tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45777508998045378462024-03-12T20:52:16.735-07:00Blandiloquentthe allure of flattened ideals, a bodily experiencermuttshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536noreply@blogger.comBlogger217125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-33789807096059437752022-09-18T18:21:00.000-07:002022-09-18T18:21:06.691-07:00Treatise on Spit and Eternity Owner of proper nouns
this body prefers the high horse
barefoot in a barrage of images
No stocking feet
no voice better than
a kiss against itself
Against the unity of
representations
could this really be poetry’s plan
how to abolish itself
How to take that categorical
imperative &
shove the value form
how to spit out the old master
Preoccupied rmuttshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-4247904141302205422020-08-24T13:45:00.000-07:002020-08-24T13:45:26.744-07:00Meta-Preface on the Hegel Phenom Here’s an attempt to give some prefatory remarks about this preface that Hegel was squeamish about writing. Jay Bernstein says (paraphrasing) the preface assumes knowledge of the whole [and there is a hugely important emphasis on whole/part for H]. The preface expresses anxiety b/c we cannot begin. There is no beginning. We are already in the middle.So while it would be nice to write rmuttshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-25640643324527685942020-07-18T17:53:00.001-07:002020-07-18T17:54:05.475-07:00Prior art
We captured
opposing threads
How antecedents get up
on the downbeat
How the coffee mill killed
Groove, the crosshatch
Origin unknown
Diagram insufficient
Was it enough that we sold out
Vertical axis
The pronoun’s fatal lean-in
inconsistent
Thumbdown songs
trapped in the corridor
of thought
Syncope of words
Which brings me rmuttshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-55605904946814523512020-07-13T14:51:00.000-07:002020-07-13T14:51:35.755-07:00Ghost of a lion
-after Charles Ray
Skinnier here
at the back of the neck
unswallowed
I couldn’t eat my way out
Caught tying shoe
dreaming without pants
I wore all my clothes
imagining some other future
All mocktails & shebrews
onions and crust
delectable transit
smooth in the rough
all the children
Lucian & Lucy
the smallest punch for rmuttshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-66183841791395821222020-07-03T14:45:00.000-07:002020-07-03T14:45:49.194-07:00St Ann M’ass
(after AH in spirit of RG)
To
control gas
Burn
the bottle
Ban
it!
Let
us liberate
Fingers,
sentient noun
Whirligig
mount & dismount
Sutures that thrive
&
cut to the quick
Hold
expansion slot & turn
Litany
of names
How
much per head
How
much per likeness
Dear
Calvin & rmuttshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-81620284259082831572020-03-04T21:00:00.000-08:002020-03-04T21:00:07.538-08:00Direct Action Donut (or Latent Construct for Decoy)
“Creative compatibility is undervalued,
creative dissent is overvalued.” – J.K.
Drawn so that lines
Cavalry from green recruits
Slim Pickins' body English
James Caan as the con
Answering the call to play
(which
might be funnier if I knew the movie better.
The Glory Boys based on the
rmuttshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-86321930424418802592020-02-29T20:14:00.001-08:002020-02-29T20:28:50.991-08:00Junkyard hammer
“if
all property is theft then all intellectual property is detournement” –M Wark
Sworn to silence
I have become the unfriendly ghost
gone to swim with the fishes
to protect the capsized dream
Ballast inverted
to write down the terrific
facts which appear thrice
first as tragedy (where are we?)
then as farce & finally
behind
our backs rmuttshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-91433083492577587582019-11-18T16:58:00.000-08:002019-11-18T17:01:19.933-08:00Ghosting
How to circle wagons
how to signify what looks like a
nest
If thinking > feeling
does recognition exploit comic mode
or unfold as motion picture
In our comic strip we met for
coffee
anxiety baked in time & place
In Beckett’s Film fingers trace the walls
& refuse to answer
Buster Keaton holes up shushing his
pets
turning us one at a time
to face the rmuttshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-81182474052096003132019-09-22T10:55:00.000-07:002019-09-22T10:55:44.629-07:00Convergence Insufficiency: Emancipatory Thought
(I fear this talk might better be called coherence
insufficiency – that is, I am going to be throwing a thin coat over vast areas–
so apologies in advance, though ultimately I seem to be arguing for
recuperating the notion of insufficiency.)
The proposed title of my talk, is based on a vision disorder (& I wasn’t thinking of Robert Duncan) – a
disorder that preventsrmuttshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-85989169250009847852019-03-21T07:00:00.000-07:002019-03-21T07:00:05.873-07:00Lost premise
How little
do I need to say
to be part
of the conversation
Three or four buses
crossed the street into the shop
I dreamt of an airpocket
where it doesn't rain
I watched it race along streets
your storm of wakefulness
blind spot to account for
More negative please
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I lack all feeling for
what speaks thru parentheses
If gesture cut loose
wrangled yet undefined
I punched the mirror
it’s my repugnant theatre
I chose the tangent
internalized the negative
& sold myself a bill of goods
Have I told you the story of the
ventriloquized scream
(she says she
is in pain)
We seek pencil on paper
a deadpan translation
& struggle for rmuttshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-68821259013292190252019-03-16T15:30:00.000-07:002019-03-16T15:30:12.121-07:00The miserablist
Every selection, every
decision, is a little violence. The artist who cut off his hand to display it
in a self-portrait. The end of the hand in contemporary painting. A phantom
limb.
