Good Day
Went out to buy matte medium to cover up the numbers I stuck on cardboard. Couldn’t decide between matte or glossy. Now I’m eating ice cream while a mother on the front page of the sun gazes disdainfully away from a photographer. Her child is in the forefront. There are certain things that I wouldn’t want to see mass produced and ice cream is definitely one of them. It is most likely a disgusting procedure.
It doesn’t matter anymore how long things actually take. Once they are recorded and archived they can be made into any length. I can edit them into any length. But then that’s always been true of really important things. Somehow sunlight spills through the bedroom window, across the bonsai’s leaves, over the blue sheets, the dark blue sheets, and makes a distorted square shape on the carpet with black shadows that resemble evergreen branches waving in a silent wind. Saskatoon conversations and different places. The war began when I was away. Maybe one of the most disgusting things will be that after all of this very little will have changed. At least over here.
I brought home a painting from work today and put it in front of the television. For some reason we don’t have cable. And then I got another bowl of ice cream. It might seem like I eat ice cream everyday but that’s not quite true. I don’t eat ice cream every day. Everybody’s angry. People shout about not being recognized, others are bombed for being recognized, people feel victimized, colonized, angry at being painted as the force, and yet Bush still warns the coast guard to be vigilant against homeland attacks. Some of my best friends are from Winnipeg, she said at the border. But it wasn’t to the coast guard. Undefended for so long, along its length it stretches thing these days. When do we tell the Master that he is helpless without US. The emperor can’t even get dressed.
Hot afternoon when work finished. And a friend signaled in from Ohio. This program autocorrects my typing so if I make a mistake and it recognizes it, then it changes it to the correct spelling. Imagine the same thing could happen with grammar? Each letter is targeted and the difference abolished. Haunting PNAC. We set ourselves up as victims and shake our heads about what to do with GB. Well, why not decide we won’t forgive him? Like he’s some sort of rain cloud. Hell, people complain and do more to a cashier than they do when basic human decency is transgressed. On my webmail page it has a banner ad that advertises the American Green Card Lottery. You could get a green card. Sign up for the American Green Card Lottery today! Do they even know what is going on with their own country? Rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air, gave through from the night, that our flag was still there. Maybe they do.
March to the codes it changes into the fool’s day with the words: INVALID ARGUMENT. The codes we’re slaves too, such as: “eat something”, or “buy this shirt”, or “invade Iraq”. All I want to do is get this interview online. Can we speed this up?
The ghost of Ulysses visited my window today as I was chatting with a friend. I put a dish of milk out for him. Only to learn later that cats shouldn’t have milk because it is bad for them. US defends progress, allies pound Iraq.
It is a battle for control each moment between sleep and cartoons. That voices lisp in many tones over faded cells. And it could be the sun any minute now. A storm mumbles quietly through each individual’s claim to collective identity; that it cleans the palette of beauty, scours the hard pan, dust over the filigreed cracks. Both say the other is a relic, evil, antlers and crosshairs in the middle east. Each new horror makes the last newsworthy. The norms can be heard even if we can’t see the images, it is still possible to follow the narrative as it is always played out away from the blast. Tents blasted and rocks thrashed from the center. Epidermal splices strike difference from accord, strips the grass from the idea of lawn, that it could all just be a matter of skin. It isn’t just style, it’s lifestyle. Someone tell the clones. It’s the old take a hostage then take the target scam over breakfast. Simple words take on more than their usual weight of meaning, such that breakfast splits and its surface suggests the outcome. Spread your wings and fly.
Writing with/after Roy Miki knocks at my door. The breaks were sustained, were stunning. Between the page and book end, the period senses, a duration, it could be that I bought you these flowers --- snapdragons, blue bells, daffodils --- but even their stories are fraught with weather, in as much to say this war will not be televised, it will be television. Craft, then, a chest heaves, gets buried and mapped. That the train moves into a tunnel, or a tunnel forms around the train is hot air at least, the wind. From the west, next word: ‘Discovery’ and also to channel, the lock – able society everywhere in the (GAP or GNP) chains. There is a belief you were talking about while we ate beets at our small kitchen table. Or were you talking about belief at all? Maybe it was me. Historically, all I could hear was my own voice anyway, and your eyes as they quietly closed.
Today the nervous, modest, quiet laughter hides so much bitterness and anger. The alarm clock you forgot to set fifty years ago, some would say, is largely responsible for this. Well, I don’t know about that, but I do know that the weather sure has been nice lately, even for tactical operations. But what happens when the sand settles? Aha! She exclaimed, you’ve colonized the moment. And exceeded my expectations. There are so many reasons within the record of the victorious that make me sad and ashamed. Today the toll rises by the second.
