imaginaryimageblog: everything in your house gradually becoming translucent over the course of an hour
I THINK ALL MEN IN THE ARMED SERVICES SHOULD NOT JUST BE ALLOWED TO GROW MULLETS AND MUSTACHES BUT FORCED TO DO SO REPLACE THE REVEILLE WITH A GUITARSOLO POST HASTE
I KNOW WE JUST MET AND THIS IS CRAZY BUT I’VE RECENTLY DECIDED NOTHING EXISTS OUTSIDE MYSELF AND TO PROVE IT I’VE BEEN RECORDING YOU FOR THE LAST 30 MINUTES, HAVE A LISTEN IT’S COMPLETE GIBBERISH
I KNOW WE JUST MET AND THIS IS CRAZY BUT LET’S GET ALL OUR FRIENDS TOGETHER IN A PUBLIC PARK AND PRETEND TO BE CATS UNTIL THE POLICE COME BUT THEN STILL PRETEND TO BE CATS
I KNOW WE JUST MET AND THIS IS CRAZY BUT IM PRETTY SURE YOU’RE MY GYPSY GRANDPAW AND WE’RE ON THE RUN
I KNOW WE JUST MET AND THIS IS CRAZY BUT LETS RIP OFF ALL OUR SKIN TO PLEASE TIAMAT TOGETHER OR START A BAND MAYBE I KNOW WE JUST MET AND THIS IS CRAZY BUT LET’S GET UNNECESSARY SURGERIES TOGETHER LET’S KISS IN SPACE LET’S TRANSFORM INTO A HERD OF WORMS AND WIGGLE INSTEAD OF SPEAK IN WORDS
IF I HAD TO SEND A POSTCARD TO ANOTHER UNIVERSE TO LET THEM KNOW WHAT IT’S LIKE HERE, ID SAY JUST THIS: THINGS ARE FAR APART START WITH ATOMIC MATTER THE INTERIOR NATURE OF MATTER IS THIS: MOSTLY NOTHING—NOTHING WITH LITTLE TINY BITS OF SOMETHING SUSPENDED IN IT (AT VAST DISTANCES FROM EACH OTHER, RELATIVE TO THEIR SIZE) JUMP TO THE SCALE OF ANIMALS» AS ANIMALS WE KNOW FULL...
SEVERAL HANDS ENGAGED IN CONTEST OVER A DETACHABLE BEARD AND THEN THE EVENTUAL WINNER STROKING IT, LIKE A FAVORED WEASEL
LET’S REMEMBER TO LIE DOWN AND DRIFT TOGETHER LET’S FORGET THE EXTENT OF THINGS MAYBE THEY’RE FOREVER MAYBE WE’RE ON A RAFT AND THE SKY IS FOREVER AND THE WATER IS TOO
so much joy it hurts: Blown by Beckian Fritz... →
kathleenjoy: Have you lost your mind, are you wingstruck, is there a piece of you gone, why can’t that fire fall out of your chest or are you completely unstrung with the stripping him down to the hot quick of you and too lamentably eyesick, voicesick, breastsick to understand there’s no hope for you— you must…
imaginaryimageblog: A VERY SMALL MAN WHO LIVES IN YOUR KITCHEN CUPBOARD AND WHO SMILES ENCOURAGINGLY WHEN YOU ACQUIRE YOUR BREAKFAST CEREALS (IM WRITING FOR THE IMAGINARY IMAGE BLOG NOW; CHECK IT OUT. VERY COOL)
MY LIFE AS A BEARD BEGAN INITIALLY WITH LITTLE DIFFERENCE BUT ONE DAY IN THE POST I RECEIVED A MOST INTRIGUING LETTER: AN INVITATION TO JOIN A SMALL SPECIES OF NORTH AMERICAN BEARS I ACCEPTED IMMEDIATELY
HAS THE COUNCIL CONSIDERED AN ENORMOUS “COMMUNAL” UMBRELLA? (DOES IT LOOK LIKE RAIN?) “I THINK MAYBE WE OUGHT TO CONSIDER AN ENORMOUS COMMUNAL UMBRELLA” YOU WHISPER INTO A PASSING EAR “MAYBE THAT’S WHAT’S BEST FOR EVERY ONE” YOU CONCUR WITH A DISINTERESTED BEARD (WHO PERKS WITH MENTION OF REFRESHMENTS AND CANTER OFFS TO THE ANTECHAMBER WHERE...
DIP YOUR FINGER IN THE LAKE AND LICK IT CLEAN PROCLAIM THE WATER “POISONED” AND THEN NOD KNOWINGLY FLY AWAY WITH A LOOK OF DISAPPROVAL ON YOUR (BEAUTIFUL) FACE
YOU WAKE UP COVERED IN WORMS BUT THEY ARE WORMSMILING AT YOU IT’S LIKE A FRIENDLY BLANKET NOT SO BAD, REALLY ((((((((((((((((( ((((((((((((((((((((((((((( (((((((((((^-^)WORMS(^-^))))))))))))))))))) ))))))))))))))))))))))))) ))))))))) ((((((((((((((((( ((((((((((((((((((((((((((( (((((((((((^-^)WORMS(^-^))))))))))))))))))) ))))))))))))))))))))))))) ...
