Global Warming 1
I thought I was hallucinating but it turned out it was just crickets
Which turned out to be neighbors
Which it turns out are a TV.
Hotline bling
Hotline bling
Hotline bling
(I knew you were my)
It's not summer
But the temperature colludes with the light and strikes a new temporal theme
A new season of transparent love
The anthropocene draws on gray paper with a dipped brush in swishes that dissolve
As they dry
The dinosaurs make their way to pre-fall
But their bones-
just got so hot they faded out
before they made it
All before four chairs turning
Wax on top of bones, got so hot, dripping off
There is a human myth about it
The window was open to account for the heat
that was on for the cold, which is gone.
Which turned out to be neighbors
Which it turns out are a TV.
Hotline bling
Hotline bling
Hotline bling
(I knew you were my)
It's not summer
But the temperature colludes with the light and strikes a new temporal theme
A new season of transparent love
The anthropocene draws on gray paper with a dipped brush in swishes that dissolve
As they dry
The dinosaurs make their way to pre-fall
But their bones-
just got so hot they faded out
before they made it
All before four chairs turning
Wax on top of bones, got so hot, dripping off
There is a human myth about it
The window was open to account for the heat
that was on for the cold, which is gone.
Poetry In Motion
Accidental intimacy
Natural and honest moments
As described by an art director in a past life
Something, about the to and fro
And somebody you wish would just shut up
Everything, down to the sheen and smell
Privilege is part of the commute
Natural and honest moments
As described by an art director in a past life
Something, about the to and fro
And somebody you wish would just shut up
Everything, down to the sheen and smell
Privilege is part of the commute
Tindr
You must be a bot
The way you regard me
Ever so clearly
Now
The pin sins
In search of body
Typed
Aided
Bought
The way you regard me
Ever so clearly
Now
The pin sins
In search of body
Typed
Aided
Bought
Info Session
Nodes in a tower
Far from the glittering city
Wrapped in a blanket of warm, new wood
Cohorts clothed in abundant
pattern like picnic cloths
Or a top a toy farmer would wear
Far
far from the earth far
Far from the dirt and mud
Far the sky
The grass and bugs
The flowers far, and berries far, and cows
Far and roads crumbling
'neath the barrel of tires roaring, rumbling
Far the tower, close together
Nodes
clothed in smooth tones, warm
where
A hand lain gently to face the other
where
no face and no hand at all
Far from the glittering city
Wrapped in a blanket of warm, new wood
Cohorts clothed in abundant
pattern like picnic cloths
Or a top a toy farmer would wear
Far
far from the earth far
Far from the dirt and mud
Far the sky
The grass and bugs
The flowers far, and berries far, and cows
Far and roads crumbling
'neath the barrel of tires roaring, rumbling
Far the tower, close together
Nodes
clothed in smooth tones, warm
where
A hand lain gently to face the other
where
no face and no hand at all
Fashion 1
More eyes pull more out
Dazzling at the surface
Attracting strings
Methodically fastened
Pushed like knife through butcher butter
Bleeding, blood is a color
Emergent constellation
Leaking, controlled like a decision
Meeting mid-platform
Eyes
Push pieces in
Scan with hands for fleas through fur, beating
Set upon a beacon balanced
As an abacus
Counting, hail
Dazzling at the surface
Attracting strings
Methodically fastened
Pushed like knife through butcher butter
Bleeding, blood is a color
Emergent constellation
Leaking, controlled like a decision
Meeting mid-platform
Eyes
Push pieces in
Scan with hands for fleas through fur, beating
Set upon a beacon balanced
As an abacus
Counting, hail
Dental Insurance
Disc ridges blinking on a glass blank wall
Blurry window fake
Lashes melting next to an iron
Hunter-gatherer mistake
Scattering baskets on frozen ground
Sealing plastic apples with a clear wet brush
Bits of hay blown by stick in the finish
Making bubbles that are impossible to get out
Blurry window fake
Lashes melting next to an iron
Hunter-gatherer mistake
Scattering baskets on frozen ground
Sealing plastic apples with a clear wet brush
