September 29, 2011


“What words say does not last.  The words last.  Because words are always the same, and what they say is never the same. ” -Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943

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“We should have a great fewer disputes in the world if words were taken for what they are, the signs of our ideas only, and not for things themselves.”  -John Locke

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“But if thought corrupts language, language can also corrupt thought.”  -George Orwell

1. Eating orange peels is good for me.

2. Apple cores don’t exist.

3. Diet Sunkist is ahead of it’s time.

September 25, 2011

came home after a moving cello performance and an evening among friends and had left the phone home and saw the missed calls and started to bite into an apple and bit through to a perfectly round, perfectly rotten dark brown center. so rotten that when i tilted the apple the rot fell off onto the floor splattering and thought disease decompisition death and heard my sister’s voice pick up the phone and give me the news and i sat and i thought and felt like the axis were turning towards signposts that nothing beautiful is certain nothing really worth anything can be owned and adapt to change so the strain doesn’t that dream i had with my veins and that sneer and smirk just to see what would happen to me and who was that that would undermine my will like the just to see that state in me so stand back and reflect a byte before i bite into an apple again

Is this real life?

September 23, 2011


Picture it: Red Old Spice Deodorant Stick (that’s right, I wear it like I have a pair to back it up). I pick it up and look at it from a few angles, open the cap, take a whiff, close it back up, note the texture of the twister component on the bottom, then begin reading the words on the back of the Old Spice Deodorant label (and I quote):

Old Spice High Endurance Deodorant

CONTAINS ODOR-FIGHTING  ‘ATOMIC ROBOTS’ THAT ‘SHOOT LASERS’

AT YOUR ‘STENCH MONSTERS’ AND REPLACES THEM WITH FRESH, CLEAN, MASCULINE ‘SCENT ELVES.’

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If you can believe it, it only gets better..

DIRECTIONS:

(1) Twist up product (don’t carve it out with a butter knife. check)

(2) Apply to underarms only. (somebody wrote these directions up: ‘Apply to underarms,’ paused, then made the call to add ‘only’)

(3) Use daily for best results.

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In all fairness to Old Spice, if they really are intending to market to a demographic that believes in ‘scent monsters’ and ‘scent elves’, then the ‘this is how we breathe’ directions aren’t without merit. But wait, stare at an Old Spice deodorant stick for a minute longer, and tell them what they’ll win:

INGREDIENTS:

(1) Dypropylene Glycol

(2)Propylene Glycol (this is dypropylene glycol’s sworn nemesis)

(3) Sodium Stearate

(4) Fragrance (this is an ingredient?)

(5) PPG-3 Myristyl Ether (this does not sound like the name of a toxic-chemical-bastard-spawn-child of an evil scientist. again, that’s an example of what the name of this ingredient doesn’t sound like)

(6) Tetrasodium EDTA (duh. don’t leave home without it)

(7) Violet 2

(8) Green 6 (that’s right baby, someone finally got the good sense to patent the color wheel)

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and last but not least, the kicker..

QUESTIONS?

1-800-677-7582

http://www.oldspice.com

September 21, 2011

                          i am lost in lines     i was kept  in line
i was bred instead                      inside
           those twist my arm episodes
           why don't you break my arm episodes
           
           you observed me
in all my bright bulb inadequacy 

your specialty

my fear

September 19, 2011

‘Death is the great analyst that shows the connexions by unfolding them, and bursts open the wonders of genesis in the rigour of decomposition: and the word decomposition must be allowed to stagger  under the weight of its meaning. Analysis, the philosophy of elements and their laws, meets its death in what it had vainly sought in mathematics, chemistry, and even language: an unsupersedable model, prescribed by nature; it is on this great example that the medical gaze will now rest. It is no longer that of a living eye, but the gaze of an eye that has seen death- a great white eye that unties the knot of life.’

-Michael Foucault: Death of the Clinic (page 144)

-Michael Foucault:  The Birth of the Clinic (page 115)