ARMED CELL 8

ARMED CELL 8

AN ACCELERATED ALPHABET...from SUN CYCLE

LAMENTATIONS

from INTROSPECTIVE DATA

from MERRY HELL

from ALMOST ENOUGH

WE FOUND LULZ IN A HAPLESS PLACE

ANNE LESLEY SELCER

SEAN BONNEY

DONATO MANCINI

SARA LARSEN

BRUCE ANDREWS

DAVID BUUCK

ARMED CELL 8

Edited by Brian [email protected]

Covers by Mayakov+sky Platformfrom Reddish Green Timomachia, anessay on capital and amphoteric valuemayakov-plus-sky.blogspot.com

Physical edition of 100Free

ARMED CELL 8 was first distributed at the Brian Ang, Donato Mancini, and Anne Lesley Selcer reading at La Commune Caf and Bookstore, Oakland, February 27, 2015. ARMED CELL 9 will appear in August 2015. Submit cover images and writing by the end of June 2015 for consideration.

An accelerated alphabeta mumbled picture

a ridiculous florescence of page after pagepeacocked on a green screen

as if each term flagrantly raised an objectionagainst its own denotative power

under local clouds

now its your turn to fall downfrom the love of the look

that turned politics to puddles turned it to feathers

slowed it to pollen slowed it to oil which shimmers in a slick

a scripto continua an angel wrotethen threw like a parachute into thin air

each corner held down by a small child who, unemployed & not yet signified sings,

empire is everywhere nothing happenseverywhere everything happens all at once.

ANNE LESLEY SELCER

from SUN CYCLE

I. Walking thru walls

One city constructs another city in reverse,

a thousand windows open, an immediate and disappearing library.

The suns a creep this week.

Force transforms form at exceptional velocity,

I arise from this accelerated archeology to spit in knowings eye.

II.

I wanted to throw the sun in the trash can,

I wanted its second nature.

I wanted to understand forms mimicry,

I dreamed of sexual violence too,

walking from gallery to junk store;

on everyones computer screen, that week

everything else walking right thru.

III.

The sun smashes me.

It unpetals me.

The sun slides its eyes all around me.

The sun reveals me, unearned.

The sun sorts me, battles me, surrounds

and impregnates me.

The sun is my main respondent.

IV. The meeting

We sat in a circle around an empty metal basket, a fallow fire pit.

It was above us, was all around, was at an angle to us,

we moved into & out of it, the sun was on every side.

I did not know if we would make a new city, a new law, or nothing,

or something precisely as we were, dans tous les sens.

I wanted to put the sun in the center.

V. Nouns by Bataille, compiled for Elliot Rodger

thing isparody isthing isform

body is sun isvehicle isfrenzy

lead isparody isgold isparody iscoitus isparody iscrime

origin isground isbase iscenter

car isclock ismachine isimage

sentence istracings issystem iscenters iscircles istotality islabyrinth

shoe istooth isnose islove

smell iseggs iseyes isroot islove

dog isstomach isgoose iswoman isjar isconfusion isvehicle islove

earth isanimal isman isresult iscause isanimal isman isearth iscoitus

man isothers isone isothers

girl ispresence isit isdarkness

love isvanity isdiamond israge isimage ismirror

I isindifference isher isme isI islove isher isshe isI isher isshe isforgetting

forgetting issubterfuge

man isspecter iscoffin

direction issun isground

tree isground isshaft issun

tree islightning isground islove

love iscloud iscloud isearth isstorm is the only rain was falling stones

sun ishand istree iseye

erection issun iscellar

eye issun iscadavers isreaction

face ispassion isdebauchery isindecency

nothing isentrails

ground iswater

idea isforce iseruption

organ isparts iseruption

deflagrations isheavens

fertility isdisaster

love isthroat

parody isblinding sun

I am the filthy parodyof the torrid and blinding sun.

I isthroat isgirl isI

you isnight

I isthroat isgirlyou are the night

you arethroat isgirl isthe night

blinding isviolating isnight issun

blinding issun isyou arenight

sun isempire isno sun setsever

____________All language in Nouns by Bataille, compiled for Elliot Rodger taken from Lanus Solaire by George Bataille with the exception of a line from Etel Adnans The Arab Apocalypse.