Bits of hay blown by stick in the finish
Making bubbles that are impossible to get out
Thanksgiving Poem
I wonder when the rush is killed
The rush of the whim
In the brush by the river, cold
In the fall
When the leaders leaving
Up to the bread'ns
Crushed with crumbs
and smashed with pudding
The rush of the whim
In the brush by the river, cold
In the fall
When the leaders leaving
Up to the bread'ns
Crushed with crumbs
and smashed with pudding
Treatise On Style
Dearest friend,
I'm working out an approach to style which is the opposite of design-
Raf pinned a mood board to his coat
Toss the mood board out the window with the
Old range rover
Speeding
I'll pin the mood in the middle of my chest
Let it cost fifteen dollars
Let it glisten there, the t-shirt can follow
The form is ok to flop, even, to forget about
An approach to style that is punk, the essence of punk, in that it is productive based on negation-
Allow it to be a brat, angsty, a PMS bitch, even
Based only, and only, on "that feels non-"
That looks odd, that catches my eye
Nothing more complicated than a crow, attracted and building a bower, attracting in the same act
Ok, so also jazz, and also punk.
Punk-jazz selecting, post-gen-x...
I'm also calling out a generation which is cusp or trade, and only visble now, maybe, in the way time has newly hardened into mud-dessert surface and cracked apart now,
showing something only in its sychronicity with the way we think about picking out our outfits, glistening only in the way we discuss it, and pass it in the same act
And something can be invented in this approach to style, based solely on that-doesn't-go-yet
It seems negatatory
Anarchocontrary
Mary
But it is hope actualized matter-energy, and Oops... It Always Was
I'm working out an approach to style which is the opposite of design-
Raf pinned a mood board to his coat
Toss the mood board out the window with the
Old range rover
Speeding
I'll pin the mood in the middle of my chest
Let it cost fifteen dollars
Let it glisten there, the t-shirt can follow
The form is ok to flop, even, to forget about
An approach to style that is punk, the essence of punk, in that it is productive based on negation-
Allow it to be a brat, angsty, a PMS bitch, even
Based only, and only, on "that feels non-"
That looks odd, that catches my eye
Nothing more complicated than a crow, attracted and building a bower, attracting in the same act
Ok, so also jazz, and also punk.
Punk-jazz selecting, post-gen-x...
I'm also calling out a generation which is cusp or trade, and only visble now, maybe, in the way time has newly hardened into mud-dessert surface and cracked apart now,
showing something only in its sychronicity with the way we think about picking out our outfits, glistening only in the way we discuss it, and pass it in the same act
And something can be invented in this approach to style, based solely on that-doesn't-go-yet
It seems negatatory
Anarchocontrary
Mary
But it is hope actualized matter-energy, and Oops... It Always Was
Stained Glass
Joni Mitchell is a Frank Gehry feminist
And everyone is singing to themselves
The way, goes both ways
And I want images that are the wardrobe
Not conversations that are a rug,
a rug that is suddenly not there
There may be no magic without sex
No peppers without passwords
and what they have in common
The way the street curves making people's walkings off
The time you drunk drove into wearing a jersey
That's wrong with America
I would push them
Down, down
If at any time it was an option
Don't stop
producin'
Dead, all dead
Sparks go, what is a structure?
Come now, where is the wave?
Click the key
s
Lock your job, beginner's luck
And everyone is singing to themselves
The way, goes both ways
And I want images that are the wardrobe
Not conversations that are a rug,
a rug that is suddenly not there
There may be no magic without sex
No peppers without passwords
and what they have in common
The way the street curves making people's walkings off
The time you drunk drove into wearing a jersey
That's wrong with America
I would push them
Down, down
If at any time it was an option
Don't stop
producin'
Dead, all dead
Sparks go, what is a structure?
Come now, where is the wave?
