inalienable "the mistake was believing these rights belonged to you" Con/Jur/d, 6/18/2026 we’ve forgotten the name of the minor BEAT, Jon? John? Cla…? Clark? Clarke? we remember his class through the fog of chemicals, newly introduced neurotransmitters from donothing to doeverything, even carried clove-cigarettes, although, yet, we did not toe toe TOBACCO! And from his chair, before the disability act he proclaimed: My life is divided by being alone and wanting the company of others by being with others and wanting to be alone, getting these impulses and situations to coincide (did he misuse, situationship, or is this the (((((((CURRENT))))))) rewriting, rewiring the past, in the 80s we were bolder less adjusted to propaganda, the makings of MARKETERS! @250 this is how we feel, never before in the last 50, have so many seenthru, been seenby, without their armature, naked like our grotesque emperors stripped of their HOLLYWOOD, flaccid blathering PEOPLE! THINGS! MURDER! CHRIST! THE CHILDREN! the CHILDREN!!! (please, please for the sake of the children -- not their children, of course, OF COURSE! OURS! ONE OF US! ONE OF US! One of! ONE ONE ONE) doesn’t quiet the screaming remember col. kurt didn’t start out as the HORROR he was just another empire garbageman, eliminating obstacles to expansion, quietly picking up variations that dream/dreamed the same dream, but didn’t Kowtow Kill4 Corporate inclusion THE WHITEEUROPEAN ORIGIN the divineright of THE TRADING CO the superiorbully, the flagfighter, the believers in SANTACLAUSE who will kill to protect his dirty white wig, his cherryflavored missiles his dentures made from slaveteeth, his right farfar right to convert, groom and enslave children, not by chain (unless necessary) by fiat, BY FIAT! NOONE everasks who they are indebted to, what bodies bulldozed and buried lies under this plasticcard, or the electronic beep transactioncompleted, signifying SCREAM for so long, this seeing through was lonely, now crowded here (can't get a table) people talking about doing the work spiritual bypass, bound to the entanglements ( -- the bypass where we grew up was called the can o’ worms, remember much complexity is just this _NOTHING MORE_ now you need a machine to solve it --) and we want to be alone so we can WELCOME you in. it was never this feeling EXP:PLOS:IONS a re: jumpscares our mother, our dogs, the vets who were our friends despite their believing, who lived through cowered and cried while the rest of us, laugh and joy because the redglare THE REDGLARE is not coming for us. Yet.
have been named, have never been described. One of these is the sensibility — unmistakably modern, a variant of sophistication but hardly identical with it — that goes by the cult name of “Camp.”: Sontag Susan 1964 Notes On Camp
port timey / comes a loo Con/Jur/d -- Discreet Koan Study The Brown Album skips 33 1/3 later, twists straightens, we breathe out remember we're going to breathless, Port Timey (we all do, otherwise . faith covers . the only things of importance . great acts of evil justified by a belief in your boring afterparty) where arrogant assholes phoneme all of time and space leaving, the dregs of matter for which we happily reconstitute, world. (S) without end
weather control
Con/Jur/d, 6/18/2026
there's a tornado watch happening
climate change isn't just about
your right to diesel: forever chemicals
loss of NNNNrgy, just last week
twisted ankle, bit lip
had a long grey splinter
from the dock over too
STILL WATERS
embedded, drew out blood
life, maybe humans will
continue, the artifice of our stories
will collapse, civilization, money
private equity, the infernal hand
of the market, stilled
quiet
not how to control
but how we meet it, we thought
when our biopsy was deferred
due to clerical error, a failure of capital
and the immense unbearable
pressure required to propup
the few
the challenge was understood
the gauntlet
was picked up
picked up
receiving 2 giftcards for $5
EACH
of Dunkin and gas
what is the sound of one
gauntlet
SMACK?
(poets like to pretend they control/
BE
/ a simple subject of weather)
Probably, intending to be campy is always harmful. The perfection of Trouble in Paradise and The Maltese Falcon, among the greatest Camp movies ever made, comes from the effortless smooth way in which tone is maintained. This is not so with such famous would-be Camp films of the fifties as All About Eve and Beat the Devil. These more recent movies have their fine moments, but the first is so slick and the second so hysterical; they want so badly to be campy that they’re continually losing the beat... Perhaps, though, it is not so much a question of the unintended effect versus the conscious intention, as of the delicate relation between parody and self-parody in Camp. The films of Hitchcock are a showcase for this problem. When self-parody lacks ebullience but instead reveals (even sporadically) a contempt for one’s themes and one’s materials - as in To Catch a Thief, Rear Window, North by Northwest — the results are forced and heavy-handed, rarely Camp. Successful Camp — a movie like Carné’s Drôle de Drame; the film performances of Mae West and Edward Everett Horton; portions of the Goon Show — even when it reveals self-parody, reeks of self-love.
We’ll be travelling, assuming everything doesn’t go all KANSAS on us: those of you in our cohort know this often leads to more posts, not less, since we reengage with the WORK upon leaving home in the relative. As the biopsy is rescheduled for the 3rd of July, we’re sure we won’t be intentionally attending fireworks this year —Highly recommend this month’s Harper’s as prep:
Much love to all y’all,
Con/Jur/d, 6/18/2026