THINGS! (AN ILLUSTRATED STORY) →
WILD DOGS STOLE MY MOM BUT LATER SHE SENT ME A LETTER FROM THE WILD DOG KINGDOM IT SAID “DEAR SON, IM A WILD DOG NOW. I USED TO LOVE YOU, BUT NOW IM TOO BUSY WITH WILD DOG THINGS FOR LOVE. SEE YA, MOM.”
THE SUMMER I SPENT AS DRIFTWOOD IN A LOCAL BOG
REPROACHFUL SPIDER ON MY NECK, IM SORRY. I MEANT TO TOUCH MY MULLET, BUT I TOUCHED YOU INSTEAD
I TOUCHED A SPIDER AND IT FROWNED
Now that I’m writing longer fiction, I’m beginning to suspect all the voices I’ve carried around inside me, or which seem to otherwise arrive, have been seeking to inhabit me. They’re not things negotiating their release; They want their turn at the helm.
I was born under unusual circumstances. My mother was a svelte, graceful but capricious witch and my father was a disembodied warrior from the 12th century that seduced my mother one night when the unseasonal autumn heat was driving everyone crazy and stirring up trouble. When I imagine them making love, I picture all the windows and doors of our stately (and capacious) 19th century farmhouse...
Since the miracle of the bee I’ve had trouble trusting “culture.” That human practice of distraction and obfuscation. The finely wrought cottons and melodic panaceas, the handsome men trapped forever in marble, and all the words, etched, scrawled, printed or pronounced from a stage, all of it somehow seeming to me to be concerned with advancing an argument against the world as it...
I was born twice: first, as a baby boy, carried to term by a loving, surrogate dog-mother while my irresponsible witch-mother charmed her way through a string of fantastic (phantasm) lovers; and then again years later, as a murder of crows—a conceit explained to me as an “instructional device” by my newly-acquired and extremely powerful mentor Baba Yaga, but which in all...
MY OLDEST TEXT IS ONE I SENT MYSELF: “POETRY DOESN’T CARE WHO AUTHORS IT” DEC 30, 2009 3:23 PM
GATHER IN A PILE ALL THE FUTURES YOU CANNOT ACCEPT AND THEN BOLDLY STRIDE IN THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION
A BRIEF SURVEY IN REVERSE: MY MEMOIRS
WHEN I WAS 14 I CONSUMED AN ENTIRE BOOK BEFORE MY ASTONISHED HOME-ROOM AND CLAIMED TO HAVE “READ” THE BOOK GASTRONOMICALLY. WHEN I WAS 13 I FELL FROM A THREE STORY WINDOW AND LANDED ON MY FACE AND PASSED OUT FOR THREE WEEKS. WHEN I WOKE, I FOUND THE WORLD STRANGE FULL OF LIGHT AND COLORS AND SOUNDS BUT ALL OF THEM TOO LOUD AND TOO BRIGHT AND HAPPENING ALL AT ONCE. I ACCLIMATED BUT LOST THE...
RECURRING DREAM: I AM DISCOVERED AND HUNTED
A MUSIC FOR FILM A MUSIC FOR CRYING IN THE DARK A MUSIC FOR WALKING AROUND A PUBLIC PARK AT NIGHTTIME A MUSIC FOR SMELLING THINGS (EX. HOT TRASH) A MUSIC FOR DISSOLVING INTO A CUP OF COFFEE AND BEING CONSUMED BY A DISTRACTED STRANGER A MUSIC FOR SECRETS AND FOR KEEPING SECRETS
IF I AM EATING A LOLLIPOP I WILL USE IT GESTURALLY FOR EMPHASIS OR TO POINT AT YOU DURING CONVERSATION THIS IS A SOLEMN PROMISE
I WANT TO SLEEP ON A PILE OF JELLY BEAN I WANT TO SMELL LIKE FLAVORS
IM LISTENING TO “OVER YOU” BY ROXY MUSIC AND WEARING ONE HUNDRED JEAN JACKETS AT ONCE I AM AN ENORMOUS DENIM BALL AND IM ROLLING AROUND KATAMARI ME BABY
You’re in an unfamiliar apartment and there’s too much glass and the windows are high up. There’s an oversize magazine on the coffee table; it’s sky blue and wide and there’s no text or other graphics, it’s just sky blue. You open it and it’s page after page of draw something skrillexes or “dubstep,” most of which feature skrillex....
MAKE BOOKS “SOCIAL” BY READING THEM ALOUD TO FRIENDS
THE YEAR I GOT AN AN AWARD FOR PISSING IN EVERY STARBUCKS SINK IN THE COUNTY THE YEAR I KISSED A DOG WITH “INAPPROPRIATE” ENTHUSIASM THE YEAR I ENTERTAINED A SERIES OF STUPID HAIRCUTS THE YEAR I SPENT IN THE DARK, CALCULATING
I LIKE TO HIT A LOT OF DIFFERENT NOTES THROUGHOUT THE DAY BUT I TRY TO MAINTAIN A BASELINE OF WILD, STUPID ENTHUSIASM
We forget a lot of things along the way to wisdom. We forget to carry ourself into things We forget to be ready There is a moment just past wisdom which is very much like singing in an empty marketplace or losing your shoes in the afternoon You need to be ready to lose your shoes in the afternoon or abandon a magic trick in the river at midnight It’s important to...