Click the key
s
Lock your job, beginner's luck
Mad
I
find
my
self asking for work
that has meaning
you realize
this
is
the problem.
The
wage
is
paid as a promise.
Time
is
Montreal.
Cy
-de step nothing.
Try
thee
latch on the back.
Did
find
my
self asking for work
that has meaning
you realize
this
is
the problem.
The
wage
is
paid as a promise.
Time
is
Montreal.
Cy
-de step nothing.
Try
thee
latch on the back.
Did
you
try it?
I told you
You're
so
selfish I like it.
I
tapped on thee
back of the screen
with a baked stuffed haddock
-you see me now?
so
selfish I like it.
I
tapped on thee
back of the screen
with a baked stuffed haddock
-you see me now?
Bodega Man
He's not the most friendly
But, busy.
And also
I'm shy.
He takes the time to pack a straw with my Gatorade
And I let it happen
Even though the straw is too short for the bottle.
And it's bad for the environment, wasteful.
I stopped bringing bags to the supermarket
because I want the girls who work there to like me.
I didn't know the straw doesn't fit the bottle
until I get home,
which is also when I realize that he took the time, and care.
But, busy.
And also
I'm shy.
He takes the time to pack a straw with my Gatorade
And I let it happen
Even though the straw is too short for the bottle.
And it's bad for the environment, wasteful.
I stopped bringing bags to the supermarket
because I want the girls who work there to like me.
I didn't know the straw doesn't fit the bottle
until I get home,
which is also when I realize that he took the time, and care.
Ending Gentrification
You may feel like first you need a space—
that's not going to happen.
Maybe your space is a place to stand sometimes.
You can fold it up and take it with you when you walk around.
That's a little better.
You can fold it into a chicklet
And chew down gently
And swallow it inside you.
Now you have completed the first step to ending gentrification.
You can assemble a chain.
It can be any material
But NOT anything bought from Amazon.
You can't exactly choose where the chain goes.
Everyone around you, and everything you pass, are part of the chain.
You are allowed one nest.
The nest is yours, it is unique to you. It possesses everything you are and everything you want: the nest is your power.
Chance will determine what goes into the nest.
Everything around you, and everyone you pass, are technically part of it.
To unlock an expanded set of levels, ask a neighbor.
that's not going to happen.
Maybe your space is a place to stand sometimes.
You can fold it up and take it with you when you walk around.
That's a little better.
You can fold it into a chicklet
And chew down gently
And swallow it inside you.
Now you have completed the first step to ending gentrification.
You can assemble a chain.
It can be any material
But NOT anything bought from Amazon.
You can't exactly choose where the chain goes.
Everyone around you, and everything you pass, are part of the chain.
You are allowed one nest.
The nest is yours, it is unique to you. It possesses everything you are and everything you want: the nest is your power.
Chance will determine what goes into the nest.
Everything around you, and everyone you pass, are technically part of it.
To unlock an expanded set of levels, ask a neighbor.
NY ily
I made a space to fill
They call it the future
It catches my flailing
And crying
And meanwhile I'm walking
convincingly
And
Just like that
Brick road
I won't forget
And I'm walking
They call it the future
It catches my flailing
And crying
And meanwhile I'm walking
convincingly
And
Just like that
Brick road
I won't forget
And I'm walking
Interview With A Doorman
He holds the key
To so many things
Like how the interior was designed
To replicate a ski lodge
It's based on a real hotel
Upstate
Provocative in the winter
In the summer, well,
To so many things
Like how the interior was designed
To replicate a ski lodge
It's based on a real hotel
Upstate
Provocative in the winter
In the summer, well,
Why I decided to quit smoking
I saw a girl wearing an outfit I wouldn't normally like,
but it looked cute on her.
And I noticed she was smoking, and I noticed her hi tops,
which I would never wear,
but they were working for her.
And then I thought, she almost makes smoking look cute.
