Zuihitsu

[the mingo]

Is this the January thaw? Come early I'd say.

The new year is one hour and 8 minutes old. Nothing has changed as far as I can see. The stars are still in the sky. Got to be a lesson in there somewhere.

[the mingo]

Yesterday a man said to me "Here, let me explain my process."

My process. I began to wonder about my own process. Do I even have a process? I never really thought about it. Process. I usually think in terms of obsessions, not process. I mean sometimes I obsess about opening lines because opening lines are important.

i.e. -
1. The sky is grey & white.
vs.
Guns in the hands of children. Welcome to the human race.

see? yeah.

Maybe obsession is my process?

!WoW!

[the mingo]

Writing - Gravity does not affect electric charge. Distance is like a photograph.
Repulsive electrons make hollow structures. Gravity is center directed.

A point particle can't spin faster than light.

That's the way ya do it - eat cookies while waiting for the donut shop to open!

[stilltrucking]

"I'll be back when you are man enough to wear a gun."
from in a room where women come and...
TV on most of the day cowboys and doldrums
It was 12 o'clock and I was having no fun.
I had one real good cookie left from Christmas 2020 so I et it
no woman no cry me a river Process?
Seems like flattery if I think I sound like Don DeLillo
First time I read him was this year—vanity so know I find out who I am trying to imitate besides Kerouac
have not been out today
weather is awesome and i wonder why i am not out there in it, obsessive compulsive jitterbug blues again
i like to think about chess when i read your stuff
i hardly ever think about putting a shotgun under my chin any more, no only think of those nights occasionally but never feel that compulsion any more, sailboat suicide if i had my druthers, just sail away down the river from Annapolis to the Chesapeake Bay to the Ocean.
I carry your stuff around with me like they are chess problems
thanks for writing

[the mingo]

Thx, Jack, ain't had much stomach for writing since the diagnosis - but seems like it's not going to leave me alone -

[stilltrucking]

Star-crossed,
paper will burn

A point particle can't spin faster than light.

brave new world of quantum monkey doodle



bad news obeys its own special rules and spreads faster than the speed of light—
hitchhikers guide to this galaxy
a cool 69 in the shade of a 100 ft live oak tree

a hidden dell under it

a chair me seated in the sanctity of a forest

mind's eye wish

?
Kerouac m—dash
Plath underlines_

[judih]

My Name

my name is man reading newspaper
and the street corner where he stands
my name is his hat
my name is his shoes
my name is the money in his pocket
my name is the sidewalk beneath his feet
my name is the church he went to as a kid
my name is the grave he will be put into
my name is the wind passing over that grave
bending the grass
that grows there

 
My Name.mp3
 
(as usual, came together faster than I'd anticipated)

scroll down the page link to find sasha reading My Name
viewtopic.php?f=73&t=30107&start=1080
listening again. thank you to the mingo and to roy

[stilltrucking]

- the trees are shooting at me - I adopt a hellish pen name, pick up a #2 pencil and ... erase the trees - just call me Science Crow as I become a google blur

magpie eyes pixels on neuron express synapse to brain to screen and fingers key dancing to another text box going nowhere faster than the speed of bad news...
his name is fat jack

... who, by almost anybody's standards, is too dumb to live.

God Bless You Mr. Rosewater

[the mingo]

"I mean here is non-lunch time
but you should eat something
the moon wants to visit & you look hungry"

we could be two birds
on the same branch
looking in the same direction
at words floating in the air

[judih]

same branch, same planet, different views

[the mingo]

judih!

[the mingo]

Jack!

[the mingo]

Rocket Roy!

[stilltrucking]

Memoirs of an Ex-Prom Queen!

fwi praying for medical miracles and making deals with the all knowing all powerful , sees all God/Real Estate Broker of my Mothers before me.
art and science of Caduceus
The Question of Lay Analysis<broken link>
12 years as a pre-med student
Alix Kates Shulman wrote my life.
That book and the Acid woke me up about the opposite sex
Sitting here thinking about why am not busy killing mice.
good day here
broke out of my lethargy with a very nice gummie
was inspired (thank you) to write this
listening to this while I finger type
CTRL + V

Her own mother came to meet us at the station
Her dress as black as a crow in a coal mine
She cried when her little girl got off the train
Her brothers and her sisters came down from Jackson, Mississippi
In a great green Hudson driven by a Gentile they knew
Drinkin' rye whiskey from a flask in the back seat
Tryin' to do like the Gentiles do
Christ, they wanted to be Gentiles, too
Who wouldn't down there, wouldn't you
An American Christian, God damn

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z3D44KEOJpM
Fell in love with a fictional Jewish American Princess captivated by her sophomore desire too see all and KNOW ALL there is about human existence.
I fell victim to Dr. Faust syndrome
I got sidetracked out of prem-med Syllabus and took a lot of unrelated stuff like courses on cultural anthropology, archeology, classical Greek Literature, read about 3,000 pages of Gibbons 6 volume history of Rome, so and so on. One course really blew my mind,, Statical Analysis for the Behavorial Sciences
Chi Square! Hard to get my mind around that when it was stoned on mescaline
good night dear pen pal

[the mingo]

I got this homemade poem factory in the woods by the river. Just a shack behind the trailer affair. Nothing fancy. Almost non-digital. I hook memories to the present moment out there.

It's specialist work, real snake-eye shit. You got to nail them tight or they will blow up in your face. Only real assholes can do this kind of thing.
Artists need not apply, first thing I learned.

You have to be a real scavenger. Hunter-gatherer. Tower of Babble activity. One of these things gets away from you and you will have your hands full - you never know if they will handle the load. No way to test them first you know what I mean. Shooting free-hand. Working in a dream world. Working in the dark.

Can't get any closer than that. Still, you never know.
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Coffee with honey. Snowfall. Maybe rain later. Non-intellectual rain. The kind that minds itself and nothing else. More often than not.
Friday the Thirteenth. Doc told me last week all my urinations will be irritating and sometimes painful for the remainder of my life.

Well, fuck-me-dead.