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Some texts are meta-texts: lists of songs that should and/or can be written and/or not; lists of things we should and/or shouldn't do; lists of hopes, dreams, fears we may have someday; lists of ideas & lusts & other emotional drives & imperatives, jotted down almost randomly. Yow.
RABBIT SONGS Forestville CA 1992?
Thumper Strikes Back
Radioactive Thumper Alert
Me Thumper, You Bambi
Thumper Fever
Blood, Sweat & Thumper
Thump-Plucker Hell
Ayatollah Thumper
Naked Bunny Lust
Thump It To Me, Unh-Huh
Zen And The Art Of Thumper Unction
Thumper In Chains
I Think We're All Thumper On This Train
Leave It To Thumper
Thumper My Love
Thumper On A Stick
Up Against The Wall, Mother Thumper
Stairway To Thumper
Wake Up, Little Thumper
Thumper In The Sky With Contrails
Thumper Goes To Brooklyn
Beach Blanket Thumper
The Thumper World Order
Thumper Abductions
Cold-Fusion Thumper
Last Exit To Thumper
Sledge-Thumper
Conspiracy Theory Thumper
Subconscious Alert Thumper
Post-Hypnotic Thumper
Virtual Thumper
I Think Of Thumper And I Touch Myself
Positively 4th Thumper
I Am Not A Hare
Thumper Over Kosova
Futurama Thumper
The Return Of The Thumpi
MY LISTS Forestville CA 1993
Things Boys Can't Do
Things Girls Can't Do
Movies I've Never Watched [AND WON'T]
Books I've Never Read
Ships I've Never Sailed
Places I've Never Been
Substances I Do Not Ingest
[Foods I haven't Eaten
Drinks I've Never Drunk
Highs I Haven't Had]
Trees I Haven't Pissed On
Ears I've Never Cut Off For Trophies
Tropisms I Don't Experience
Emotions I Don't Have
Character Attributes I Don't Display
Depots I Haven't Bombed
Jails I Haven't Escaped
Jobs I Haven't Worked
Religions I Don't Believe
People I've Never Exploited
Marriages & Children I Never Had
Behaviors I Tend To Avoid
Politicians I Wish I'd Assassinated
Broadcasters I Don't Distrust
Lawyers Who Should Be Allowd To Live
Taverns I Haven't Barfed In
Grammatical Rules I Ain't Learnt
Wordz I Kan't Spel
Music I Don't Hear
Brawls I've Not Been In
Punches I've Not Thrown
Lists I Haven't Written
13 Extracted Buddhas Forestville CA 14 Nov 1993
(1) valuable (3) weightless (4) residence
polished could who's blouse her
anonymity Buddha Buddhas
suspect's trapped upkeep
through blueprint classroom
homicide mindfulness religion
eyewitness dimensions renounce
leprechuan sprawl bone shorts
void their entirety hanging
interrogators opposite duck what?
slouches original
(2) where we get lupine mufflerless
meditative hucksters
gold-leaf temple
mystery clogged
blots Rastafarian
ground robes
unshod
(5) enter (6) skeletal (7) under
glass facade curious
hill design plates
protect sloped provide
slippers ground sun yet
helmets carvings umbrellas
axes tracers awning
stomp geese message
fluted allegory mendicants
world's Buddha
punctuated (8) war town pay toilet
pretensions overwhelm
generals supposed
Bodhisattvas rice-boiling
magazines dependents
sporting tending
saffron exactly
vagrants
(9) he was (A) writer (B) showed (D) glowing
reached delusion personally tracing
Nirvana tropical American patterns
beam wisdom scrawled bush
following catalogue could commanded
shortages winked sports consciousness
countries wonder further leap
conquered banquet today
learned struggling (C) locals
translate ballpoint that
tact return likely
were
effect
pineapple
coves
LIFE: a very short play in one miniscule act Forestville CA 1990?
A bare stage with projection screen CENTER, narrator unseen in wings.
FADE LIGHTS OFF, PROJECTOR ON.
PROJECTED IMAGE: (from 1,000,000 BC) Primeval rocks and jagged mountains
behind bare rocky shore, windless sea. No motion, no sound. 10 seconds.
NARRATOR: Unthinkable aeons ago, hundreds of millions of years, in the
Cambrian age of the early earth, came a momentous instant, when the
first life emerged from the boiling oceans to crawl upon the baking
land. Life arises from the sea to claim its place upon the Earth!
PROJECTED IMAGE: Off the shore, a reptilian head emerges from the water
(bottom of projection screen), peers around, starts towards the shore.
As the creature is about to crawl onto land, it is grabbed and pulled
back down by a long stage hook outfitted with stickers to look like an
octopus' tentacle. Gurgling sounds...
NARRATOR: Damn Conservatives!
PROJECTOR OFF.
Wanting Gila Springs N.M. 28 Feb 1999
My friend:
I saw her, I wanted her, I could not have her, I dream of her still.
She stood before me in line, in a store in Tucson. Her face was not
pretty, but strong, a flat Incan face, high cheekbones and wide nose.
She wore a black business suit, severe, with a short skirt. Her long
legs encased in dark hose twined before me, shadowed and shining. A
cellphone dangled from her attache case. She did not smile. I wanted
to ask her, "Who are you? What do you do? Will you stand before my
camera? Will you undress? Will you do sex with me? Can I take your
image, your face, your body, your heart, your pleasure? How?"
Your friend,
After Volcano CA 10 Sept 2000
After a death, what is reality? Continuance, respiration, justice?
Too much anaesthetic? It's not like someone was shot. It's not like
they were violently violated, languidly traumatized, devoured by
alligators. A quick, clean death; a quick, clean wake, with fried
prawns and house chablis and kid-jokes about frogs. We gather quickly,
we mourn quickly, we make the expedient arrangements. It's family
reunion time, maybe with some property disbursments (if appropriate),
maybe with emotional disbursments, maybe with talk of our own problems.
Maybe. Maybe the death was expected, but not the circumstance; maybe
the circumstance happens every day. Maybe the remembrance is fuelled
with grease & protein & high-octane punch. Maybe the remembrance never
stops. Maybe the continuation never stops either. Maybe. After.
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