And then I decided
that the real reason I quit smoking was so that I wouldn't be a walking advertisement promoting smoking and making it look attractive.
Cuz I'm so cute.
But, one time when I had just finished being a teen, some teens were hanging out and I was on a work break
smoking.
And the girls wanted to bum a cigarette, but the boy was trying to stop them,
in a way,
condescendingly.
And I gave them a cigarette
because it was the feminist thing to do.
but it looked cute on her.
And I noticed she was smoking, and I noticed her hi tops,
which I would never wear,
but they were working for her.
And then I thought, she almost makes smoking look cute.
And then I decided
that the real reason I quit smoking was so that I wouldn't be a walking advertisement promoting smoking and making it look attractive.
Cuz I'm so cute.
But, one time when I had just finished being a teen, some teens were hanging out and I was on a work break
smoking.
And the girls wanted to bum a cigarette, but the boy was trying to stop them,
in a way,
condescendingly.
And I gave them a cigarette
because it was the feminist thing to do.
Are bits of data
dust?
What do you do with someone's living room
on a laptop
?
A photo of the Pope
??
in an Excel spreadsheet
???
?
???????????????
Who
WHO'S
vision?
I DON'T BELIVE IN THE ALGORITHM, I'm dying.
We are the last who felt the forest.
Looked out, and saw something
The Ant On The String
The things I loved...
without knowing I loved them.
Stalking myself on social media.
Reading my 2009 self
Telling me things I've forgotten.
So.. o.. this is what memory feels like. (the angel, the book, the video, communism).
Putting an education to use.
Good friends we've had, and friends we've lost.
I'm a dee jay in an evergreen =>
THEN TOO
FUSED NOW.
(a car driving)
x stich x stich x stich x stich x
An angel, A book,
A way to see it all at once.
:A disclaimer:
without knowing I loved them.
Stalking myself on social media.
Reading my 2009 self
Telling me things I've forgotten.
So.. o.. this is what memory feels like. (the angel, the book, the video, communism).
Putting an education to use.
Good friends we've had, and friends we've lost.
I'm a dee jay in an evergreen =>
THEN TOO
FUSED NOW.
(a car driving)
x stich x stich x stich x stich x
An angel, A book,
A way to see it all at once.
:A disclaimer:
Subtle Braid Song
Braid.
braid, braid.
(Subtle, subtle) braid braid.
Braid.
I like your Subtle
braid.
I like your Subtle
(braid, braid)
Subtle, subtle
braid, subtle, braid braid
Like.
I like your Subtle
Braid.
I like your Subtle, subtle, subtle
braid braid
I, I like your subtle braid.
I like
Your braid
I like your subtle, subtle braid.
I like
your braid
I like it (subtle, subtle, subtle)
Braid Subtle Braid Subtle Braid
I like your subtle braid.
braid, braid.
(Subtle, subtle) braid braid.
Braid.
I like your Subtle
braid.
I like your Subtle
(braid, braid)
Subtle, subtle
braid, subtle, braid braid
Like.
I like your Subtle
Braid.
I like your Subtle, subtle, subtle
braid braid
I, I like your subtle braid.
I like
Your braid
I like your subtle, subtle braid.
I like
your braid
I like it (subtle, subtle, subtle)
Braid Subtle Braid Subtle Braid
I like your subtle braid.
Going Out
Time spent thinking
about another, benevolent force.
Time spent looking
for my cell phone.
The only key
For making sense of this world
about another, benevolent force.
Time spent looking
for my cell phone.
The only key
For making sense of this world
Collaborative Performance Practice With Mouse and iMovie
The mouse is an agent
The wheat is agentic
The movie is an ancient ageist
Ken Burns is an effect
Bacon is a carcinogen
I am not attracted to "affect"
iiii am in a courtyard.
The trees are moving
As I walk past.
