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HT: Never Yet Melted
WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Welcome to the New American Digest: 2003-2020
Gerard Van der Leun
Lay down these words
Before your mind like rocks.
placed solid, by hands
In choice of place, set
Before the body of the mind
in space and time:
Solidity of bark, leaf, or wall
riprap of things:
Cobble of milky way.
straying planets,
These poems, people,
lost ponies with
Dragging saddles –
and rocky sure-foot trails.
The worlds like an endless
four-dimensional
Game of Go.
ants and pebbles
In the thin loam, each rock a word
a creek-washed stone
Granite: ingrained
with torment of fire and weight
Crystal and sediment linked hot
all change, in thoughts,
As well as things.
Gary Snyder
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
— BY THEODORE ROETHKE
The scientists are in terror
and the European mind stops
Wyndham Lewis chose blindness
rather than have his mind stop.
Night under wind mid garofani,
the petals are almost still
Mozart, Linnaeus, Sulmona,
When one’s friends hate each other
how can there be peace in the world?
Their asperities diverted me in my green time.
A blown husk that is finished
but the light sings eternal
a pale flare over marshes
where the salt hay whispers to tide’s change
Time, space,
neither life nor death is the answer.
And of man seeking good,
doing evil.
In meiner Heimat
where the dead walked
and the living were made of cardboard.
His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o’clock;
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
— Eliot
I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this
air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their
parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
— Walt Whitman
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3 Out Of 4 People Struggle With Math: Interrogating Silences In New Media
WTF? Well, it makes as much sense as anything else I write, so……
First Initial: 1. Eating 2. Diddling 3. Probing 4. Resisting 5. Unpacking
Last Initial: 1. a sack of 2. Yo Momma’s 3. Biden’s 4. the proctologist’s 5. a shipment of
Birth Month: 1. glands. 3. nasty parts. 3. nostils 4. finger 5. large intestines.
Nostrils
the proctologists Finger
First initial: 1. Adventures in 2. Critical analysis of 3. Speaking truth to
Last initial: 1. Bladder 2. Spat 3. Hemorrhoid
Birth month: 1. Accidents 2. Fashion 3. Disasters
Can’t stop! Send Thorazine!
Me: “Situating Spaces as a Site of Resistance” (My first name is Amos — I’m one of those weirdos who goes by his middle name.)
My father: “Debating Politics and Power as Violence”
My mother (using her maiden name): “Reimagining Narratives as Violence”
My sister (using her married name): “Reimagining the Self Through a Critical Lens”
Chinese menus are fun!
*shudders to think that these word-salads are even plausible as titles for a master’s or doctoral thesis.*
Hale Adams
Pikesville, People’s still-mostly-Democratic Republic of Maryland
Redefining Bodies As Coded Queerness
Genius at work, obv.
Signaling Aesthetics as Cultural Mediators.
Redefining Silences in New Media.
“When you say nothing about something it doesn’t mean nothing has been said.”
JWM
“Performing Silences in New Media” 🤔
Come to think of it, some New Media SHOULD go silent. 😏
Not Too Bad: Critiquing Historical Categories Through a Critical Lens.
Tell Mr. DeMille I’m ready for my doctorate.
That’s genius and I’m still laughing. Thanks again GVL.
“Performing Gender As Violence.”
I will be presenting Destabilizing the Self as a Form of Erasure (aka The Hot New Diet Tip You Need For The Perfect Beach Body!)
“Feel free to call my cell”: Debating Bodies as a form of Erasure.
Eh. It kinda works.
Antoine Lafayette
No wait, thats my porn star name