Here comes denial
no possibility of change
Here comes eyeroll
They said leave no footnotes
they said don’t fire until
you see the whites
the eggshells the blood
orange communes
Let us extinguish rmuttshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-51131905828011419182019-03-14T08:30:00.000-07:002019-03-18T15:21:41.692-07:00Signal distortion
-for
Charles
Did you see the headline
Unrest spreading to grain markets
Intense handhold explained in code
I uncover nostrils
& take my poison straight
Dueling neurons
for the quantum leap I want
to feel the lives of those lost
If memory is triggered by a virus
I desire to be infected
I want to blank the blanks that Jack built
Frequency dependent
linear in gain with rmuttshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-56820940030305376942019-03-13T10:30:00.000-07:002019-03-13T10:30:01.438-07:00Send the thief
By internal logic
out of books
into the ruts
of unfruitful meditation
We wait for radiant heat
for ink to dry, for uncoolant
for the initial corrupt
It is time for sad scholars
to make a pile of cash
for the mock elite
for rigorous quaking fist
for unreliable sump
time for sunsets & expertise
Let’s send the thief
pwned intensity
all click &rmuttshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-24195130757433192982019-03-12T09:30:00.000-07:002019-03-12T09:30:06.477-07:00Hot dog hysterian
-after the village explainer
something about a dust jacket
something something about pounding fascists
& then we went down to the slip
illegible as the tender night
you talked as if you were living in a cloud
as if the line that once connected us
heh don't touch! You’ve rmuttshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-34573224194053294042019-02-28T12:29:00.000-08:002019-02-28T12:29:11.606-08:00Naked brutalism (Lone Ranger & Popeye edition)
You not we
Mr Bigley not George Jetson
Binaries not fill-in-the-blank
Spinach & vegemite
Olive not garbanzo
Exhaustion not exuberance
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rmuttshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-51248293803271087562019-01-10T08:30:00.000-08:002019-01-10T08:30:00.900-08:00Math Rock (SRO)
Godzilla at
Hotel Palenque
Out of the meth lab
& into the gym
I see aluminum foil
disco lights
the better to receive what's outside
I count on
no calculating angel
This exercise brigade
turtlenecks and topiary
stomping it out
& trucking it rmuttshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-43606109419230284012019-01-08T07:30:00.000-08:002019-01-08T07:30:00.960-08:00And Found
Most likely due to sea conditions
Wages paid to date, if any
Through sin to worldly alienation
Memory of life
Even our ability to recollect it
The capacity to provide productive tension
Play of abstracts
How to recover from defeat
All confidence
For a little while
In the swamp of matter
In a monologic insanity
The status of being unique
Dissipated rmuttshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-72123240508729626012018-12-23T09:30:00.000-08:002018-12-23T09:30:09.341-08:00Fallacy of the perfect dictionary
I want battalions
No metaphor or fact
Beautiful horse or storm
With a chance it will kill
Passed out to perfection
Too close to repulse
Our adrenal event
Celebrates the scepter class
The shadow defense
Happily draped
Nothing but an effect
You are confirmed in seat 21C
Goosefat & gristle
Caws to muscle
Who's buried in rmuttshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-62480176241947436822018-12-20T07:00:00.000-08:002018-12-20T07:00:14.939-08:00The Equalizer - Third Series
PDF of The Equalizer #3 - with bookmarks for sections
If you download, it's a bit easier to navigate. Thx to editor Michael Schiavo.
Samuel AceJeff AlessandrelliZachary AndersonRae ArmantroutSteve BarbaroAlan BernheimerElizabeth BevilacquaCathleen BonnerAna BozicevicJulian Talamantez BrolaskiSimon BrownMegan BurnsJenna CardinaleChing-In ChenLauren Rose ClarkShane ClementsClark CoolidgeJack rmuttshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-20051418951074556252018-12-17T09:30:00.000-08:002018-12-17T09:30:09.298-08:00Niagara
I trust the hammer
Idyllic tears & tributaries
back basin echo to sign the air
to trap the fish
Your low center of gravity
somersaults to evade
Niagara’s request
was it Destroy all monsters or the MC5
lacking the love Iggy required
Stooges unable to answer
A riot not a strike
no misnomer
happily withdrawn
Cave of our own making
how do you spell
rmuttshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-83399588480780464412018-12-15T09:00:00.000-08:002019-03-18T15:22:31.869-07:00Duck and Coverlet
Full glass
take half
yogurt & salt
desiccate
submerge in olive oil
apply pepper
Repeat the following week
Recipe for form
clipped back into sound
Our ship hidden
hounded by gulls
absent the foul taste
Denial is a siren song
I dreamt I was in the engine car or
caboose
someone said do not feel
what you are feeling
do not enter the arms of the feral
beast
this is how rmuttshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-35380601318324172892018-12-13T08:30:00.000-08:002018-12-13T08:30:08.102-08:00It's after the end of the world
I'd seen him
singing Soviet songs on his stroll
If we were centipedes
Lost in our own footnotes
What new light trapped inside
I tied tubes
walked to the shoal
Another day at the thought collective
Sound of ducks landing
on the interstate
Motioned to appeal the motion
Imprisoned in the wave that follows
Beyond where we can see
6 minutes to dissolve
to rmuttshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-19683742071719268462018-12-12T07:30:00.000-08:002018-12-12T07:30:08.981-08:00Empathy toolkit
Looked for rational limits
Gave myself to machines
to the accumulation of lost counts
Took truth off the market
Denounced myself in 25 words or
less
If inoculation is overrated
I need proper nouns
not enough pop in the punch
to counter levels of abstraction in
the time required
Is it time I asked myself
Compassion not capitulation
Is it about to rain
rmuttshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-24562903013019494652018-12-11T10:30:00.000-08:002018-12-11T10:30:04.873-08:00I am not Apollo but plague him
Of all her words none
gendered unfortunate
Lost if the message comes out
The only question is
who moved into this life
no breakfast or lunch
Mother of all ghosts
can't double back
sounding alarm for Apollo
What’s the name of that song
what’s the voice of that voice
the infernal exit back on the highway
I am not Apollo but plague him
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