SEAN BONNEY

LAMENTATIONS

for Jacob Bard-Rosenberg

Our illnesses are mostly political illnesses - Peter Weiss

We greet the dark - Diane di Prima

in the days of our fiercest anger

the precision of beautythe joy of the whole world

soaked bread in their darknessenemies pressed their mouths on us

a snare is come among usthere are none to comfort us

*

Of music imprisoned, the insulted and truly wretched.Of the names of those responsible for the recent massacres.

On the numerology of birdsongOn riot replaced by birdsongOur persecutors swifter than eagles

They pursued us on the mountains. Laid wait for us in the wilderness.

And our collective vowels humming like drones. The invisible, whatever that is. As if it didnt hover above us. Announce itself with blue fire.

*

The law is a mouth. Glossolalia.

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these towers and citiesthese desert plainsthese tasteful burningskies, what are theywhat has been forgottenin these shanty townsthese parks and legendssolid, bright, concealedstrange and distantghosts, our stark ghosts

pass the soul of your body like waterboiling water that scalds forever

*

It breathes, the law, and those it protects it sings inside, and they are like flowers, chaste and tranquil as glass.

It stares at us, the music of the law, and its fingers, they pluck us, as if we were strings, golden, and we are their songs, the inhabitants of the law.

And we have no foothold, and we stumble, backward and backward, hour by hour, as stars or buildings collapsing, into the abyss, of their hearts, the inheritors of the law, and we sing there, unimagined, in the ice of our silence, falling.

And their souls will flow like piss in the streets of the great city.

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Say they have enclosed us in blank stone. You wake up, you open your eyes, is simple: we have been consumed like blood and water, and our language - you wake up, sibilants and syntax a jet of bleach and concepts. Think stuff up: the enemy is non-material, we are not.

Say they have choked us with black sugar. Ask who are these custodians of yesterdays rebellions - insist that it really happened, we are not at all imaginary. You wake up, you open your eyes - there is a border separates us, the deserving, the un-deserving dead. Post no miracles.

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It is the stupid practice of our times to complain instead of acting. Jeremiads are the fashion. Jeremiah is found in all attitudes. He cries, he lashes, he dogmatises, he dictates, he rages, himself the scourge of all scourges. Let us leave the elegising clowns, those gravediggers of liberty. The duty of a revolutionary is to always struggle, to struggle no matter what, to struggle to extinction. - Louis-Auguste Blanqui.

five days without sleepthe law is fixed and burnswe who are captive hereeach night the same figureon the same road, stopsroaring, like a brainroaring out our ghostshyacinth and snap-flowermy ghosts, a river of bonesmy ghosts, narcissi myspinning, my laws, stay hereevil-doing falls like rain

*

remember itto take these tales as advicean organising vortex each sentence stoleneach word a double claw. Act now.

That looked the sun in the face and were not blinded - Lola Ridge

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So anyway, insomniacs or the wandering dead sleep by walking through the department, yeh, through the golden city. Well screw them. The choir, if there is one, is a flock of ghosts. The chorus a mob of disenchanted sloganeers. Forget it. Take some sulphate, some hydrogen, whatever, elements, elementals, mash it all up and boil the invisible

the ecstasy of oxygen molecules the mad monks of Westminster

One was scried with swallows. One was split with scissors.

*

some grow in dust are not to be picked opponents of day and nights counter-light

every door is not locked - Ericka Huggins

Because we do not exist the years of our birth are stacked inside the shadows of our mouths like imaginary cities or the pits of heaven and other basic banalities.

And when they say we, they are only trying with their drivel to mold what the people think and how they think it. - Ulrike Meinhoff

We the liars. We the obedient, we the imperial teeth.No birds, no suits, no sacrificial spiders.This history passes through us like ghosts.Various acronyms. Nostalgia for electric colour.Black and murderous pink.

Say those rats. Say those rats have names say you know those names. You do not know those names. Say black powder say a lot of things. And then, a fascist victory, say that. And then. Say it seemed like a door was opened like just or a second and we hurtled through that door or was it things hurtled toward us I dont know and. Say it was just a cloud of powdered blood. Say you know their names and then suffer from beneath those names and live and tunnel inside those names and. Ask what becomes of the motherfucking broken hearted

*

Avoid melancholy.Tell a few jokes.Blow up Stonehenge.

