9/16/10

Thou Shalt Not Infringe (In DMCA We Trust)

Copyright infringement is the new heresy of The Corporate Church of Intellectual Property & Trademark ^tm.

Just ask any

pirate,

mash-up remixer,

graffiti artist

or other culture-jammer

about how hard the Lawyerly Inquisition can come down on you if you transgress that taboo!

+$+

9/9/10

NONFICTION ARTICLE : 250-500 WORDS

"how to extract a fishlamp from your hideous relics"

ingredients needed
-----------------------
* 23 jester magnets
* 9 oz of sarcataclysm
* a jigger of formaldehyde
* 7 large eggs (biped)
* an invisible banana

(ask your parents to help if you're not sure
if you should be running w/scissors or not!)

at noon you will feel
a vague swelling,
ready all the catnip then

roast it
on irregular-low till
it stops whinnying

blot the remaining
syntax with cheesecloth
or
a frisbee

if both tails have cracked
down the middle, rotate your
jaundice & pray
for rain

make sure to save
the sweat of your
brow,
it can be used
later
to douse the fires
of your passion

mix well using
your grandmother's thigh

bone
& a
bottle
found
hidden
under a
bridge

if your name turns
yellow, pop it
open & remove the crust
(otherwise, thursday)

garnish with kudzu
extravagance & serve
serveserveserveserve

9/8/10

it's not the things

it's     not 
  the things  you 
      said    
that 
   broke      me, 
     {avert 
your   I's}
      it was 
      more    things 
         you 
      didn't  stay.
willing         or 
    not
we're 
  prey:
         hurray!
 amble   & 
gamble   oh 
    you 
  paper  nap
  kin!
         punctuate 
 trivial  dreck.
should    
      we  stop 
 writing  these 
         secrets 
?
   are   we  
    speaker
giving away    wires
too    much  & causing 
   lightning 
         by  it?
   bleak 
    hive  mechanics
          herd 
  harmony halos 
   a meek    
module    consciousness.
   the 
      science   of 
ruin  trumping  the 
      meat 
cakes of           dawn
 with simile     damage & 
diuretic         deconstruction.

an 
alley    thin
         shadow   simian
  blends doorways
      at         
  13 
  o'
  clock

9/2/10

I lost my hipster handbook & can't quite remember....

How many levels of ironic distance are we supposed to be maintaining today?

Are we making fun of kitsch or is it just retro-kewl again?

(Things just aren't the same since the day we ran out of fresh pasts to plunder.)

who-what-when-where-why ...and tipsy widows

Dear Theoretical Readers (or spambots):

My name is Brian Dale & I live in Athens, TN -
which is better than living nowhere,
but only just barely.

I have been recently published
in the whirling eddies of 3 streams,
the whispers of your mother's gynecologist
&
on the back of the last pack of gum
you left to melt in the car's back window.

Otherwise, I am saving himself for
some nifty tornado
or
a biped with more words than legs.

I'm not really sorry,
but I'll make you a sandwich if you're hungry.

Be glad you're not him, because I am (usually).

9/1/10

out by your quiet [poem, 09.01.10]

out by
your quiet

 pool,   a darkly
eyeing
   shine told

 me to
    avoid

evaporation.

its watch
bled
 
1:23 & laughed,
but through
the

     swagger i
     thought
i detected a
glint &

asked    again
seeking

sureness
- ignore that

splash     it's
           just the
cricket

         pastors
 preaching insect

  hymnals with
broad mantis

      glee &
   fine

stitchery
    still,

it reminded
again
     me:

        avoid

   evaporation