The building is gray
The building is a backdrop
The building is moving
The sky is still
while the leaves are moving
The mouse is dead
The flag is freaking
The sky is moving
The historian is effective
Somebody edited this
The likes are waiting
Na na na na
The wheat is agentic
The movie is an ancient ageist
Ken Burns is an effect
Bacon is a carcinogen
I am not attracted to "affect"
iiii am in a courtyard.
The trees are moving
As I walk past.
The building is gray
The building is a backdrop
The building is moving
The sky is still
while the leaves are moving
The mouse is dead
The flag is freaking
The sky is moving
The historian is effective
Somebody edited this
The likes are waiting
Na na na na
Family
A Boy
Pulling
Do Not Lean Sticker
Off
The Door
Of The Train
He Coddles A Black Trashbag
Putting
The Pieces
In
His Pocket
His Dad
Wears
A Hello Kitty
Backpack
And Mismatched
Camo
Pants
And Vest
Five Don't Sit Together
He Faces Away
Pulling
Do Not Lean Sticker
Off
The Door
Of The Train
He Coddles A Black Trashbag
Putting
The Pieces
In
His Pocket
His Dad
Wears
A Hello Kitty
Backpack
And Mismatched
Camo
Pants
And Vest
Five Don't Sit Together
He Faces Away
Symbols
A man in the bodega asked if I was Russian
No
The guy at the counter is de-facto part of the conversation
He thought I looked like someone he knew
No, friendly
I'm wearing Russian pins, I say. So maybe unconsciously you thought,
No, he just thought maybe I was someone's sister
But,
probably
No
The guy at the counter is de-facto part of the conversation
He thought I looked like someone he knew
No, friendly
I'm wearing Russian pins, I say. So maybe unconsciously you thought,
No, he just thought maybe I was someone's sister
But,
probably
Transportation
I stopped a girl on the train in her tracks to ask about her personal style
We got to talking
She said when she noticed me she thought I looked like an FIT girl, "put together" in some way
I had no idea. I have no idea what I look like
She said she thought I was a New Yorker, based on how I look
Yes!
She is from the Bronx
I was once drawn to a boy at a party who lived in Washington Heights
Both of these people were Spanish and had vintage-y style in a way that stands out, and I found myself talking to them
My maternal grandmother grew up in what is now Spanish Harlem, dark Italian
When she was five one day, no one showed up to walk her home, so she found her way back along the river, walking alone, all the many blocks.
We got to talking
She said when she noticed me she thought I looked like an FIT girl, "put together" in some way
I had no idea. I have no idea what I look like
She said she thought I was a New Yorker, based on how I look
Yes!
She is from the Bronx
I was once drawn to a boy at a party who lived in Washington Heights
Both of these people were Spanish and had vintage-y style in a way that stands out, and I found myself talking to them
My maternal grandmother grew up in what is now Spanish Harlem, dark Italian
When she was five one day, no one showed up to walk her home, so she found her way back along the river, walking alone, all the many blocks.
Halloween Poem
We are sitting in a circle around a fire and it's July,
My sister had a secret room. A secret room inside. Inside the house. The house of my parents.
We're not close,
The way the dresser rests against the wall suggests a missing boundary,
scrambled—
moved alone,
a limit, undiscovered
until after
she'd gone.
We grew up together,
We're sitting in a circle, on the beach, and it's night and it's July,
My twelve-year-old cousin drunkenly
relates
the recent history
of the first time
he fingered
a girl.
She found a way through a wall
With knowledge of space
on the other side.
A crawlspace
over the garage,
with access
from her bedroom.
She created a door
And no one knew
Not even me,
now.
A house is a sovereign,
Not meant to have extra space,
Not known for unknown doors,
Not meant to belong
to a girl.
She sells pressed sandwiches
from the back of her van.
She follows Dead concerts,
she braids hair
for money.
It's all fantasy when it comes out.
As soon as it comes out it's fantasy.
We're not close, we grew up together,
My sister, a secret.
A secret door. Inside. Inside the house. The house of my parents.
My sister had a secret room. A secret room inside. Inside the house. The house of my parents.
