hauntingly beautiful

My lover stayed in Lebanon, on the sixth floor of an apartment building with magnificent red theatre curtains shading the balcony. Since this is the only building left standing (the others collapsed in a giant heap), I imagine my lover was able to circumvent the bombing by drawing the curtains shut.


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Rheim Alkadhi is an interdisciplinary artist. Currently, her work can be seen at Los Angeles Contemporary Exhibitions (LACE), featuring a civilian hair repository that indexes 1200 deaths from two weeks of air raids in Iraq. She lives in Los Angeles.
For more information visit: http://www.birwaz.org/alkadhi.htm

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overwhelmed

it's all too much
can't sift

not doves / foul piece

yeah, there is a lot going on in the world


standing alone
trippin on mine enemies ffoott blow n over there
bloody savage isn't it while i dally about the school year starting and pencils and the soil of the guilt grows greener grass.
but shut that off now, i'm eating my dinner jumbosize that needle for the insulin. would you like anthrax. more than 4 dead in ohio when this baby hits. tie that down. in the cargo hold. mugshot me. one more lifeless one for road. listen to the rhetoric and bob's your uncle. it's HIV. TB. guantanamo. crop dust our heads with dead birds love won't bring us together. please deposit your H1N5 before boarding.
that'll shut the other shit down.

animal bicycle mishaps

was telling someone about the bat then they reminded me of the suicidal squirrel incident

tea and vinegar

on being bitten by a bat

tight
alkalinic
tannic soft
mixed together tea and buffered milk
hydrophobic/hydrophilic
no blood in the mirror when i checked death in a little black fuzz cape
actually, are they not brown?
brown is tangential
going to london
extrinsic/china bird in the cupboard/ finding things in really odd places
am i foaming yet , there isn't enough time to finish the canvas in that case
i better write the words soon and stop the things i don't want, like the daily news and the clear liquids...

when it becomes product

when i want to know who looks, how to get them to look, how to get them to love then it is product is is manufacturing it is business not pure not honest not even very friendly. i've been making for the last 10 days straight and i feel overwhelmingly wrungout. took a lot longer than i thought. 4 big canvases, still working on those. papers too, but got to move on what to do with them, showing, framing, what is framing, it's display, it's marketability, isn't that back to selling and whoring? running all sorts of directions ultimately quite fast, like background static. gotta write something today too, was a promise. must keep those. promises. must. yes. mittens would be good, puffy things around my noisy parts.

ba(th)ing

realized it had been a while, couldn't actually recall when. how grand! tired, all that bathing i've come undone and bits, an arm i think, floated off...

how many of these are there?

blogs i mean. buckets of blogs. billions like carl's stars. gobs. oodles.
way better than journals, for one thing i can read this afterwards... of course that may or may not be such an attribute. after all, last entry about prismed nasal effluvient.

diffracted snot

sneezed and the droplets on the monitor are beautiful and rainbow

rusti bike is swell

oh yeah
mirror: 5 bucks
reflector: a buck fifty
new non geeky helmet: priceless
( okay that's lame, but a friend of mine asked me if the road was softer near my house then? when i said i only used the helmet for long hauls...)
brains come in handy, sometimes

at a human pace

slow speed is how it happens when your rusti bike is at the shop

boy in a dress

this morning he was clad in corduroy like a man with stubble and he looked so folorn and beige and i missed the kicky wool knee highs and the swagger was absent today just blank look if i didn't know the corner

ps

don't care

daydaytdatehair

breat h e while its there lung gil xled unventilated tap xped out on the keyboard that it xs time it xs time it xs gog ogo brea th e some lifewithother outer from the otherside of no not silled river xriver edg-e ripe americansoil burst xbreathe maybe ki xs would be nice knowing something about st*rs and monday monsoons a haircut from xhoppy scissors with xhoppy hands (marked with henna at the drivethrough so catching a sight outaken i ) but the money's alright yeah it's alright and breathing's all that and more
yeah it's alr i te

B ark rejects

( love douglas adams )
insurance agents are not even good enough for the B ark. at times. don't like em. nope. not a bit. send them into space with crusts and rags i say!

kinda banal

gee, happy in my realm becomes kinda cloying, dotcha say? i do. hmm. odd that i do pain much better, the skatingpond of the terminally iced. i guess.

a few thoughts:
1) odd that men can be rogues but girls are seen as, well, wrong, that way. ( x-men makes that a murdering offence, her crime of roguery ) why does marriage, singledom, or even being paired , ie: not condemned to solitude, define the woman so? i never used to give it a second thought, for ages ( aeons in fact ) and now it's in my consciousness. what's with that? is life just a 3 act play with girls and guys and gay repartee. where is my inner noel coward. i'm thinking way too much about this, i can tell...

2) also, if help,you've fallen, and you can't get up, it doesn't matter how old or not that you are, you are still in big trouble.

that's it.
'night!

juniper on the lake

weekend juniper
horse drawn hats
the fly road will take you to the mud road, sista
don't take the highway it's them
from the city you don't live in
so we can talk, we can talk then, sista
broad unhurried means so little time to waste wanting
it's peach and pie too hot to cover
cat dog dog dog
ratio 1:3 friendly
watch the others!
groaning weighty entendre ripe with fecund playwrights
suddenly bigger words and pregnant pause
mimics and love
girl boy boy boy
watch the ratios!
feel free to taste the sweet august twisted mead
slam the screen door laughing now, boys
uncork my story

might wish to be so

what a crock of fragment heated barged up
so little forethough
so not ( gritty )
but the outcomes are ( fuck i'm drizzled O hi ) just take one part per million neutrinos, positrons, mu and heavy water ( yum. grande ) DRINKITUP you are galactically fucked ( hellooo antimatter whatsa matter) saying: hey doll ( slammed ) you havn't enough, come on ( pssst psst pssst whipper slipper noise noise noise ) try it again with feeling this time i know you got it in your hand it's tattooed on your cuecard it's the cat's meow
yup

happy note

last night on hot street after sun went down everybody happy those of us who sat outside moved slowly succumbing to it all eating icecreams and frothy freeze in tall chill glass leaving fingerprinting with smiles to strangers reading sipping pavement heat pouring more cold water watching the people who smiled too especially the ones with the bikes and the huge cut watermelons and ribbons in their hair noone minded not a single drop of sweat

not fond of trucks

weeblewobbling brutes.