Sunday, November 27, 2011

Averaging

Whose novacane baptism was
a soaking prayer on subway
car castaway penance willfully
endured through so many
shrieking stops and
starts and
comings and goings and
interruptions and
everyone's self
important story starts at
embarking and their story
starts at themselves and with
seven billion experiences
mashing and
mashing and
seven billion mashing.....

Emaciated

Hallowed valley of
promise milk and
honey promises a
constant gift from him of
a safe and steady
blanket pillow sort of
reliable comfort like a
friend like
sleeping like eye fluttering
vision like hunger like chewing like
her mouth and your mouth and
your mouth and mouths and
like learning so many lessons and
finally bawling and
gasping
and
a bus from
here to
New York City that
never leaves and
never arrives and
never
happened and
you actually
hated me but
I dream and
dream
and
dream
and
I dream
and
curse and
dream
and
you faked the entire thing

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Synecdoche

Something between a butler and a
killer dog, lurking in his pocket waiting
for a throat, lips dry, teeth like mountains,
you've climbed all over those teeth,
climbed between the sheets, climbed
on them in your car in stuck traffic,
told me secrets, climbed on me,
seizures through your songs be
-cause you couldn't rest on one
or any one, your
nervousness made you a
fucking angel in my eyes while
my hands white knuckled the
seat because beneath it I was
always breathlessly pierced
by your phantom spear,
woman throbbing, cock
in hand, killing me, killing
me with the volume of it
and
in some kind of coma angrily I
waited for the arrow and the
rush of blood from the mouth in
my back through my belly to
waterfall shit
kiss the earth and flood everything low,
small people whose small ideas
dozed pathetically hopeful like
some stupid grass, every blade the
same, dumb, sleeping or worse,
energized, rocketship spine
ironbanded barrelchest puffed out
erect and so proud
to be the guy that
lays with her and puts his
golden cock in her and
he imagines it's some kind of
miraculous event that finally,
the universe allowed it, or
finally, this is what we've
ALL
been waiting for and
this is what the universe was
literally
designed for
for this
humping eternity when he breathed I
love you and he
gasped
I fucking love you and
she made him say it again and
again and
he fucking
swore it
over
and
over and he
for once
actually came honesty,
honestly, he BREATHED,
really real breaths,
he rolled over, he was actually
actually breathing and feeling and
he
really, actually
felt like a
human


( <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> )


now

now is different,
again,
it's gone again

you're not coming back are you?

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Climax With Anyone But Her

Worse than a pig's head that
bawls from your freezer and
worse than a peach pit that
broke your mouth and worse
than accidental treefall and
worse than blood on everything
and spit in your palm smeared
on her face and worse than
pages torn from that
good book that somehow
screams your name into
the darkest hour of your
month long period because
your vagina is a broken
misery and you
can't stem the flow of
iron tears
you're
gasping to
cry that baby and yes
you're a man but
somehow you're
this pregnant woman
you're so full you're so
ready to eject the life that
conceived itself within
your chest and for
nineteen months has
made your ears ring with
nothing and
nothing and
the loudest nothing
and worse than this life is
fear and worse than
this life is being
too scared to die and
worse than life is
climax because it
reveals how
empty you are inside
after you come.

The Passage of Time

You sit in the corner of a black room watching your stomach eat itself and receding into the distance further every minute in the corner of a black room watching your stomach eat itself and receding into the distance further every minute in the corner of a black room watching your stomach eat itself and receding into the distance further every minute in the corner of a black room watching your stomach eat itself and receding into the distance further every minute in the corner of a black room watching your stomach eat itself and receding into the distance further every minute in the corner of a black room watching your stomach eat itself and receding into the distance further every minute in the corner of a black room watching your stomach eat itself and receding into the distance further every minute in the corner of a black room watching your stomach eat itself and receding into the distance further every minute in the corner of a black room watching your stomach eat itself and receding into the distance further every minute in the corner of a black room watching your stomach eat itself and receding into the distance further every minute in the corner of a black room watching your stomach eat itself and receding into the distance further every minute in the corner of a black room watching your stomach eat itself and receding into the distance further every minute in the corner of a black room watching your stomach eat itself and receding into the distance further every minute in the corner of a black room watching your stomach eat itself and receding into the distance further every minute in the corner of a black room watching your stomach eat itself and receding into the distance further every minute in the corner of a black room watching your stomach eat itself and receding into the distance further every minute in the corner of a black room watching your stomach eat itself and receding into the distance further every minute in the corner of a black room watching your stomach eat itself and receding into the distance further every minute in the corner of a black room watching your stomach eat itself and receding into the distance further every minute in the corner of a black room watching your stomach eat itself and receding into the distance further every minute in the corner of a black room watching your stomach eat itself and receding into the distance further every minute in the corner of a black room watching your stomach eat itself and receding into the distance further every minute in the corner of a black room watching your stomach eat itself and receding into the distance further every minute in the corner of a black room watching your stomach eat itself and receding into the distance further every minute .

