Beach Sloth

Meat Confetti

                Are you ready for the second, the middle part of many parts? You better be sitting because this is a trilogy, a three-part act with beginning, middle and end. 

                Jesus Moses covers his dad, the God particle. Pedal hard with the father, son and Holy Ghost. A bike is a poor form of transport for intangible, unknowable creatures. Guess that’s why they have a three seat bike. Poor oppressed creature wants to be free. Instead the best it can do is to steal some French fries. That’s a start I reckon. Mourn the loss of Easter Island in the morning while you eat your Shredded Wheat. Ludwig von Mises lives a strange life. What else should one expect from an Austrian libertarian? 

                Murdoch Lamarche represents an anonymous collective following us around. Wherever we go, whoever we see, they are there. Avoid them at your own peril. Judgment is from on high from these lads. Static is the new music. Get lost in waves of static. That’s the sound of drama, of waves trying to cut through other waves and failing.

                Neon Glittery is back and better than ever. See the process of art as art. Blurred posies are presented in the beginning. A contraption breaks down into animals, wandering free, duplicating themselves at will. Duplication at will is the new sex. Xerox machines are the amoebas of the business world. Crosses cross themselves. Things are unstable, collapsing. The only things to support each other are pure, uncut words. 

                Penny Goring wants the watcher. Voyeurism is grand when you have an audience. Simon does a whole lot with that ladle. Feed off of love soup it tastes like putrid chicken soup for the soul. They eventually fall into love after being colored various colors, shades of the UK, shades of America. Beaches beckon them. A day at the shore is a swell time indeed. Genius resides here; it gallops at an unknowable speed. 

                Sarah Edwards shows life going from beginning to end. A piano plays keeping track of time barely. Look at the open arms waiting for someone to hug, to share happiness. 

                Shane Jesse Christmass describes a bizarre world. This is the Khmer Rouge. Run and walk, try to hide. It is illegal to have a good life. Faces are determined by level of education. Somehow they live in cars. Lucky, they must avoid interaction with the wrong people. Or maybe the wrong people are just what they need. 

                ‘Tao Lin’ appears with the most intense exploration of his persona. Without saying anything he says everything. Scare quotes are a ‘Tao Lin’ thing. If you use them right you can terrify the appropriate parties. One does not need to tell the truth within the scare quotes. They simply exist to shelter our words from meaning. Go ‘out of control’. Wonder if this is even Tao Lin or if it is ‘Tao Lin’. It is impossible to tell. Usage of scare quotes shows everything is uncertain or unbelievable. ‘Life is good’. 

                Yumbo Tuff/Lollichops dance the day away. They travel back in time to 2003. What makes this a difficult piece is the lack of beach. Does beach stand for a form of joy? Are they riding positive waves? It is impossible to tell. Remember seeing this video from long ago. Glad it returns as summer is officially gone. 

                Ben Abraham critiques alt lit. This is the best, most thorough critique of alt lit I have ever read and I’ve read them all. Sure I have responded to this in a certain capacity already but this is the part two, the response to my response. Consider this a cycle of a cycle of a cycle. Regarding Flarf I feel there are multiple approaches to it. One would be simply typing stuff in and seeing what happens. Usually there is some kind of perimeter. Lately I’ve begun to see people outline Flarf pieces. When I write Flarf I have a pre-written ‘outline’ of what I want it to say. Then I see how much I can improvise upon what I can find. I have a say in my Flarf. Sure the founders of Flarf disagree. But that is okay. My Flarf should match the emotion I am trying to convey. So it has a certain level of control alongside a chance. Glad Ben focuses on Andrea Coates. She’s a personal favorite of mine. Andrea Coates’s voice screams across the page. I can feel the volume, the intensity she uses in her writing and I like it. 

                Prepare yourself for the most vegan friendly microwavable delight known to humanity, the vegan hot pockets.