When we said today, yesterday
9/9/2024 we meant today, not tomorrow, it's become UNFINISHED THINGS
Mister Horse Ron Padgett Issue 39, Fall 1966 Mmmm I get up and am seized by the present Whose presence is As a roof fits on a house whose car in the garage Backs out And in the back seat Childhood is normal but the scaffolding thrown up around The road is built with an insane logic Which is at once its interest and its uselessness Save as torment Not an example is a loose nail here One I caught my sleeve on But I’ve moved Up to the floor all in blue And the décor is stunning in its vacuity As if the air were suddenly sucked out By a passing machine The one we ride and operate With our hands and feet ...
A Familiar (RE)Turn Con/Jur/d, 9/9/2024 When we said today yesterday we meant today, not tomorrow and so it is when words lose some sheen, turns outside in you step behind them, into the silence right here, while the chatter excuses itself goes next door, and all stories become the ONE STORY yesterday, for us, “Mister Horse” by Ron Padgett, as THE PARIS REVIEW delivered via bits and bites, thru CIRCUITS OF CONTROL (re)placing culture socialization/normative CAPITAL even digression monetized -- IN THE NEXT ROOM: BATHED IN THE BLISS here in the quiet, the poem we wrote, with the title A Familiar Turn, seem to be peering through the same window -- although, Padgett’s HORSE, is a bicycle for us O, you say, we don’t see it and indeed, when we find our way, back into consequence, it turns out we forgot to mention the bicycle, found in the garage mimicking our parents home, by FEEL, not in form, which is how we ended up here again, let’s see if an example will help: “And in the back seat Childhood is normal but the scaffolding thrown up around The road is built with an insane logic Which is at once its interest and its uselessness” ‘Mister Horse,’ Ron Padgett you can see it, can’t you? the way the handlebars twist the been there before miracle of staying upright, the move of air and pressure on sole and toe as you pull away from home and childhood the familiar return to the wayless unknown.
Much love,
Con/Jur/d, 9/12/2024
You’re sailing to Portugal?!?
That Allison Russel song is absolute 🔥 I came across her years ago when she covered Crazy by Gnarles Barkley. But the pipes on that broad!! This one, the lyrics really get right in your heart. A proud joyful motherf—r over here!