Objectifying Hat Con/Jur/d, 4/4/25 Hat off head object, signi - fying monkey we are, animists day to day to day, no use denying it, you live here, not in the world physic, godded like, Hat is Home Hat cool, Hat hold memories, poems Hat is us take it off, we say disappear, Hat on bed means death thrown in air, triumph why then wear? No No, No! We said Hat is Hat is Hat just that, No confused semiotics keep off sun, keep brainpan at temp look good crossing street, nice hat they say, does the teacher from the West, wear a hat? No, No, No raised, tilted, say hello/goodbye & adieu, adieu, adieu just like that? Just like that.
End Times Let's pretend it's not the end of the world -- Miley Cyrus 4/6/2025, Con/Jur/d Hard to remember that each step of the journey is the journey, the practice, is the Mystery. we were brought up on apocalypse or, rather, the state of survival, consciousness, after the end, face it, they aren't celebrating ecological collapse, the murder of theological rivals, devastations of the love of the other, the capital enforced love of the broken self, made into an imaginary whole by extending the break to other selves as extensions, the you wreck in other people, they are celebrating what happens after. Here in Denver with its imaginary city of the future, founded on old blood a mythic pristine, frontier past, without flop houses, disease vectors, the huffing of noxious gases the trade in slaves, the trade in previously occupied land, the flourishing of Pest Control Specialists, AKA Exterminators, the superman lawman laying down THE LAW on what qualifies as pest, as weed, the trade in fantasies of what happens next, finally away from the cold logic of mountains, it becomes easy to see we are living on the cannibalized corpse of an ANCIENT ALIEN who was unknowable before the BIG BANG still unknown in the ongoing blast after and this is the GREAT LIBERATION, the MYSTERY not what happens after, but what is happening now Denver, this place of now The felt weight of future/past You, too, are practice
The Brick Wall at the Back of the Theater “The illusion of freedom will continue as long as it's profitable” Frank Zappa Con/Jur/d, 4/5/2025 Rawlins, Wyoming woke up to use the bathroom in this generic, pre chewed hotel. Road food is affecting our digestion and last night, turning off the TV, the driver says I'm ready to be home, and as the navigator and layperson took the vow to leave home, we betray first principal of both to GO by agreeing, saying me too, no matter the direction of change inevitability of change, or freedom held hostage by our ability to change or be forced to pick through the breakage; the news came, some American Buddhists were organizing, getting off their zafus, was said, something, some thing, was said -- the Ox stirs, will be said, we greet all this with mixed emotions, samurai were thugs for the warlords, zen monks blessed the kamikazes, less we FORGET claim some manifest innocence to cover our ignorance, the baptized held the hot pokers the pitchforks, the rope the priests are complicit in the confusions of love, of sex of violations, we’ve all served coffee tea and pastries to Nazis, fascists authoritarianates, who taught you freedom was only the ability to buy goods from the impoverished to be on the road with stolen gas to diet by eating monoculture crops or to eat jungle fattened calves to value the strict dictates of personal liberation, as defined by Empire, monetized by Empire, enforced by Empire Until freedom and subjection are ONE We're all good Germans now. And we prefer the heretics, the Dragons arising, to the oxen who continued to munch on the dharma while Dragons gnashed and wept over another genocide, who understood the Anthropocene is not just about warming, but soil, water, air, energy FIRE pumped into protective pocket between the planet and the vacuum, knowing the weather to be bigger, less predictable who understood, our karmic position as junkies, repeatedly poking holes in this epidermal layer, until the body burns from the inside; Serpent Poets Drogonate Roshis, who see the unfolding, the root of this dis- ease and now, that our souls have been terraformed, everyone is FINALLY getting hot and bothered, they are offering water, revealing the river all around us, and beating their wings, saying now that you have woken up to your condition what are we gonna DO?
Villi in NEBRASKA Con/Jur/d, 4/7/2025 KEEP RIGHT EXCEPT TO PASS -- hard not to read as a political screed in this climate, as we descend from Colorado into Nebraska We begin to compose a poem on villi, as we lose the mountains, lose the hills, gain a horizon gain more daylight due the lack of interference, on villi those fleshy protuberances extended from an organism for locomotion although mainly, mainly to increase surface area for nutrition This poem, however, like some bio- horror parasite lives in that poem’s dissected body preserving some lines like We recognize in your presence the desire to absorb , to survive And this bit about adapting to the formyouweregiven: Sure, your adaption is different than mine, the way you were hurt the way you were fed the source of your nurture, the epigenetics of your bottle, your breast -it went on and on like this making passable similes, metaphors us as extensions from a single organism, us as villi, what became a greater more pressing prompt was the FIRES , a single slender villus whose smoke was seen in the distance billowing at an unknown reach whose meter and kilometer from us was difficult to calculate due to the overwhelming presence of HORIZON fingerlike or threadlike SKY projections from the surface of certain non- monoculture defeating measure in a way, our wife described as rainbow like, never reaching the end naturally, we were curious as to the cause among the pesticide laden animal feed corn stalks forlorn, waiting for some soy or rapeseed to break up the any of the, typically serving to increase monotony , we never did prove the adage of smoke and its relational status to fire every time we got close enough, the presumed incendiary source had disappeared one particularly black and noxious cloud far enough away it kept switching which side of highway 80 it was on pulled up it's stem after we had been chasing it for a good facilitate the passage of fluid or nutrients. 20 minutes at 75 mph or 120 kph There is no message, no great insight here only a vague sense we are writing this on a better, more revelatory piece one not confounded by the source of the MYSTERY, one full of easy answers and even the punishable crime of incorporating the definition into the peice is forgiven, since it was done with such deft profundity you didn't mind. plural noun: villi surface area and
Much love,
Con/Jur/d, 4/11/2025
PS: For those of you in the Bay Area, this is happening TONIGHT!
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