Dear F*ckface, Everyone Thinks You're the Goddess of Compassion but I Nnow You Also Have Piles & a Scarcely Controlled Urge to Sing for a Living

Feb 19

Alice Notley

Dear Fuckface,
    Everyone thinks you're
the Goddess of Compassion
but I know you also have
piles & a scarcely controlled
urge to sing for a living.
So much for you. Here
everything is stupid as I
have a dwindling flu
which necessitates my
finally paying attention to
my dwindling pocketbook.
How about some bucks,
Goddess Baby? any amount
above five I'd appreciate &
continue to light at your
altar the incense I steal
from the neo-Rocky Mountain
healthfood store. I 
still like you either way,

                            Love,
                                      Bubbles

Side effects of Life in the Clusterfuckocene since October 2023:

1. All I paint are self-portrait headshots but now I painted one with legs and feet trying to run from Life in the Clusterfuckocene
2. I tried rereading Vollmann's *The Royal Family* and it sucked, I blame me
3. I tried reading a new novel about a guy working with zoo animals multiple friends recommended and quickly foresaw animal misery and pain and disease and anguish and death and no, no no no, I credit me
4. I tried rereading Pynchon's *Against the Day* and it sucked, I blame me
5. I tried reading Seuss' new collection *Modern Poetry* and it sucked, I blame me
6. I tried reading McSweeney's new collection *Death Styles* and it sucked, I blame me
7. I have listened, in chronological order, to all Swans albums
8. I am reading, in chronological order, all of the ridiculously prolific Alice Notley's poetry
9. I am relieved to hear the one person I really don't want to talk to about the clusterfuck (those of you who were at C and I's wedding know her as "who *was* that woman") is moving to Arizona
10. I cannot, who never could resists collecting links, really can't stop collecting clusterfuckocene links. the more clusterfuckful the better
11. I need reiterate on a daily basis in real life and every post in this shitty blog's life just how freaking hinky and fake this war is and subsequently blurt that our shitlords are defuckinglighted and see this as a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to re-paradigm everyfucking thing
12. Poetry I write today is obsolete tomorrow
13. I am playing the best disc golf of my life since I switched to DX plastic for everything but putter
14. I can only process Life in the Clusterfuckocene through painting and because I can only process Life in the Clusterfuckocene through painting I think my painting far more good than it is and this is an excellent fucking metaphor for Life in the Clusterfuckocene

I was gifted the black paper above and have not thought about buying some beyond thinking about it and honestly saying nah. I am considering making the side-effects of Life in the Clusterfuckocene an ongoing gag especially now that I've abandoned so many gags I know I am not morally obligated to continue them. May I reiterate again that our shitlords are prepping us for our enshittification, encrapification, immiseration, and elimination in World War Three?

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Alice Notley: Between the World and the Universe, a Woman Is Thinking

FEB 18

Alice Notley

Dear Reginald,
     I still love your body
most aberrantly being con-
sumed with hatred of your
loathesome soul which
refuses to lend me your
body for a single violet
evening of your stay at
our picturesque little
resort which is all that
we have here except for
too briefly you - I keep
your lost or castoff cig-
arette holder the ivory one
with me always but
you are mean, mean, 
mean! Jesus & Buddha
are made nervous &
sad by your cruelty to
humanity, me -

                            Love,
                        Congetta

Don't Hint of Dark Birds Moving Overhead

Most of monologue in grid per increasingly normal, I was pooting at Shitlord Paid Pooter pooting that John Fetterman dresses like a slob in a House of Decorum, paid pooter pooting that Fetterman's hoodies a direct symptom and sign of civilization's downfall, far far worse than gross corruption and incitement to insurrection, and I typed this motherfucking sentence, just like our shitlords wanted me to



Trying to teach myself black, watercolor ink in the above's case, I can't show you the more successful one because it's a 12 x 12 canvas that won't fit on the scanner I use to pdf these before jaypegging them for here and there and even if I had a big enough scanner bed if I turned the 12 x 12 upside down the already crumbling layered gouache would fall off, today in fine jeffmetaphors abounding, I've mentioned this before

I need an expensive top of the line overhead scanner with a bed of at least 16 x 16, I'm starting a gofuck me, will accept payments from all the shitlords' online payment services (I pay for my brainwashing) here, this one's a 6x6 with no black watercolor ink, me and yellow and pink, sheesh, and then what is it with me and circles beyond I can't draw?

