron von broccoli duking it out to top the food chain are all these self-identified male figures, fuck that jungle
like a line to make a night deposit at the figgy bank
from the spoons of improvement
my name is dolly and i'm a big brown dribbling
labrador wearing a green bandana
i am a lost dark cat, that was left out all night
singing "don't, stop . thinking
a deer leaps out between empty houses
stamps and snorts on the property for sale
now that I'm down with
in 1639
the Aemilia, a 600 ton ship with 3 masts and 28 guns built in Middelburg for the Dutch East India Company (VOC) foundered and was lost during its 4th voyage off the coast of Taiwan south of Tancoya carrying a cargo of pepper
in 1639
Puck, aka Robin Goodfellow
in 1639
Irish Roman Catholic scholar-priest TheobaldStapleton, alias Teabóid Gallduf or Gallduff published a catechism in Early Modern Irish to promote the use of the Irish language in religious literature. Stapleton attempted to rationalize both the spelling of Irish and the relationship between spelling and pronunciation. The book, published in Brussels, was called Catechismus seu doctrina christiana latino-hibernica or, in Irish, Cathcismus sen Adhon, an Teagasc Críostaí iar na foilsiú a Laidin & a Ngaoilaig.
the archives
more often than not do and on rare occasions do not indicate the ways that power is distributed inequitably
there are shadows across the courtyards of the undisputed truth
in 1639
25th September Suzuki Shosan (1579-1655), Samurai, monk, Soto line, proponent of Zen Buddhism, found awakening
in 1639
the first written constitution, i.e. the first constitution to take the form of a document that could be referred to and studied was drawn up on January 14th as the Fundamental Orders of Connecticut
Link to full text here: http://lonang.com/library/organic/1639-foc/
in 1639
Louis XIII has "The Pond of the Swans" designed by Charles le Brun dug on the site that would become the Pool of Apollo under Louis XIV at the Palace of Versailles
the shot, at Shawnee Lookout somewhat
often I'm simply too slow to take the picture
it's a fault of mine that i want the thing to look like i want it to look
and i wait too long for that to happen
but the thing or the person i'm taking the photograph of
seems to have its own sense of how it would like to present itself too
or i fail to be in tune with what it's really doing
and i miss the moment and am disappointed by the picture i have taken
in the background and somewhat in the distance, gunfire
frankly it could be anything i mean be anything being shot at
in the foreground a partly loosened "Danger, High Voltage" sign
rattles against the pylon in the woods
or on the way down through the woods at a turn in the trail
a guy is kneeling in the bushes with a GPS, i pass,
walk on a little and then think hmmm, i'm curious
so i head back, somewhat expecting a snarky response
i just asked him straight out "i'm being curious, what'chou up to"
"o, it's this thing called geocaching" he said, "this one's a pretty good one
this one's snuck right here down in the bored out log"
i wish him good luck
geocaching is gaining in popularity as it's become a way
to encourage people to go outdoors and play
to explore where they are with a level of detail i.e. finding out something
with the lure of a prize of recognition from the club
mud ahead, shoot i can slide all over up there
split open seed pods, rattle when shaken
multiple seeds insides the bow
(text transcribed from smartphone voice recorder)
A recent research collaboration has discovered that crows exhibit strong behavioral signs of analogical reasoning — the ability to solve puzzles like "bird is to air as fish is to what?" Analogical reasoning is considered to be the pinnacle of cognition and it only develops in humans between the ages of three and four.
the density of overhead electricity here is interfering with my car starting
in 1639
Cardinal Mazarin was regularly drinking tea, hoping to cure his gout
1639
was a transition year for the position of Juror of the Guild of Instrument Makers of Paris, between luthier Pierre Prévost, maker of viols, lutes, and violins to a clavec Jean II Denis, maker of spinets and harpsichords.
There have been numerous distinguished instrument makers whose names we know, but who do not appear in this list. They may have declined to serve as jurors, or if they did so, then we have not yet found records to confirm this.
Jurors of the Guild of Musical Instrument Makers of Paris, John N. Hunt. The Galpin Society Journal, Vol. 51 (Jul., 1998), pp. 112 Published by: Galpin Society