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Teenage Mother

Cripple wind finger bone
break nail cut deep rift
cavern upswell seabed
ocean cloud bubbling
vents feed anaerobic eyes
drink heat down swell
thick healthy hell of
comfort blanketed
mummy tight ava
-lanche burning
brightly from
within to suffocate
his gasping skin
shrieking prayers like
birds diving suicide brave
into depths to catch fish
who never look up who
look only forward and
forward until they're
dragged up into a
breathless void to a
disemboweled afternoon
with scales upsetting teeth and
tiny bones choking babies
who are then shook upside down
and upside down and
upside down shaken
babies shaking babies
who shook her baby to death

she did

Saturday, November 12, 2011

tell a story

I met a boy with cracked hands today,
he told me he didn't love himself
i told him he should sleep
he started to cry and i held his
cracked hand so carefully and
told him he should sleep
and then i drank a glass of water and
we walked for some time down
so many streets i lost count
and all my words and all my
steps and every breath became
one blur and one breath and
i remember it happening like
so many photographs taken,
these beautiful streaming
thirtieths of a second that
wash like headrush
and the silence between the
camera opening it's mouth
and closing it is gaping
infinity and prayer orgasm to
the vastness of
forever and echoing and
echoing and echoing and
echoing and

suddenly
before i can tell him i love him he
becomes dust and then
no dust and I'm left standing with
my shadow

oblivions

Plug your hair baby
into
that light socket and
light up like a
Christmas tree for
me baby on fire baby
bright light burning for
ten days of night un
-til i breathe a mist of
tears that announces a
readiness for a certain kind of
death
one
that says i
loved
and i
lived fullness and i
tried
and
tried
until my
palms bled from
fingernail kisses that
hated every
thing and
time and
every
sick
fucking
face that
just wasn't
a cure to
this
infinite grey black searching
whose heart is a stomach whose
stomach is a mouth
whose mouth is teeth
whose mouth is snapping
snapping
snapping
snapping
snapping
snapping
need

my strangling hands
are
crushing infinity a
-round your
throat

this universe then
shouldn't be

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Computers

Listless Christ creator I
cried as my
crater heart withstood yet
more and more
impact from the function of
time and naked happenings which are
happening all the time literally
every
time

Crossed legged retreat you
try to breathe but swallow
only water

That's wrong

A Price

Apostate sincerity burns,
you know this because
we all do first hand,
the betrayal of love in
-citing the worst hate
My father's prostate black
-ened in fast forward and I
stood for months in my
body quaking and quaking doing
nothing but living tremors for
Him

Say this labyrinth is a
trope for his
gift?

Then I will
burn it
all
down
laughing
madly
bawling

Rubbing Your Face

In hazy disquiet confesses that
his unyielding sex is regret em
-bodiment, fettered restraint which is
poetry itself yet nonetheless the
truest sad