We're not close,
The way the dresser rests against the wall suggests a missing boundary,
scrambled—
moved alone,
a limit, undiscovered
until after
she'd gone.
We grew up together,
We're sitting in a circle, on the beach, and it's night and it's July,
My twelve-year-old cousin drunkenly
relates
the recent history
of the first time
he fingered
a girl.
She found a way through a wall
With knowledge of space
on the other side.
A crawlspace
over the garage,
with access
from her bedroom.
She created a door
And no one knew
Not even me,
now.
A house is a sovereign,
Not meant to have extra space,
Not known for unknown doors,
Not meant to belong
to a girl.
She sells pressed sandwiches
from the back of her van.
She follows Dead concerts,
she braids hair
for money.
It's all fantasy when it comes out.
As soon as it comes out it's fantasy.
We're not close, we grew up together,
My sister, a secret.
A secret door. Inside. Inside the house. The house of my parents.
An Encounter
I encountered Neptune at a party on the last warm weekend of the year.
The roof, like a vacant parking lot.
Dim stars at flat night.
Deep lights from the street.
Clusters of us here
and there
and there
.
Small trees growing out of elevated edges so you can't confirm the ground.
WE were on the dance floor when the music got house-y.
The party became a mass.
WE condensed. Pulsing, Body, Body, Body, Body. Two's and all of us.
And those who didn't know how to move
or couldn't find it filtered to the edge.
A fist. Closing
over sand underwater.
Bod(y)bod(y)bod(y)body(y).
WE became a mass, moving.
His earring. Jewels. And necklace. Crystal. Painted. Dipping. Purple, orange, green.
Two of them, spun.
WE cleared a space,
a circle around. All the world and back in time.
Right here. Go, now , Go , go , Go , go.
The time and space of us emerged. Out of the mass,
and our studies
of a history that is partially ours,
now
but a distant present, up in Harlem, far away.
And I know people from Ireland are here. Dancing.
And the looks on his face were
pure, Glee, Fluid, Glow.
[Ba , Ba , Ba , Ba.]
I'm standing behind a budget disco queen.
The magic mostly works when more people are in on it,
making a career out of it,
a life.
And many of the people here are just kids. All that could change in an instant.
An other party.
We know what we are supposed to do,
but it isn't any less fun,
but the stakes are lower.
Back on the roof, I asked Neptune about her dancing style.
I thought it was a kind,
with a name, expecting a response.
She told me how she studies movement in her walks. Practice. Syncing all motions, to music and back to themselves. The other motions.
I tell her about face dancing, micro dancing, expressions moving as you walk. We both do it, we don't have a name for it, but we do now.
Neptune has undergone a great change, in the past three years or so.
She was contacted by a stranger on Facebook who had a dream about him.
I see a rainbow, in light, in a square on white and blue.
The stranger and Neptune formed a connection over time.
The original contact shared readings and spiritual guidance,
and through his own programming of his own movements,
a c
a
s
c
a
d
e, until a new way of being
became.
I ask if it is a religious practice.
Neptune knows there are others,
but his connection with the stranger is a personal spiritual relationship
that is only about themselves.
Other people get there in their own way,
sync in
on
their own time.
Neptune reprogrammed himself to be open,
so he can sync and build an energy
that in the moment becomes a dance (with purple, orange, green).
And we swirl around. It wasn't planned,
in history, city, mass and body beat.
Programming is Neptune's own language, not adopted from the stranger or the books.
I ask if he is a device on the internet,
He found self-knowledge through a stranger's dream, and it makes it so he knows how to dance.
He is,
and I am too. And on it, off-on it
off and on it
on it, here
People ask
Who are you?
What are you into?
Neptune says he isn't anywhere. He can't answer that question
He's just in the flow,
synced,
to the all
Which is how he dances like that.
Open hand, over sand underwater
And why the trees are magic to the edge
And why the level
Body, Body, Body, Body, not the ground
The roof, like a vacant parking lot.