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Russell Brand is not the main target, but a mere proxy for the censors' global assault on free speech
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TORCH GALLERY: JOAN OF ARC

Mary Syzbist

The sculptures in this gallery have been                        

carefully treated with a protective wax                         

so that visitors may touch them.                                     

—exhibitions, the art institute

of chicago

Stone soldier, it's okay now.

I've removed my rings, my watch, my bracelets.

I'm allowed, brave girl,

to touch you here, where the mail covers your throat,

your full neck, down your shoulders

to here, where raised unlatchable buckles

mock-fasten your plated armor.

Nothing peels from you.

Your skin gleams like the silver earrings

you do not wear.

Above you, museum windows gleam October.

Above you, high gold leaves flinch in the garden,

but the flat immovable leaves entwined in your hair to crown you

go through what my fingers can't.

I want you to have a mind I can turn in my hands.

You have a smooth and upturned chin,

cold cheeks, unbruisable eyes,

and hair as grooved as fig skin.

It's October, but it's not October

behind your ears, which don't hint

of dark birds moving overhead,

or of the blush and canary leaves

emptying themselves

in slow spasms

into shallow hedgerows.

Still bride of your own armor,

bride of your own blind eyes,

this isn't an appeal.

If I could I would let your hair down

and make your ears disappear.

Your head at my shoulder, my fingers on your lips—

as if the cool of your stone curls were the cool

               of an evening—

as if you were about to eat salt from my hand.

like a hatchback with its lights on and the baby-on-board sign on board to upload its payload of sound into the clouds someplace else

Hextapes on hold, painters tape still to be used but not featured until they are featured again, they will be, but the Hextape Project not nearly as propulsive as Deck of Hexjeff, I thought that was done but 52 but an arbitrarily mandatory number to an ob(li)viously grim dope. Above, gouche gouache attempt to figure out how Agnes Martin agnes martins. Monologue down in the grid, effing this, effing that. 2nd greatest me metaphor, way behind the first (my possession of the worst singing voice in human history), is my birthday (not today) falls on the shittiest weeks of work of my year, my mood, yikes, I count to three before talking to anyone at work, then count to five. The (I) fuck (quit) I'm (everything) doing? Jenny Hval's sideproject Lost Girls have a new album out in October, two songs released, below, bottom, Holyfuck

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DEATH STYLE 3.11.21

Joyelle McSweeney

I’m sick of writing the word ghost

sick of the silent h

the most rotten luck and the most rotten faith.

The children are tucked up in bed like in Medea

crouched behind the roofridge and ready to rise

with their mom on the machina

tricked out in flame.

The fridge motor whines.

Everything whines

like the moon when the big hand points to twelve

and the plot arrives

and a fleet of police choppers rise up in the sky.

They want to ride away from their crimes

unlike Medea

who spells hers out on the sky

in milk that rots and smells.

She carries her dead kids like whelks in a bucket

and everybody knows

how charred flesh falls back to show the bone

but nobody knows

why the river rolls back

to upchuck what’s dunked

there like a drunk

hatchback

with its headlights on.

The river just likes it that way

and the river’s like, open your eyes.

Why is that

river mud

so dirty and so right.

I’m getting tired of the h in river

sorry I mean ghost I mean the fridge light you write by

well you paid for it now

you gotta lie

down in bed in a dress that’s too tight.

The sight of money

draining in the sink

then I hocked

then I hurled

then I upchucked the Voyager

all the way out into space

like a hatchback

with its lights on

and the baby-on-board sign on board

to upload its payload of sound

into the clouds

someplace else.

ha! ha!

The h in catastrophe

sticks to the p

like a stray cat limps around the block

with one paw up.

Medea’s kids get restless

need to eat, need to pee.

Every once in a while their little faces show above the roofline.

Mother thou has slain me they mewl

under their milkbreaths

waiting to be picked up.

They pace around

run the zippers of their tracksuits

up and down.

Meanwhile moonlight slicks the payphones

with desolate glamour

the metal umbilical cords and

dark receivers.

Meanwhile I’m so furious and meanwhile

you’re so young

you think you can hide

what you stole from me

beneath your pillow

I’m looking at it right now

my machina

where your crossed arms cradle

your sleeping head.