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apply gravity to your body raw water like butter actually made from your body, yes, meaning you, we, a force from the past & on the subject of flowers:

Who are these judges, who made them custodians? Of what? What are these things in the centre of their mouths, that ringed silence, that crushed clock, screams of dead and flying things. The human form, it frightens me, its scratched and monstrous aspects; plague clung to, as spirit of love, and spectres shriek like starlings in the streets of our devastated cities.

it is a storm of monstrous drums

the war has not been declared it only shrieksthe way ghosts shriek & ashes are the shrieks of ghosts areburnt water are skaldsof coins & lawful slumber

and scarlet stars of rotten silver

I want to never forget how I was forced to become a monster of justice and intolerance, a narrow minded simplifier, an arctic character uninterested in anyone who was not in league with him to kill the dogs of hell - Ren Char

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there is a law it patrols the invisible is dark outside

there are comets as we decipher them as law or radio

as then the cities burn as ash as simple figures as the sky is an insult

name this city

it is a bone it isour bones creakas pearl fire will

split nets of streetsor bone it isno emergency

& this sentence un-pronouncedmust not make you bitter it has made you bitter

- it is our beauty, apocalyptica -

But for you it would be something of a duty in that you could perform in Tbingen the role of a waker of the dead. It is true that the Tbingen gravediggers would do their utmost against you. - Hlderlin to Hegel, 25 November 1795.

from INTROSPECTIVE DATA

DONATO MANCINI

Two years later a search-party had found them, hobbling along [through the jungle] on improvised crutches, toothless and suffering from half-healed fractures. It seems there was no calcium in the area. Chickens couldnt lay eggs, there was nothing to form the shell. Cows gave milk, but it was watery and translucent, with no calcium in it. (W.S. Burroughs)

Are wages adequate compensation for life spent at work?

Is human labour1 - purchased2 - extracted

Work its own reward?

Which of the following is a luxury1 - leisure time2 - inebriants (alcohol, soft drugs)3 - jewellery

Do you work harder than your friends?

Is the drop in a bucket1 - milk from a goats udder2 - rain from a leaky ceiling3 - coin from an almsgivers pocket

Are you tired emotionally, mentally or physically?

How long can I live on apples and bourbon?

Is foxglove edible?

At what point does sleeping-in become immodest?1 - 10:30 am2 - 12:00 pm3 - 3:00 pm4 - 5:00 pm

At what point does it become immoral?

If its not white guilt, what could it be?

Is a coma like a long nap?

Is the position that radical social change is impossible a radical position?

Indifference, apathy or accommodation?

Disaffection, contempt, outrage or resentment?

Should a gob of spit include phlegm?

Embrace. Negativity.

Hope. Keeps. You. Down.

Wish. You. A. Deep. Ambivalence.

Resist. Compulsory. Optimism.

Would. Rather. Not.

My. Oui. Says. Non.

Dedescribed.

Devoked.

Defeatured.

Decreated.

Dont. Say. Nothing.

If. You. Can. Cant. You. Will. Never.

Smells like wood like oil paint in the garret. Like baby flesh paint. The babytree is in bloom. Babies have blossomed on it from the beginning and forever. Rosy twilight. Babies withering ripening rotting on them. On the babytree ... The rustling babies. (U. Allemann)

How many times did you hear the word love today?

Does the word love1 - give solace2 - induce panic

Do you consult pop songs for relationship advice?

Have you ever been sexually happy?

Are you sexually attracted to happiness?

Would you have a child with an abortionist?

Are babies predominantly1 - repulsive2 - adorable

Do you patrol the boundaries of your sexual orientation1 - in a jeep2 - on a dromedary3 - stopping by woods on a snowy evening

When did tattoos, piercings and funky facial hair become the new power suit?

If the proposed minimum wage rise amounts to less than half the accepted living wage, is that irony?

Can you fight off a rapist ironically?

Can you revolt ironically?

Have you experienced love as self-hatred?

Who stuffed wet chewing tobacco into the top of my snorkel?

Do you know your way around the bottom of the lake?

Does your given name suit you?

Have you ever pretended you dont speak English?

Would you have chosen to be born?

