Rugged Rugged Out, dog! out, cur! thou drivest me past the bounds! —Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream Use this, a whitewall tire skidding on a dark night, a shadowy cityscape a rain-coated woman approaches up the steamy street one moment she is a silhouette in the street light a misted penumbra pain is here and... Continue Reading →

What is the weight of joy?

What is the weight of joy? Photograph by D Young. New Orleans Mardi Gras 1984. A street drain is leaning halfway into the ground as oak tree roots grow around it on South Claiborne in New Orleans on Thursday, August 10, 2017. (Photo by Chris Granger, The Times-Picayune) Sonnet: Forty-six Tons of Mardi Gras Beads... Continue Reading →

Pure Poetry

Pure poetry. How to take a bath with 5 liters of water & have fun doing it. This video will raise your spirits and get you ready for living in the late Anthropocene—as water becomes scarce. It is also pure poetry, dada & readymade.

What To Believe

What To Believe On our afternoon walk up rue Arago we saw signs of winter passing. Puddles from a recent rain are drying up. Year-end holiday window displays are coming down, one by one. Afternoon sunlight is falling into crevices darkened since before the solstice. Winter’s gripping fears of decline and decay, aging and mortality... Continue Reading →

Buddhist Third Class Junkmail Oracle, January 1968

Buddhist Third Class Junkmail Oracle, January 1968 For creating these dada assemblages for Project 68, one of my favorite underground newspapers is the Buddhist Third Class Junkmail Oracle, a rough-and-ready journal published from 1967 to 1968 in Cleveland, Ohio. The pages were pasted up from typescripts and freehand drawings, which, when digitally digested today, gives... Continue Reading →

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