Screen Dump 324

1. You wake to the urge to BOGO
2. at this most wonderful time of the year . . .
3. despite fading tan lines
4. spotty cell service
5. and road-texters fessing up to the White Rabbit
6. in waiting lines that curl into makeshift parking lots . . .
7. as semiotician-stalkers scramble for seats
8. outside your bedroom window . . .
9. obsessing over the signs and symbols
10. of your designer ultrawear . . .
11. The myth morphs . . .
12. The players exchange roles as directed . . .
13. Many are missed . . .
14. A few quibble . . .
15. Rewrites are rewritten . . .
16. An aura of retrofication ensues . . .
17. The scene . . . infinitely looped . . .
18. opens . . . and closes . . .
19. opens . . . and closes . . .

Bruno Dayan

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The ramen restaurant . . . offers personal “flavor-concentration booths,” where patrons . . . can experience “low-interaction dining.”
          - Emma Allen, Eating Ramen By Yourself Is An Antidote To Everything

The isolationist in you polishes silver
in a high-ceilinged cobwebbed room
collecting and comparing handwriting samples
from hedonists . . . and patrons . . .
on the truth of the matter . . .
the Mad Hatter's riddles
etch-a-sketching memories
of your understudy, Miss Havisham . . .
a bowl of ramen noodles
a piece of wedding cake
the clock's hands cradling the past . . .
You are stymied . . . again . . .
despite the entries in your journal
its blank pages evidence
of your odyssey's decay . . .
The wedding album awaits edits . . .
Your conquests pile up in the alcove
where a fruit basket interviews applicants
for the role of supplicant . . .
a minor role, yes, but relevant
to the underpainting
which you insist is essential . . .
You, like many, fear micromanagement . . .
The scene . . . color-coded . . . familiar . . .

Bruno Dayan

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The shoplifted elements of your profile . . .
Smudges on the answering machine . . .
Developmental studies? . . .
Would that you could, yes? . . .
And why not? . . . asks Door #3 . . .
Buckle up your overcoat next time you swim out beyond the breakers . . .
where mermaids are reassigned . . .
as Sirens . . .
gifting tantric truths . . .
The sinisterity . . .
The what? . . .
You know, the sinisterity . . .
Whatever . . .
The sinisterity of fairy tales disrupts your REM sleep . . .
I am famished . . . for nothing . . .
I welcome the accusation of pulchritude . . .
Many dislike the sound of that word . . .
and are surprised by its meaning . . .
I am intrigued by your insistence on wainscoting . . .
There are many more steps than 12 . . .
How so? . . .
Hey diddle diddle . . .
The cat and the fiddle . . .
I await the laughing dogeared edition . . .
and was sold a mock-up . . .
that whispered in my bad ear . . . throughout the night . . .
Lucky me, I thought . . .
but then resisted the urge to tweet . . .
And so they said you saw . . .
But are you vetted? . . .
It takes some undoing to read I Love Dick by Chris Kraus . . .
soon to be HBO'd . . .
Your shyness . . . replaced by boredom . . .
So what's wrong with that? . . .
With what? . . . The Sexual Life of Catherine M.? . . .
which Salon said Holds you tighter than a pair of handcuffs . . .
I was sentenced to be a fly on the wall . . .
I sat back . . . cigarillo in hand . . . or whatever they're called . . .
I examined the cracks and crazes in the enamel . . .
diagrammed the lines . . .
the air filled with scents . . . and nonsense . . .
words . . . cries . . . shouts . . . moans . . .
the unimaginable sounds of silence . . .
bodies electric becoming . . .
entangled . . . engaged . . . enraged . . . engulfed . . . encumbered . . .
Parts replaced yet the whole the same . . .
as with the compulsion to become the other . . .
an unrecognizable dainty tornado . . .
as in Eurydice's F/32 . . .
Will the miniseries continue? . . .
Will you re-up? . . .
Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? . . .
Better as Who knows what evil lurks in people's minds, yes? . . .
The Shadow knows! . . .
I weaken . . . fade from view . . .
enter the Straits of Invisibility . . .
insouciant . . . notebooked . . .

Per Zennstrom

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How many words in the average novel? . . .

                    You have mythologized your odyssey
                    pinned nametags on onlookers . . .

How many words in the average reader? . . .

                    questioning the reliability of first-person players
                    who keep butting in . . .

How many words in the average person? . . .

                    You have remade yourself . . .

How many words in the average confession? . . .

                    The nightmarish quality of cameos
                    spurs you to rethink your opening line . . .

How many words in the average day? . . .

                    People are just standing around . . .

How many words in the average saint? . . .

                    I can't stand it . . .

