On banning your biggest fan

9/4/2024 despite traveling -- we feel we've let you down

BEST WATCHED WHILE ON VACATION KAVA — WHILE LISTENING TO APHEX TWIN

Found it difficult to write — had a fan — who — although remote — decided to project all their narcissistic fantasies of enlightenment on us — and for a moment we were uncertain what we were putting out to the universe was doing any good — and questioned if it was causing harm

WE NEVER WANTED TO BE A LIFESAVER DURING THE EMPIRE’S COLLAPSE

OR DID WE? HAVE REACHED THE STAGE IN LIFE WHERE THE HALF FORGOTTEN WHISPERS TO THE WOODS — NOW COME BACK ACTUALIZED

We write poetry
Con/Jur/d, 9/4/2024

10’000 meter poetry
Momentary Poetry
Spitting in the wind poetry 
Accidental Poetry

Names for something we don’t
understand, a dance, in the dark

Years ago, we had a rabbit (re)
scued, after Easter’s casual
cruelty of good intentions, the
flop eared disconnect, the cynical

EXPLOITATION


between pet store and desperate
parent, darkMagick market forces
a brutalist mechanism of EXchange

We named him Alestier after the LOVE
IS THE LAW missionary, and he ‘lived’
on the 3rd floor of our, 18000 sq“ ware-
house space, with the converted gas
oven, bathroom, futon bed and TV, above
our oft ignored studio spaces, with attendant
 subsistence dreams, 
          and endless capitalist negotiations, and

at NIGHT around 3 AM

all the anxiety would localize in Aleister’s 
                                                                   feet

under our bed, and he would scratch, scratch

SCRATCH SCRATCH, until we got up and chased
him out with the bedbroom, kept for that purpose

ONE afternoon, after we had stolen money from
the bakery to pay for food and shelter, we decided
to treat ourselves and went to a local bistro where we 
ate rabbit sausages with rigatoni in a white wine sauce

later, upon getting home, we availed ourselves of the third
floor bathroom, to purge the glass after glass 
of water, drunk to compensate for the one-meal split
and Aleister heading for his rabbit box also in the same
tiny bathroom, stopped as we were letting go

HE LOOKED AT US

with fear, respect and something akin to 

SURPRISE

for several weeks after

HE DID NOT SCRATCH BENEATH THE BED

those are the poems we want to write

A SILENCE 
GREATER 
THAN WORDS

SOMETIMES SOMEONE CLAIMS OUR FINGER AS BELONGING TO THEM

THE FIRST RULE OF ZEN — YOU MUST TAKE FULL RESPONSIBILITY FOR YOU — BLAME — OWNERSHIP — OTHER WAYS OF MAKING EXOPLANETS INSTEAD OF ENDOPLANETS — AND YOU’RE DUCKED

HARD NOT TO BE KIND TO THOSE JUST WAKING UP

OF COURSE — YOU RUN THE RISK OF BEING DRAGGED UNDER

WHAT STARTS AS ONE MANIC EPISODE SUDDENLY BECOMES MANY

WELL — WE’RE SHAKING IT OFF AND TRYING TO REENGAGE WITH THE PRACTICE— WE’LL BE TRAVELING TO ALTERNATE CLIMES OVER THE NEXT SEVERAL WEEKS — YET — HOPE TO BE A BIT MORE REGULAR — NOW THAT THEY ARE BANNED

Much love,

Con/Jur/d, 9/4/2024