SARA LARSEN

from MERRY HELL

For Helen of Troy, For the Women of the Paris Commune, For my friends, now.

the true meat

with limbs you had when you were

born these people are such a mob

who jeweled my hand when i became his spouse

who gemmed my hand when i became his spouse

the sirens are the call your own body made to itself to come home

but he refused tied to a pole.

this being civilization and all.

salty

now i tell you the be gemming of underworld word

lilys & boarded-up windows mark this fallow

thanatos and eros in the centerline of my bod ies cant breath

em pyre

consumes all that is sacred but i have now dived on my own volition deep into briny Aegean greenwaters

waters to drown out a blood beat i saw my life crumble up like a broken mirror

and my face dis appe ar AIAIAI It is the turn of the year.

Bookended by Iphigenia and Clytemnestra

what is owed is fabul ous some say, Iphigenia was not on my boat

some s ay her body on slaughter alter some sa y boun d up like a perfect book

that all these soldiers gonna spend out on me

my daughter of LIGHT who falls into the a byssss of mat ter

we tore off the kredemna tore off our virginity our husbands

and we thre w them under our asses

sea light.

rosemary oilscuttling trees

did i drown

in a boat

between wor lds

Queen of the underground there in your silk fatale

dead flora

Love knows no body

Love for Loves sake is divine

all of this time what is owed is based on despair betrays what must be fed to exist rather than existence itself

existence itself is equal

I wont forget to put a rose cap on your grave Lady Death.

BRUCE ANDREWS

from ALMOST ENOUGH

C-c-c

You want rights? nationbuild!

redneck fiscal spreadsheet undiscipline

RPGs rocket-propelled grenades we reguarantee

assange hitting below the borscht belt

econo glocks to shame fee-splitting mob

skirt detox / homeland detox, model citizen on steroids

money meant anti-downward snacks as ridicule

Libya bleeds just like us, joke guns market the typically

kidnap limo, the phrase polo mogul

big troubles with non-union NAFTA trashcan

autopsy // queen // democracy

nixonish puccini, dollar-sniffing dogs

felon glitter FICA to slur into capital flight

murder by passport, enema by deskclerk

smear gun veto travesty

gangsters moll, kit form

Booth goof, my quislings, that pouting kingdom

now to Mao Tse-tung Waziristandardizing the go-to SWAT team

dancing a brown Trickle-Up Economics

Kalashnikov tee-totalling rebel, crasscultural game-based Fidelista

big business is my child abuse palestinian start-ups

no, we call it fiscal underachievement

rhetoric raptor desires to be associated with people of power

bankruptcies are up because its easier

motorizing bombthreats, domination rests its case

lets plan a felony, we call them Democrats

or maybe just cronyism, shabby patriotic kill by rocket fire

bash the white man to execute me extrajudicially

crime dummy maladetto one bad cop can kill many Lenins

buyless in gaza, beat your leader into unconsciousness

experts in oppressing liberal-democratic bacon-cheeseburgers

Black Chicago called North Mississippi

disabling enemy machine guns can circumnavigate money

its irrational & illogical to assume that he did not know protesters were being targeted

What Clich Becomes A Legend Most?

Christ came back to collaborate with the fascists

. . . algae . . .

Boogie Down spy shit bigots into saints

consumer abject suicide quote by economy unquote

nazi skinhead freak, kill your superiors

cop pig slink with a deadly weapon

no catastrophes in society, usurpers unionized maquilladores all nationalistically goofusd

sparta bookish global finance homeboys cadillac freefire impresario of ethnicity

standback weapons or fatwahs, strikebreakers not enough foreigners

outside pressure causes extra repression, horrific enough to trigger more pressure, etc.

take responsibility for whites awkwardness

putin showy treason flesh, aryan cues patriotically more

hes cheesing by democalypse to make our country crushed

spin doctors back off, diaspora-ized peaceheads?

you are tax drunk, you are not a Green Beret

Aunt Jemima less authoritarianize paycheck banter pout

blame it on my bomb

breadlines, unite! got your emirate?

yell white power during the assault

agit-dub tionalization to transcitify dont lithuanianize me!

