Philip Jenks's Blog: This Sunday @ Myopic Books/Simone Muench, Philip Jenks, & Patrick Culliton, page 4

American Exceptionalism and Consumption

It would take the resources of four earths to consume as Americans do, which is 50 billion pounds of dead cow flesh a year. The 10 to 16 to 1 ratio of plants to flesh is not sustainable. For some reason, Americans seem deluded into thinking the consequences of these actions will fall only upon developing nations, those "other" people. American Exceptionalism is "in" again, denial ascends as the horror sinks in. This makes Upton Sinclair look like good times.

Visible Troubledoor

It's best if we hide here

Which would be the

If the

 

looking (her)

 

here. We've published a tract for the visible

chick

en

/it's her factory\

\\m//

Red it in books far coroner.

Farewell Akilah Oliver

I remember having the great fortune of reading with Akilah Oliver and Brandon Shimoda at the University of Arizona's Poetry Center. Oliver's intensities, grace, mind, kinetic abilities to intertwine verse language sound context idiom and her loves and Strength were evident to all present. Personally, this happened weeks after one of the most harrowing periods of my life. Akilah, both her verse and person, made it all such an amazing event to be a part of. We spoke vividly of an Oliver/Jenks tour because no one would expect it and we thought it a fine mesh of dictions and differences. I was flattered and thrilled. Soon. We'd do that. We'd get around to that. Her "The Putterer's Notebook" and other works astound. I just found out of her passing. Wish there was a way to say it more thoughtfully other than to say her verse and person are generous energies - and she will be missed. Dearly. She gave without knowing, at a time when I needed it most (away from home was at that time, a real challenge). To all friends and family, my heart goes to you. In the end, I do not have words really. Nothing adequate. There is no right word for a loss such as this. last January.

Foxhole

-where the heart sits.
"Body song"
Of a prayer, you.
Ensemble
Ablated

They pulled the skin and fur clean off,
But the fox, panting, blinked with
What was left of eyes.

Peeled.
"Strung out"
Will I aid and abet
With inaction?
the difference
Between killing and allowing to die?
Some gymnastics.
The age of "enlightenment."

Yay tho I was Stitched.

Green sock
Mother made me.
i watch us die
from the other side
of the country.

deletion, anger, resolution: love.

in the nation of accusers, the best thing to do would to lead by setting the example rather than being overly reactionary and grumpy - which I was. But, the best I can do is say anger is the dubious luxury others can enjoy - I cannot have it in my life and so I let it go.

"skidrow" press, Crow Billings, and what matters

I got this message today

Crow Billings December 10 at 2:44pm
I apologize for liking your work and having the audacity to ask you to send poems to Skidrow Penthouse. Just as when I say "hello" to someone, I was way out of line. Again.
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I happen to think Mister Billings and "Skidrow" Penthouse, who he represents here, are bourgeois fakes.
It's interesting how people assume the worst in another, that the world revolves around...poetry, or whatever that person's thing may be. The assumption is that well no one is dealing with underemployment, overemployment, health crises, family issues, personal matters, private matters, or a combination therein. The assumption, of course, is that it must be a Statement being made. Ironically, the presumption carries within it the bourgeois notion that we Men of Letters have the Leisure to Freely exchange in the Marketplace of Ideas. No and No.

There is a bit of an irony in the name Skidrow Press when such presumptuous and fatuous fucks are writing hatemail shit like this to people after less than a month. Health, family, survival, recovery, all might take precedence. People on skidrow know this. People like Crow Billings do not.

anamorph, and the scary thing about watching Cheaters

Been taking in Anamorph, starring William DaFoe. It's better than CHeaters. Joey Greco looks like a very cool american poet. Can you guess? Anyway, the scenes in this film are appalling. Also, Defoe's donning a 1965 George Harrison wig. This is infinitely more tasteful than the Antichrist look. Still, it may also be more frightening.

bird talk

It heaves my heart
Beak it so. Chipped
The Falcon.

Enraged to exempt
This hour from
Every Asking's peril.

That Rascal, soldier
Of wet discipline,
With his slithering

Kindnesses, his odd
Bemusements, must live
And it is written

I mist loved
Him. Android or
Plausible childlike

With his magic
Marmalade and special
Animal front.

He knows how
To pull us in
Ma ma ma ma
He got that disciple
Thing. A cataract
To caring. His harmless
Slit Blade whites
The skypage. Chalked
Globs of cloudy
Mistery

Beneficent mama,
This is every
Flight's busted story.

Hydra Holocaust

destructive awe

nine years bitterness
froze from Greece (temple)





this the lamb of God?
wash it watch with furred
coats. blinking fox
curse. skinned and blinking
at camera.

mama cat horror.

in exchange for capital the monetization of (oh he isn't, )

(oh good)

I said for you
and you cut up that animal.
Not what meant.
Hi stockyard how are you?