How many words in the average lie? . . .

                    How it looks in a two-way mirror . . .

How many words in the average lay? . . .

                    Hallmarkian? . . .

How many words in the average sentence? . . .

                    You refuse to be bottlenecked
                    by those who insist they're in the know . . .

How many words in the average rant?

                    Never before or nevermore . . . both . . . and then . . .

How many words in the average soliloquy? . . .

                    You admit to misinterpretation . . .

How many words in the average breakup? . . .

                    Your watching is fitful . . .

How many words in the average excuse? . . .

                    and your commitment is a joke . . .

How many words in the average life? . . .

                   Misdirection . . .

Tim Walker

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Life is not personal.
          - Gilles Deleuze

OK, there's a redundancy . . . like a rabid dog biting itself . . .
This from a dream a while back, yes? . . .
An online virtuoso . . . nerdy affable obsessive
bopping along
leaves town without forwarding . . . without a word
as if the top of the woodshed blew off . . .
You enter the scene . . . soundtracked by an abandoned house . . .
if only . . . if only . . . if only . . .
But is it inconsequential? . . .
Doesn't it make a difference? . . .
Hasn't it made a difference? . . .
Not ready for prime time . . . not ready for the fall . . .
Why bother? . . .
Why bother what? . . .
Why bother attending to the aftermath
when all are present and accounted for? . . .
Why bother appropriating . . . without a voice? . . .
Is that what you're asking? . . .
Hold a mirror up to yourself . . .
Tell me about the disjunctiveness . . . the fragmentation . . .
You can set up shop as a go-between in the in-between . . .

Kathy Acker (1947-1997)

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Segue to bottled ephemera . . . clothespinned to your window . . .
with your affinity for cats . . . for dogs . . .
for cats and dogs . . .
It's raining cats and dogs . . .
the spin . . . the spin doctors . . .
the spinning . . .
the opening . . . as gingerly applied . . . then applauded . . .
Can you believe the outcome? . . .
Of course, it goes without saying, he/she reeks
of unfamiliarity . . . with the lives of others . . .
let alone saints . . .
Perhaps a touch of fear . . . or fear and loathing . . .
Exonerated? . . . One would hope not . . .
but who knows . . . given the present climate (change) . . .
with lives to spare . . . especially now . . .
You lack science . . . and a backstage pass . . .
It would behoove us to redo the read-through . . .
or the walk-through . . . whichever . . .
Cache as cache-can, yes? . . . To know
the many faces of you . . . amid the crumpled sheets of copier paper . . .

Screen Dump 318

You've lost me . . . Brutally honest and soft and vulnerable? . . .

Your aim . . . again . . . is off . . .

Gotta get outta Dodge . . .

Thomas Wolfe couldn't stop . . . either . . .

But sir, the redrafting emanates from the core . . .

You're focusing on the core, yes? . . .

Is it Taking Care or Talking Cure? . . .

Little matter . . .

Put your hands together for the midlife crisis guy, Carl Jung . . .

who, in describing himself, according to psychoanalyst Donald Winnicott,
gives us a picture of childhood schizophrenia . . .

I'll give you a moment to collect your unconscious . . .

Got meme? . . .

The fat lady who's supposed to sing has shed a few pounds . . .

Now what? . . .

We await integration of our split personalities . . .

And Sherlock Holmes's Blue Carbuncle . . .

Is the jury still out on the deerstalker? . . .

Coulda . . . Woulda . . . Shoulda . . .

Why do birds suddenly appear? . . .

Anorexia Nervosa was first described in 1684 involving the daughter of a Mr. Duke of London but wasn't given its own diagnosis until 1873 when Sir William Gull, Queen Victoria's personal physician, presented his observations of an emaciated condition in three young women: Miss A, Miss B, and an unnamed third . . .

And now for a recap . . .

The problem here is one of inertia . . .

Not a problem . . . consider the flying buttresses . . . and the general state of affairs . . .

He/she had a keen aversion to monogamy . . .

The facts in the case of the one who would leave in the middle of the night . . .

The bridge tolls alone, yes? . . .

For whom? . . .

For the party of the first part, of course . . . are you paying attention? . . .

Slipping through . . . costumed for the game . . .

Snogging with ice-men/-women until they cometh . . .

Seduction as effortless as breathing . . .

O, surprisingly, was illuminated by it, as though from within, and her bearing bespoke calm, while on her face could be detected the serenity and imperceptible smile that one surmises rather than actually sees in the eyes of hermits . . .

The odyssey continues . . .

Shelley's cats sat there . . . thinking up ways to get even . . .

Your odometer will be subpoenaed . . .

I kid you not . . . it's all about the bike . . .