massive sleaze, soldier-of-fortune problem-solver

SHOPRITEs Ham ads interrupting Malcom X

Israel is Iran

Stalin repo, a fame-whoring social climber

numb naughtiness redneck Shah bolshevik not done yet

Democratatorship, anti-commie slam unguent money down

amererericans, gun replicas, tax axis hate state

rage of conspiracy, Generalissimo police itch swastika santa claus

no tax drunk, the insurgent we

haiti snacks on status quo, suez oomph to mush up power structure

Down with the Next President

Constitution dissolves in battery acid you pour on prisoners

gringo upshot frenemy of the state, New Left disarmament

the rich get to prevent change, class maximization woke with one vote

hail to the chef // hail to the shit

nation = one big morality play

trotskyistic revenue filth injustice gets fed up

laissez-faire // covert

displeasingly hammy theatricals after fixate

dont stop the zorro, hamhocks, we are the assassins

debenturatorial test-ban quisling pretty easier

force gets better, guilty sunbelt grabfest money

national sovereignty a license to slaughter your people

state socialism serum lizard, global spider, brixton wrongs

smacked-out crowd, homeless in the Third International

arrest the bankers with no glocks, buffoon a rightification for freedom

this joke occurs in your checkbook

no more peacetime teddybears, violence expresses . . . inequality

no world without helicopters

bilk clients political scientist, no

shoot the fuck-it, mex-zetanification

sorry anarchist class structure in ammunition

sniffing world capital to get high

bourgeoisicals pushing Maoist nostalgia

nazi goof talk about military justice!

surprise, megarich to benefit

rule & ruin / ruin to rule activism interpellates too

shiek chic, bookies riot police pose for pictures

unemployment is structure

sleazeballs legal tender

make a nation for me

DAVID BUUCK

WE FOUND LULZ IN A HAPLESS PLACE

for & after JD, DM, AB, AK, MB & the sound team

does form make demands?

wait, what?

to make gestures quotable

the better business bureau asks.

An Oakland poet in San Francisco.

A San Francisco poet in Oakland.

(or indeed the police force, in current procedurals

Owns a stapler gun.

(comes into its own mode of representation

accounting vs.recounting

(it is rather bureaucracy whose epic is sung before us)

An actual explosion, in an actual shingle factory.

in 1913.

in 1934.

but thats not my File

Transfer Protocol

would you prefer a reference

to Shelley here?

or to the licorice strike?

ATTICA! ATTICA! ATTICA! ATTICA!

screams Al Pacino, in a Raiders jacket.

but: The image is always in the present tense.

A group of rich people, caring about the environment.

to get to the other side.

the synopticon asks.

An Oakland poet in Santa Cruz.

An Oakland poet in Davis.

problem: articulating an us

that makes we happen

beyond us-ies.

thus

the where of we vs.the when of we

and: that one guy who wont shut up.

to describe

the gesture

of falling silent

of heads down on the sidelines

of neck bent into the screen-feed

of looking over ones shoulder

to talk behind ones own back

Problem: the possibility of communal speech (poetry) in the absence of a we.

but: we

there is no we

let us separate ourselves now

and: our capacitors, their selves

so: affect looks like what ?

to fetch some aluminum bats.

a re-enactment of the Battle of Oak Street.

in 1946.

in 2013.

wait, what?

what rhetorics of temporality to describe it

its having been

tighten up! tighten up!

the view from above asks.

A New York poet in Oakland.

An Oakland poet in Danville.

Youth vs.the youth

WOUNDED KNEE! WOUNDED KNEE! WOUNDED KNEE! WOUNDED KNEE!

screams Little Joe Killsright, through a black and red bandana.

and then I became

and this is in Vegas

okay, this is an arrow

right now, this is me, see but I dont think about, yknow, taking up

a revised Rihanna song, yknow, heh she basically latched on

(youtube, Michelle, get fit, all the kids, and so)

to what happens in certain communities

(diseases, fat people, see what Im sayin, theres no thought, no job, and so I need)

had to financialize the climate

in order to save it

and then I got board certified

Problem: emotion recollected in tranquility. Fuck tranquility.

but: ordering a Jameson with a single iced cube. Recollecting that.

to concretize disgust. as a positive way of saying No.

the certifying board asks.

An Oakland poet in Vancouver.

An Oakland poet in Kansas City.

in 1985.

in 2014.

A group of rich people, foraging in a forest.

100 fire extinguishers, aimed at the approaching line.

Beyond the kettle,

another kettle,

called work.

hedging debt

on the no futures

market.

such that: All Drones Are Zimmerman.

But not only are my desires not being met, they're not even my desires.

Learning from Las Vegas vs.Learning from Lagos

in 1977.

in 2006.

would you like a reference

to Koolhaus here?

or to the defense of the RCA?