Dim stars at flat night.
Deep lights from the street.
Clusters of us here
and there
and there
.
Small trees growing out of elevated edges so you can't confirm the ground.
WE were on the dance floor when the music got house-y.
The party became a mass.
WE condensed. Pulsing, Body, Body, Body, Body. Two's and all of us.
And those who didn't know how to move
or couldn't find it filtered to the edge.
A fist. Closing
over sand underwater.
Bod(y)bod(y)bod(y)body(y).
WE became a mass, moving.
His earring. Jewels. And necklace. Crystal. Painted. Dipping. Purple, orange, green.
Two of them, spun.
WE cleared a space,
a circle around. All the world and back in time.
Right here. Go, now , Go , go , Go , go.
The time and space of us emerged. Out of the mass,
and our studies
of a history that is partially ours,
now
but a distant present, up in Harlem, far away.
And I know people from Ireland are here. Dancing.
And the looks on his face were
pure, Glee, Fluid, Glow.
[Ba , Ba , Ba , Ba.]
I'm standing behind a budget disco queen.
The magic mostly works when more people are in on it,
making a career out of it,
a life.
And many of the people here are just kids. All that could change in an instant.
An other party.
We know what we are supposed to do,
but it isn't any less fun,
but the stakes are lower.
Back on the roof, I asked Neptune about her dancing style.
I thought it was a kind,
with a name, expecting a response.
She told me how she studies movement in her walks. Practice. Syncing all motions, to music and back to themselves. The other motions.
I tell her about face dancing, micro dancing, expressions moving as you walk. We both do it, we don't have a name for it, but we do now.
Neptune has undergone a great change, in the past three years or so.
She was contacted by a stranger on Facebook who had a dream about him.
I see a rainbow, in light, in a square on white and blue.
The stranger and Neptune formed a connection over time.
The original contact shared readings and spiritual guidance,
and through his own programming of his own movements,
a c
a
s
c
a
d
e, until a new way of being
became.
I ask if it is a religious practice.
Neptune knows there are others,
but his connection with the stranger is a personal spiritual relationship
that is only about themselves.
Other people get there in their own way,
sync in
on
their own time.
Neptune reprogrammed himself to be open,
so he can sync and build an energy
that in the moment becomes a dance (with purple, orange, green).
And we swirl around. It wasn't planned,
in history, city, mass and body beat.
Programming is Neptune's own language, not adopted from the stranger or the books.
I ask if he is a device on the internet,
He found self-knowledge through a stranger's dream, and it makes it so he knows how to dance.
He is,
and I am too. And on it, off-on it
off and on it
on it, here
People ask
Who are you?
What are you into?
Neptune says he isn't anywhere. He can't answer that question
He's just in the flow,
synced,
to the all
Which is how he dances like that.
Open hand, over sand underwater
And why the trees are magic to the edge
And why the level
Body, Body, Body, Body, not the ground
Young, Wild And Feral
A found poem
The boy seemed unable to relate in any way
to other human beings
and tended to totally ignore their presence.
All his moments of pleasure
derived from an enjoyment of nature.
Unlike people in society, vision was not his most important
sense.
He possessed an awareness of smells, which would pass
undetected by others.
He appeared
to make no distinction
to make no distinction
between pleasant smells
and foul ones.
He was unable to recognize his own reflection.
Nor could he differentiate between a picture and the real
object.
He appeared completely impervious to temperatures.
He would put his hand in boiling water to grasp a potato,
without apparently feeling the scalding heat.
He gave the impression of deafness.
An unexpected loud noise produced no effect.
The boy could hear perfectly,
but his reactions were selective.
Kim's Voice
Familiar
Assured
Friendly, but still above you
It only talks about its immediate sphere
It speaks to that which it knows, intimately.
I'm hiding
Hiding in the unpopular
Infrequently visited
Lanes and fissures.
Here, though.
the internet is the infinite other, actualized.