Tits groping hand leg up biting
lip rake skin corrode a tender
calm
frantic
frantic shivering blurred scope e
-jaculating breath evicting oxy
-gen from lung cavern home out
-ward to inhabit a lone loneness called

without

shiver
hold out your hand for hand
outs of
love or
charity or
com
passion or
kindness or a
kind of a
look from his eyes to
your eyes that indicates
something similar to
knowing but a hands tied
sort of

nothing

I'm sorry

you will just have to endure your
heavy as hell endure your
solid gold cock endure
that
bleeding gallons of life a minute en
-gine that pumps and
pumps and
pumps
god
literally
everwhere without with
out with
out
with out with
out

with

out

with

out


Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Resting

In these blankets
I have
too many feet
in these blankets I
have too much
tenure in
these blankets
I
have ten sickle shaped
fingers clutching
one
hammer shape
penis in
these blankets I
have no one
in
these sheets I have
a heat in
in these blankets I
sleep and then
don't sleep
in these
blankets I have
sweats for some
teenage virgin in
these blankets I
lied to Universe
herself in
these sheets I stir
in
these blankets a
cloud came
in these
blankets I
monologued a
new testament in
these blankets I sobbed
the old one in
these sheets beneath
pleated skirt safety my
mother died in
these blankets I
discarded virginity in
these
blankets wars were
fought in
these blankets I
never return

Growing Season

Hold your heart up and out
of your chest in your
palm for loving
Christ and living
God hand God
hand kiss breath
whisper baby
time and time and
time
and
so much time and
some amount of
space more space and
more a love than
caving infinity can
suggest

infinity stomach infinity
eyes infinity saliva in
-finity chewing your
leg to leather chew
-ing your lips to
dust chew
-ing your fingers
like therapy chew
-ing your fucking
ovary devour your
garder devour your
garden devour your
garden de
-vour your
garden devour
your garden devour your
garden
then

Tired, Muttering

Numb mouth clenched fist stomach
love

Hate an angel of winged brilliance and winged
everything every
thing more than you can
be or have

so
salvation sleep temporary or
permanent until it's not yes

tricky trickster sleep, fooling
finally some sense of arriving in
a comfortable skin

and then toosoonmorning brings
fresh hard-on and
pyroclastic orgasm comes like a mouth screaming at
thousands of feet per second to
eat every piece of your
brand new calm



Sunday, October 9, 2011

Glut

Confiscate sadistic america wisdom,
commandeer eastern womb to bear
fragile ceramic born orphans whose
gut flora jump ship on dream row
boats and winged shits
ape economy couraged by
Promethean ambition whose
liver now is the people
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
when we forgot that we don't need
everything we can take
eat everything on your plate

Last Breathing Moment

Tide flee seabird sea tread water salt
ash engine forward fastly fasting heavenward
try muddy water wilting wander hips sore
from winter store to store to summer
lore of tree spirit book djin who let
the armies of Isreal in even though
they were nothing but dried bones
who saddened over burnt bread
took shelter from His wrath yet
drank His milk sweet bathing
silkworm working title term
fuck flirt with firefly notions of
foxes loping through the
dirt gallery to halls bursting from
the echoes of heartbeats that
are the manifest destiny of
Christ's throbbing human
erection in indifference to
taste and questioning skin
I'd rather taste the flesh of
foreign fruit than drown in
the queer parading chasm of
stupid certainty which is
the universal dumb
I'd like to die in
a glass tunnel over water

Crying

Television temptress ten cessations of
tenure quarrel fuck quarrel fuck this
cyclical love moon cycle hate
Qualities of skin, rise and fall of
breath and breast who drowns in
time and space
breathe stories
because they're everywhere and
every material thing

Oblivion

Finger tips lyrical lips and stick figure
rib illustration of a woman who
doesn't eat and
doesn't care for herself who
smokes heavily
drinks often who
poisons time with doubt and
sabotages time with doubt I
tried to shake her
tried tried struggled to
open her with
fists repeatedly to her
eyes
eyes
I liquor up because
there's nothing left to
do

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Skin Spots

I've got fistfulls of
sand and
hair and
ash and
stars and
you and
stones and
cut glass and
fitfully sleeping
nights wake
exhausted days