But plausible deniability is itselfan architectural choice, one made manifestnot only in procurements and mergers,not only in networks and protocols,but also in drywall and concrete and stock photography.

Tho some bodies are forgotten in the language compound

Problem: whos not in the photo?

cuz theyre tools, questions are

the Arab Street thinks vs.the Oakland Street thinks

Last night the DJ fueled our fight

& today, hazy & blasted

hustling for the bail fund

red and black laughter

red and black nights

But how does it make you feel?

the morning after.

at $160 an hour.

a pedagogy of space and time vs.the state and the clock

but structures

dont take

to the street

, cuz

when youre pushing the sound

system up the street

in SF you gotta

watch for the tracks

& give up yr umbrella

to cover the battery

as the rain falls

on Wall Street West

in advance of the pepper spray

cuz when the skirmish

lines out front

others can sneak

in the back & banner drop

which is when you want

the speakers to kick

& the mic to crackle

the call for medics

to help wash out the eyes

of all who cant see

the paint on the walls:

Run comrade

the old worlds

behind you

That night I/we pulled out a piece of paper and started writing, well, of course we had just stimulated each other, had just put ideas first, had just created a void we were all dying to fill! The desire to make something, to solve what was stumping all this came from we. Desire. So yes, I ... did the actual writing ... but desire came with the we.

experiments in representation

the syntax of fighting to actually win

A group of rich people, cleaning a swimming pool.

and who counts what, by what metrics.

beyond the clicks, the slowly fading pings

a series

of data

packets

constitutes

a set trans-

versing

the field,

spreadsheets

on the grass,

alas, pigeon

shit occludes

the equation

no work today

so get to it

and by won I mean owned

RUBY RIDGE! RUBY RIDGE! RUBY RIDGE! RUBY RIDGE!

screams Steve Kurtz, through a Lackawanna surgical mask

and: better meetings.

wait, what?

Watching

a video

of Lumumba

on a phone

made of Congolese

colton

face paint selfie

phone swiping technology

(uptalked) I think it opens the door to bringing counter-surveillance into fashion?

to capture the hot new look on the street.

the feds ask.

A Ugandan poet in Vancouver.

A black bloc poet at the MLA.

When is I? When are she? When is we?

That guy? Hes his own tendency.

Broadside fetishist.

Backstabber.

Hand-wringer. Online commenter.

Problem: what I heard was image-captured off your feed in response to that

other thing ppl were talking about, and that being considered politics.

and: it is. even if Id rather etc.,

yet: we need toilets and a kitchen

A group of rich people, each with their own personal philosophies.

FERGUSON! FERGUSON! FERGUSON! FERGUSON!

screams Lil Bobbie Hutton, buried in a hoodie

But how does it make you think?

the riot as collective bargaining.

To bottom-line the booze run.

The multitude (of seven) asks.

An Oakland poet in Philly.

A rich poet in Oakland.

then

soon well have

a 3D printer

for all the tools

we need for nights

like this

now what, wait?

But how does it make you smell?

the % of Silicon Valley janitors living in Oakland vs.the % of Oakland cops living outside of Oakland


would you like a reference

to Angela Davis here?

or to Freedom TV Nyamubaya?

Envy those meetings? Good.

As a feminist I want you to drool for such a we.

in 1982.

in 2015.

Problem: sick of poetry, not finding another form for this roving disgust.

Like escaping a fire in a building that you designed.

while hating metaphors and prosody

then running back in, to log back on and

yet: those stabbing keyboard triplets.

the oh shit here it comes.


Everyone in the street

is in this fucking dance

in & across the intersection

references that my friends get

vs.

references that poets get

Whose we to act

as if of us

so remember

to carry

your meds

in their original

labeled

bottles

in case

you get

snatched

now pick up a tool

and fucking garden.

____________Includes material/nudges from Caroline Bergvall, Miguel Gutierrez, Brecht (translator unknown), Robbe-Grillet, Dionne Brand, Jereon Mettes (translator Vincent van Gerven Oei), Henri Lefebvre (translator unknown), Susan Parenti, Eric Hobsbawm, Ingrid Burrington, Fredric Jameson, Donato Mancini, the Carville Annex Instagram feed, & god knows what else. (& by god I mean Roque Dalton)

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