Assured
Friendly, but still above you
It only talks about its immediate sphere
It speaks to that which it knows, intimately.
I'm hiding
Hiding in the unpopular
Infrequently visited
Lanes and fissures.
Here, though.
the internet is the infinite other, actualized.
List Of Subcultures Via Wikipedia
Alcoholics Anonymous
Anarcho-punk
BDSM
Beat Generation, Beatnik
Biker, Motorcycle clubs, Outlaw motorcycle clubs
Bills
Biopunk
Bodybuilding
Bohemianism
Bosozuko
Bro
Bronies
Cacophony Society
Casuals
Chavs
Chongas
Cosplayers
Crusties
Cybergoth
Cyberpunk
Dark culture
Dead Heads
Deaf culture
Demoscene
Dieselpunk
Emo
Fandom
Freak scene
Furry fandom
Glam rock, glam metal
Goth
Gothic Lolita
Greaser
Grunge
Gutter punk
Hacker
Ham
Hardcore punk
Hardline
Heavy metal
Hip hop, B-boy, Graffiti
Hippie
Hipster (1940s subculture)
Hipster (contemporary subculture)
Industrial, Rivethead
Juggalo
Juggling
Jock (athlete)
Junglist
Lad Culture
La Sape
Leather subculture
Maker culture
Mangas
Mod, Mod revival
Metalcore
Military brat
New Romanticism
Neo-Victorian
Nudism/Naturism
Northern Soul
Otaku
Otherkin, Vampire lifestyle, Therianthropy
Pachuco
Parrothead
Pokemon
Preppy
Psychedelia, Psychonauts
Punk
Queer culture
Raggare
Rave
Riot Grrrl
Rivethead
Rockabiliy
Rocker
Role-playing gamers
Rude boy
Science fiction fandom
Scooterboy
Scouting
Skater
Skinhead, Gay skinhead, Redskin, Trojan skinhead, White power skinhead, Suedehead
Soulboy
Steampunk
Stilyaga
Straight edge
Swing Kids
Swinging
Tagger
Teenybopper
Teddy Boy
Trekkie
Vampire lifestyle
Video Game culture
Warez scene
Zazou
Anarcho-punk
BDSM
Beat Generation, Beatnik
Biker, Motorcycle clubs, Outlaw motorcycle clubs
Bills
Biopunk
Bodybuilding
Bohemianism
Bosozuko
Bro
Bronies
Cacophony Society
Casuals
Chavs
Chongas
Cosplayers
Crusties
Cybergoth
Cyberpunk
Dark culture
Dead Heads
Deaf culture
Demoscene
Dieselpunk
Emo
Fandom
Freak scene
Furry fandom
Glam rock, glam metal
Goth
Gothic Lolita
Greaser
Grunge
Gutter punk
Hacker
Ham
Hardcore punk
Hardline
Heavy metal
Hip hop, B-boy, Graffiti
Hippie
Hipster (1940s subculture)
Hipster (contemporary subculture)
Industrial, Rivethead
Juggalo
Juggling
Jock (athlete)
Junglist
Lad Culture
La Sape
Leather subculture
Maker culture
Mangas
Mod, Mod revival
Metalcore
Military brat
New Romanticism
Neo-Victorian
Nudism/Naturism
Northern Soul
Otaku
Otherkin, Vampire lifestyle, Therianthropy
Pachuco
Parrothead
Pokemon
Preppy
Psychedelia, Psychonauts
Punk
Queer culture
Raggare
Rave
Riot Grrrl
Rivethead
Rockabiliy
Rocker
Role-playing gamers
Rude boy
Science fiction fandom
Scooterboy
Scouting
Skater
Skinhead, Gay skinhead, Redskin, Trojan skinhead, White power skinhead, Suedehead
Soulboy
Steampunk
Stilyaga
Straight edge
Swing Kids
Swinging
Tagger
Teenybopper
Teddy Boy
Trekkie
Vampire lifestyle
Video Game culture
Warez scene
Zazou
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