Friday, October 7, 2011

Inventory

I have too many feet
my hands hung up
perforated lips hold
no water
my tongue flows away
shut eyes open blinded bright
breast filled with fright and fright and
hair smouldering it's burned for ten
generations but only at night
birds stopped gathering on
laugh lines ash
skin cash money paid in debt
no more my skin
teeth hollow eggshell brittle white
gums bleed gums will go to seed in
belly which is just a hungry thing
feed to it virgins and throwaway afterthoughts
centrepiece cancer cornucopia basket bread
board with this my threadbare body
cup of christ habits for no one
board with my loving bag of bones
or just sip your wine
in silence

Health Problems

Dawn down, missile motion towards the
ocean thump, glass tattoo wilting petal fade
teardrop orgasm guilting thrust
distrusted guts hold baby rust ovary
insist in cystic shakedown
her vagina bleeds constantly
art which is love de
feated by life but
breathing obligation purchases
a day and
another day
slight hand deftly conducting
cacophonous romance
attempting fuck
accomplishing seed
shakedown
sleep
I have too many feet

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Cancer Everywhere

Are these the ending days, when
the pines lay down and the moss kisses,
skeletons of leaves crackle like
twisted fingers and the dog is
too old, when the bible flesh
loses material presence and
there is nothing left but
shadows of questions

Pages of dust, I breathed away the book,
I emptied this vault heart and scuttled my
stomach and I hung my legs up and I
lay down my arms beside my hands and I
was just a head and a hole with
searching eyes left
nothing to search

I have cancer
everywhere

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Want

When all need can be refuted, which it can,
then want becomes the only true need.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

I Think

It's good to have enemies,
so far as I can tell, pull, some force
some something feeling somewhat like
a hell of heartache and unknown
future
the one you love is
the one you fear the most

Friday, September 30, 2011

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Saturday, September 24, 2011

Leaf

Cosmic blaspheme
tarantula gargantuan
harangue lips and
scold busy finger tips
corrupt art
vilify the virgin
dance religion
hang the pope
riches bowel
poor radiant teeth
honestly clean
honestly virtuous
tenth
thirteenth
pegasus whisper
tender pre-teen fondle
exploration slut who
doesn't know better
bathe in tongue
embrace confusion
abstract the abstraction
dialogue with mutterers
council with canines man's
best friend
taking advice from a hungry
mouth a wagging tale and
restless legs a 15,000 year
old wolf who is an avatar
for instinct
a memory capsule
moon's distance lover
who mothered the
world before birthing
a thirsty litter
milk
honey
bread
fire and fashion and
steadfast love and
origami truth whose
folds are lost the
yellow paper catches in
oiled baseball glove
embrace like
mom and
mother or
mommy who
spit me from the mouth bellow
who knows the nest is nothing
but a test for life and gravity and
the lemming gene the will to live the
migraine of being the
concreteness of the reality of
the undeniability of
living and
dying of the
irrefutability of
suffering at the
strange hand of
being the arbitrary hand of
THIS is me and not this or
that

So who accepts blowing around in the wind who
surrenders to being a pawn

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Finally

London fog or fig leaf shroud Adam
Eve even
naked ape sensitive "human" who
grew smart weak willing willful
weary of the arbitrary or perhaps
just stumbled on snake
Is that why I am pathetic today?
Predestiny?
I long again for West 71st street
and New Amsterdam
A cold room and a radiator hissing
like you choking it
woke me I
panicked

I loved you then,
it became
sealed

Love To Hate Me

Dim the lights,
set your lips on fire

Friday, September 16, 2011

Sex Addiction

It was callous it was
careless it was
carving caricatures of
Christ into cave walls and
crystal balls it was
canine cravings for
killfuck killing it
was quantified love un
willing it
came it comes in spurts it
was quarried heart or
excavated soul it came it
quivered and so it comes
in shudders that deliver
nothing but
empty stomach
empty empty
stomach be
cause I
didn't
love her.

After So Many Things

Finished breakfasts and
used condoms and
read books and
chewed bones and
worn shoes and
weathered hands and
so many lies and
lived-in homes and
old Texas and
tired horses and
parched throats and
rusty hinges
lies lies lies and
arthritic dog and
dusty bible and
cold soup and
dried up creek

What am I
to seek?

Her

Harlequin hungover hard-on heavenly
high harassing Harriet's hymen heat
heat heat horrifically her heart heaved
having had him howling hell haunting hurting
henceforth hating hard hard hard-on and
forever [t]hereafter.

