there there there was this place up the street that I would repeat pass walk stroll sparking spliff rolled back behind this photo and to the right/// by through out my troubled speed induced troubled urgent care type thoughts for art for society to recognize i can be however it rejects socially financially in the economy that i’m on a trust but lie and say i awarded a grant to thrust my thought into the place you see in the me infects me no longer //// the early days the reason why the image above placed the jealous taste right in my tongues taste buds placid plank now open and say AHHHHH hmmm david foster fucking wallace wallace stevens said nothing he is just a better read says me but justin hawking stuck a stigma sticky finger on cortex for saying the first shall set you free // this NYC dwelling MFA fucking yay oh yay // i know why you made sure the blurb out of this new book of you portland mercury cover boy was in big ass bold print passive stint for me could it not be joy? fuck // something about 29 blabbering blissfully ignorant prose again said my head migrates migraines across the border of my spine the acid I tok when I was fourteen is still like a gene heredity would walk by every day and night that elijah who took the photo across the street from slabby waiting for me to not leave bbubt not want to….. we would pop pills walk along the water front ten years younger talk about all this shit that I couldnt believe was just now understanding some…………. walk to dutches coffee i live right behind but i rock a wild cherry slurpee the summer is shouting heat like harsh noise music is sweet and it inspires me to write to put in flight a slight belief in myself but i continue anyhow all ways it pays as far as my cultured place in set i let the other practitioners know though muses flicker a pick this little shit jesse said microtia sounded like muse well ummm okay distance is oval just as the circle of mono is the prose poem now through this e-reading joke norm now only so CANCEL THE TIME BASED ART FESTIVAL through how the audience absorbs the matter now a shape an image the shape of an image? cross polinating of aesthetic that i declare now three i have never been one to use this thought connection however i almost quit that fucking band when vocal tracking began i thought what in the fuck is this when i play with a pick on bass or guitar i walk off stage with blood all over my self and instrument blood completely fucks your strings serious man bought em just before you played? still fucked. dont even try boiling them. but thats what happens when you are playing aggressive music and face and finger tips it was called throwing down a waterfall when 18 the release in the music was so intense that I would vomit while still going ape shit i fucking hated it though the crowd got larger to see if that night i became the famous barfer in which i didnt because i smoked a blunt before bring that thrash funk–shit and on the sixth i am 30 all of my really close friends the good friends the brothers and sisters lovers i tremble remembering all needed to distance themselves from me gone for years i wish they knew bi-polar when your child hood abuser those i have cried too about things are all gone the image above even the place it is of the folks outside smoking enjoying punk and doug rojers even elijah who took this picture 8 hours ago left for LA and dipped on one last chill sesh but fresh it is all had and around 8 ol clock my mom informed me my dad the true best friend util i was 13 and mean and turning on him my back and stopped talking a decade back had just suffered a major heart attack. to cross pollinate language to produce a stage nd music on the page you see rusell edson this will be the time to accept but theat is to e-read i love my own outsider talent that kills finally or rather i accept it i’m a head as I was with the cassette coming back mentioned not as to brag no one to you raised a glass though now i’m exhausted have lost it on beautiful creators when i’ve been manic…. i have nothing even abstract to explain that now funeral act ‘what do you say to that?’ i’ve been reading about the specialists before me and oddly they too were of that nature/some fucking exactly purpose skill technique at i must say kill at made to experience no one to run me for my money if any advice, in the states without voicing your demand for accomplished dreams to be for which me I have in art many mediums proven to be my own genre with original authenticyt and promising done so immensely succesfully but I was just strolling silent in a breeze so a lesson is that when like me turn to the pretty ladies and dumb ass varsity advocates and you yell your already walking a talk you nevr thought the need would be but we have greed around the campfire yell hey to all and just mae it known the walk you know just so they know and dont find the gods in you when this soul took off centuries ago, no, an ego you bet your ass american sass with my eyes i will see frequencies the masses breathe in swanky galleries circles of jealous pretty ladies gossiping and bent about the most beautiful at side soon to be married, take it from me, anything but you see funny-time the culture of mine is just that unaware with cold eyes for i need the insane to see the american prose poem that anthology of “the best american prose poetry’……?” prose poetics are a post modern dadaist/surrealist/futurist/outlaw art form that was in this collection we got yale grads trying to be ‘cutting edge’ pieces all named “(untitled)”…. Americans Russell Edson, Charles Simic (nobel prize winner for his collection of prose poems titled “The World Does End”, required reading in my course) Steven Jesse Bernstein “I am Secretely An Important Man” also his Sub Pop released 1991 Spoken Work jazz, sound collage, rock score by Steve Fisk called “Prison”, Jesse used to open for Nirvana, Soundgarden Bruce Smith, Clayton Eshlmen, a few others ….. a copy of the lit mag Sentence… come on.. are you serious? just stop. Hey art schools! early 20th century european “writers,” (not listing for they would have prefered to just chill in their region of the world and i’m a brat). you americans, man, just sit down and return to your….. verse…. yeah we got the jazzy juice, pinker is the man a qoute or list of things that give you the shits is not a prose poem, you have murdered interest…… the dead horse I kick will have a heart beat once I treat move out of the way…… Charles Simic, the late Russell Edson, Jack Kerouac, Clayton Eshlemen, Bruce Smith…… that is a shitty book. I’ve bought and returned it 4 times. caused me one hell of a yack season long manic attack over from the thought that this is a text …. I have so much new Audio, Mixed Media, 2,000 photos from my residency at slabtown, it was actually a ‘can i hang out with you guys?” thing. so many bands, slam poets….. names of these people? HAHAAHA. Okay, I got Lauren K Newman, Lady Wolf, Crowbar, Divides or Divide who suck. and Writing that I dont know what to do with it except put it out to the world. So first, I have 31 minute “Blind Score”( a film score without a film, not wanting one either), a Spoken Word collection that i recorded on my cell phone, sent them to my email, burned onto cd, (then destroyed and deleted all of the files, I am going to record another score it with some sort of oscillating audio rhythmic pulse as i had Black City Harvest noise artist Joel Dow from NYC had done for me (because lets just be honest, spoken word albums, poetry readings are boring and can use all the appropriate aesthetic enhancement they can). The most exciting thing is the finally finished 5th Bass Shaker Presley 60 minute, free cassette of mostly live improv sessions, self mixed, self packaged, with a dozen friends/genius musicians total contributing musicians, not anywhere on the internet, comes with a free poster, free sticker to be shelved under experimental noise-rock 80’s drum machine improve, i’m not being dramatic either, one track, in fact, is featured got a pint of raspberry sorbet and enough material soon enough, the pacific northwest shall be thriving with a grant funded public visual collaboration between syntax specialist jazz musician aka the Prose Poet (ahem..) and animator sketch artist from Zurich.