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#49

Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
GIBBERISH

I make up
gibberish
for my book.

Let others judge. (more…)

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RSS This #3

Richard Nesberg
Secret Languages

Secret languages surround us. As humans we gather ourselves into groups smaller than Human and from such categorization we learn our secret languages. A secret language is a form or method of communication not readily understood by the masses, but requiring some membership or specialized knowledge to be understood. Examples range from announcements in Spanish to others concealed in hidden sectors of society like lolspeak and Pig Latin. As a lover of language, these secret languages intrigue me to no end. They are conduits for human interaction, different paths along the great experiment of humanity we as sentient are uniquely able to consider. I observe them, weigh them, perceive them, and enjoy them. (more…)

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something, i dunno #2

Jack Henry

i was thinking about my second column for gloom cupboard and two thoughts struck me. it might be more than two but for the moment it’s two.

initially i thought of a girl i dated in college. this is 20 some odd years ago so the details are a bit fuzzy. and i should clarify. when i say girl, perhaps transgendered human would be a better fit. and it only took five dates to figure that out.

secondly i thought about getting published, and not your first, great american novel about whores and wars and deadbeat living, rather that first poem you get published in the local fish wrap. the one where you take a bunch of copies, send them to family, including grandma, and you tape a copy to the wall of your workspace. the first published piece is amazing, a feeling almost like the first time you fuck a really hot girl, (or guy, i want to be open to homosexuals and females.

which leads me back to the girl i dated in college. (more…)

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#48

John Rocco
Thomas Disch Died Today

Thomas Disch died today.
He was a science-fiction writer
I read as a kid and when I
read his obit in the Times
I felt like I was reading one
of his stories, although his
stories were never this
crushingly real. Thomas
Disch shot himself after
what a friend called a
“sequence of catastrophes”:
his love died;
flood;
fire;
eviction.
It doesn’t seem fair to kill
a good writer with a lousy
reality plot like this.

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#47

Jeff Losius
The Sip

DAY ONE

“A very complex day today. Humans are so effortless.”
“They polish their knowledge with composed madness.”
“I heard a man begging for a month that wasn’t raw, a month that wasn’t savage. It made grave sense to me. I wanted a sip of his perceptions, so I took one.”
“You may have plunged into a very unnatural alliance with this man. Relay the crude details of your sip to me.”
“He had phobias. He wanted a wonderful fairness, a justness that would eventually connect all the dots, or at least take the plague out of them. His language was so layered, so comfortable, he built brick houses out of slang.”
“Tell me about the phobias.”
“He had a fear of amnesia and a fear of the sun. When he was inexperienced his father forced him to stare. Every time he blinked he was punctured. This never deflated him, only inflated what he already knew.”
“Which was…”
“That he was powerful, vital and potent. His gift to this world would be captivating and effective. He eventually went blind from these enraged burns to his retinas. The gift would be a spectacle of illuminated intellect based on years without sight. With no eyesight you never have to blink, there is nothing to observe but darkness.”
“And memories. Tell me about the fairness.” (more…)

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Talk Hard #2

Mikael Covey
“And he knows what he knows like the trees do” – Buffy Ste. Marie

You have to start with the basics. Build a platform, a ground, on which everything else is based; to which everything else refers. If art is to have meaning in life, then life has to mean something. So you have to start with – the meaning of life. Of course, in one way or another, everyone gives their own life meaning…or not. My view is – this existential meaning should always come from each individual. But that is probably so rare as to be almost never. (more…)

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#46

Jan Oskar Hansen
Tell a Stranger.

Midmorning, the sun was shoveling
aside clouds that threatened to shed
rain, clearing a path that got bigger
and bigger till it had the sky for itself;
that was ok as it was in the middle
of August, when I murmured to her:
“I love you”

Even though I meant it at the time
I managed to embarrass myself by
sounding insincere. Demoralized
when she laughed and hit me with
her handbag; I felt like a speck of
dust-more- a broken matchstick in
an ashtray full of masculine cigars

The last I saw of her was a proud
neck entering the bus going back
Beck Street. Walked into Rose &
Crown for a drink and to weigh up
my future. “I adore you” I said to
a woman sitting on her own, her
eyes lit up, she had a pretty smile.

(more…)

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Presenting: George Anderson

Jenny, the Blindman & I

We stroll intimately
with locked arms
up Symonds Street
up to the Thai Archer
the Blindman quietly
humming a tune
any tune
which pops into his head
the songs simply appear
he can’t explain why

He feels her nails scratching his
plaster cast & he halts cattle like
at the corner. He prefers the early
bop phase of jazz- music as impro-
visation. Music as making it up on
the spot. Totally living for the moment. (more…)

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#45

Chris Stanifer
Finistere

The sky cracked open
three hours ago,
rivulets of silver
and black
screeching down
the pane like
diamonds
on glass,
melting the world
beyond my room
into Dali forgery.

I remember walking
past your house
in a torrential downpour,
soaked to the bone
and frozen in
thin cotton t-shirt,
skirting the halo of
lamplight,
hoping to see you
through the window,
hoping not
to see him.

The weight of the rain
on my body
echoed the weight
on my soul,
the flash of lightning,
the clap of thunder
timed to synaptic dance
and heartbeat,
and I felt both alive
and dead at once.

Sitting here now
in front of my window,
all underwear and anger,
Tom Waits on the juke,
Barbaresco on the desk,
wishing
the rain would stop
never.

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Greg Oguss on Pop Culture
ON FILM CRITICS AND OTHER USELESS THINGS

What I like about the vast majority of film critics is how little they know about making movies. Here are a few examples of what I’m talking about. There are actually two scripts that every film crew works off of during production. One is the shooting script, which contains the dialogue, the settings, and the characters’ actions and reactions. There is another script that the public at large does not know about typically. I’m fairly certain most film professors have heard of the “working script.” But they can’t talk about it in a jargon-free way. (more…)

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