Monday, September 12, 2011

Things

A man with a beautiful face a woman with a beautiful lung a boy with a beautiful blue toy a girl with a beautiful baby a day with laughter a sky with wishes a stone with secrets a key with cupid a dancer with wings a horse with milk eyes a snake with a promise an ocean with a song a night with a murder a dead man dreaming with a grin a bottle full of space a tooth with eyes a mouth with anger a tongue with justice a home without a map a needle a tree a gift an angel a silver hair a stool or a prism with living emanations or the dead constellations of synapse sex that fled hurtling outward at the speed of living or a book or a bean or a beetle green or a bitch with a litter wanting milk so a saucer does because the tits didn't exist a shelf and dust a ball of cotton soaked in us a candied flower to a lover and a letter to a mother a kiss a dying breath a fuck another kiss a breathing death an unbreathing life after a stomach a hole a cancer a bowl a butter knife and a scalpel buttered bread and a chapel and a priest who prays for endless nights and ending days a cog a second hand a little dust mote and a sand coloured stain on darker skin that promises that once I was lighter but truth happened who calls it Sun a burn a hovering bruise and smothering for days who choose
a stick a knight a cup a holy ghost a sight a sore these eyes a bone who lies an inkwell sly and televised a carpenter ant a glass tattoo a virus an apple a tantalizing breast a seductive arching back a pound of flesh a price a pension earning as an old man aged before us who loved nothing but a quick dog a lazy finger a queen a crow a shred of proof

Saturday, September 10, 2011

All Day In Bed

If me loving you doesn't make you
love me back, seeing how much I
love you will only make me
repulsive to you.

Saturday, September 3, 2011

September 3rd, 2011, 6:13 am

I think,
there's something undeniably honest
about someone going insane.
As if there is nothing else as honest.
No one else as honest.

If this were truly the last thing I
ever wrote,

It would be my
most satisfying

We Killed

Whose prophet told him to bet on
chance not odds because
she's a better lover she tells more
truths whose mother always kept
milk on the table kept bread in the
oven kept a full cup for Christ who
never came without gifts who kept the
door unlocked for any ghost who
came who
loved a prayer and a song who
loved verses from the book of
Anger or Hate who
lip read the rapture and day dreamed the
meat whose

Slaughter was in reverence to
excellence and baptism and
honesty and virginity and truth
or half truth or shades of fractions of
truth or maybe opinions even but certainly
not lies whose slaughter was in honor of
Bill and Joan and Patrick or
Anthony whose whale never swallowed
Jonah whose bush never burned whose
lips never peeled from sunburn cruelty whose
tied shoelaces never tripped him whose
skinned knees were then a lie whose
guilt trip was false whose
sex addiction was his own weakness whose
liquor flowed by his own hand whose
tears were only sweat whose
volume upon volume of Conan Doyle were
only testaments to his boyhood innocence and
I wish truly I do that
we could I could rescue him from the
inkwell of his own insane downspiral but
the internet and the Heidelberg press
cahooted to kill something beautiful and
since then there's been nothing trustworthy
about us.

Because we killed the last beautiful person.

Making Good On A Promise

Something beautiful.

Friday, September 2, 2011

What We Become

Who killed jesus when they voted for a
baby who looked like a promise but was
just a black fuck, a vague hole or a
gravity well that pulled like a hooker, who

Hasn't eaten since the internet who
loves only orgasm who
tastes the most electronic blood who
laughs one zero one who
would frag you lol who
would spit in your yearbook unsigned and
photograph the place where your locker was who
will never remember forgetting who
is plugged in who
is out there in the
cosmos of pornography and attention deficit who
is scared as hell when the power's out whose
skin is a pale blue who
sits in wife beater and
white underwear because he is a
god who
chats angels and
searches the answers

Kill me
any
time
now

Wonder What The Fuck

Pulse dialtone love means
never being alone and
carry guns or carry sticks
or carry condoms for
weeping dicks or carry ash
for cloudy sky or carry heavy
burdens I will carry on and
carry forth I'll carry fourth
the major fifth I'll
carry fists I'll carry eyes I'll
carry water in my lies I'll

Fuck the dog metaphorically I
burned the house down in
my sleep
I

I'm jagging with existence and
pranking truth I'm playing games
with you and you and
two versions of my
self there's
the I I see as I and the
me I wish to be or be or
be better than so

Barf the universe barf the key
eject simple fucking honesty a
clear picture or a proof of
something
meaning
anything
so that I don't have to feel that
I'm wasting the preciousness of
moments I could have been sleeping
eternally

please
God don't let me fool myself
[again]

I just ask for constance in my heart or
fingers, certainty
that what is beautiful today will be
beautiful tomorrow and
in two years and
in two generations when
my children's children set eyes upon
my barfing work and wonder what
the fuck

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Time Passes

And so we eulogize his soul, because
he was too angry to live, but he wasn't
brave enough to take his life.

Some day he'll learn that it's
smarter to die willfully than
stagnate confused and helpless.

Monday, August 29, 2011

I, How To Live

Who would lock art snobs and philistines
in the same gas chamber and let
the overwhelmed sane get on
with their lives.

Sunday, August 28, 2011

End

Life is art so art is just trying to be life and trying is stupid.

Be, be, be

Love lies on a chair, unused or unopened like a letter written but
never sent or,
Love in blanket tatter rum stain kiss, pause, deep breathing moment -
hold it
Love sister, hold on
to your moment of comfort as she snoozes, exhalations that are your name
but fade to anything not your name,
blackwhite sigh, black then
white smiling eye downturn to
feet, feet, feet

Love me you don't love me you
won't love me you
can't
or
won't it
doesn't matter
what you say any
more

Effect removed from
cause is
what it is so

Just be and
be
and
be mine baby
be

Genius fuck
love baby
be

Monday, August 22, 2011

Suicide Note

I'm losing my language
every day
It's getting worse and
before long I will be mute,
still

The more I know, the less
I'm able to speak

Paralysis

Lyrical overwhelm like the constance of a humming sound,
that is my every day or night, so the metabolism of
consciousness is a beast in and of itself it's
everything to me now
Awareness I mean, selfness, the who am I or
what am I or why am I become the blood in
me

Inner world become only world and I've had
to learn to remind myself that out there is

More

Amelia Earhart

Amelia Earhart, children don't even
know your name anymore,
sad tragedy sad
Amelia I'll never love another woman I
promise as
long as I live I'll
never love again

****************

When you went down went
down with a smile into water so
deep so loving so everything

For the water truly is everything

Tao of Mouth

Collapsing mouth, rubble teeth
suffocating tongue who begs relief
holy tonsil broken jaw
whose mouth is closed for this is law

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Prayer

Tangled in this hammock with a hand gun and a hard on and I'm
counting silver dollars in my daydreams in the sun and when I
take a little breath and when I breathe a little deeper I'll be
ready for my death yeah I'll be ready for the reaper but I
do not know my father and I can't remember mother I was
raised on television and I never took a lover who could
sell my heart for fashion who could stab me in the back and
who could tell me I was Jesus and then hang me from the rack

and then

oh

and then

oh

smile so politely girl and kiss me on the lips and
let me chew to bone your pretty little liar finger tips who
told me love is this and love is that I'll never let you go who
told me lie lie lie above all else truth isn't yours to know and when
I close my eyes and kiss the gun and say my last goodbye it's your
disgusting name your filthy prayer that I will surely cry

Papillon

None of you
deserve this none
of you
deserve
me.

Friday, August 12, 2011

A Prayer Before Bed Time

"I find it incredibly cathartic to finish off the night
with a passionate 'fuck you' to no one in particular
but everything equally. I actually stopped
masturbating."

- Him Dreamer Daywalking Manboy Animal

Found Scribbled On His Walls Posthumously

"Useless art for useless art for
useless eyes for
sedative purposes for
useless heart for
useless Universe or useless
experiment so our
useless art will be
useless apart from our
< ... >less heart will be
less a part of our
useless stops and
starts which are Uni
versally useless except as a
punchline regarding art"


We're still trying to figure out if it means
anything.