Sunday, September 29, 2024
Lyric: Elf Collar
Wednesday, August 21, 2024
Lyric: There Or?
light off window sill
washed out pale
Katje into Nico
then a whisp of smoke
there’s a frame of ghost
passage, a frame of
oiled and polished mahogany
around a vacuum
there are other frames
a hole becomes a tunnel
if you follow it out
a ghost who’s not quite
there
Sunday, July 28, 2024
Pocket Check: Folders
Pocket Power Rankings, main pocket folders
- Swiss Army Alox Farmer - classic budget pocket knife, this one features a saw blade as one of the secondary tools, which is sweet. If I have to replace this, I will get a Farmer X to get the scissors as well. Made with pedestrian materials, this is nonetheless a classic for good reason. Also, no one freaks when you pull it out of your pocket, so it goes almost anywhere.
- Spyderco Manix 2 Cru-Carta - brushed Cru-Wear blade paired with unfinished brown burlap Micarta scales backed by full sized liners - a balanced knife which locks into your hand a myriad of ways. Useful and casually elegant, it is a bit big & aggressive to pull out in some situations.
- Benchmade Bugout - the archetypal lightweight folder in the classic 20V/blue grivory format. Super light with a yeoman drop point blade and the revolutionary axis lock, it pretty much goes everywhere though, at 3.25 inches, the blade is not small.
- QSP Penguin - brass handle/black stonewashed D2 blade with a liner lock, this budget workhorse is very effective with its slicey-but-solid sheepsfoot blade. Simple, understated design, and the brass scales develop a beautiful patina.
- Spyderco Endura 4 - a big work knife (fully serrated 3.75" VG10 drop point blade, black FRN scales), this one has the characteristic Spyderco multi-grip lockup, and will cut through damn near anything.
- Spyderco Native 5 - another classic Sypderco leaf blade model, in most ways a smaller version of the Manix 2 (street-legal 3" blade). This version also has a Cru-wear blade, this time with a DLC coating to protect the less-than-stainless blade, along with black G-10 scales sanded smooth. Like the Manix 2 the Native 5 attracts a little attention when it comes out.
- Ontario Rat - the basic budget model (Aus-8, tan nylon handle and full stainless liner), this thing is a big workhorse beater. If knives were trucks, this would be a 1978 3/4 ton Silverado with a 454 V8. And it would burn oil.
- Benchmade Mini Griptillian - a small street-legal knife with some heft. I could use a little more length on the handle, but it's a solid three-finger grip with room to choke up. This is a blackout model in S30V.
- Benchmade Shootout - a lightweight out-the-front automatic, this feels a little less tactical and a little more EDC than your average Microtech OTF dagger. The Cru-wear black DLC blade shoots out solidly and reliably, but the knife remains suprisingly lightweight. And, though it may not scream "tactical" (especially with the seafoam green grivory handles), it still has some attitude and will raise eyebrows when it makes an appearance in most spaces.
- Spyderco Watu - Spyderco tribute to traditional Central/Southern African blades & useful (if eccentric) EDC. Even Syderco's simplest handle shapes fit into the hand beautifully.
Thursday, July 4, 2024
Another Fucking Draft of The 18
The 18
Preston Highway
hard yellow brown
suicide lane
down to the Snyder
Ohio Valley temperature inversion
parks stink
on top
the Watterson overpass
churches
check cashing joints
the 18
runs down Preston
every 15 minutes
ebb and flow
you’re standing
in the aisle
eight,
nine,
noon,
four,
five,
six,
nine-thirty
the wrong 18
dumps you short of Outer Loop
at the Cash America on Ulrich
Mexican places for Mexicans
Mexican places for whites
bare tube fluorescent
gold-flecked white Formica
Tecaté
can’t order in Spanish
can point
secret menu
all the Latins under curved glass
at the front of a converted Wendys
bus stop
hammered wet cigarette tar
poison fumes
busted catalytic converters
broken cars
making the right
off Outer Loop
accelerating up Preston
in a trail of stink
late
catching the 18
stragglers
they’re not
turning off
the lights
obviously
pull knit cap
down over burnt eyes
up Eastern Parkway
the 18, then a mile home
* * * * *
pulling on a Tecate 24
up Preston
dank night
up about
where Indian Trail
slashes across
oily dark
swimming across
broken asphalt
dirt
you feel as much as see
breathing
chunked petroleum
sloughing off
strip malls
perhaps
not dark so much as light
at crazed angles
coming in
as negative light
always
people
crossing the street
in the dark
you don’t see them
just sort of hanging out
there
in the double turn lane
Mexicans
Africans
Koreans
Whites
strollers
lumpenprole
defying death
hanging
on the edge
broken asphalt river
all it is is
you wake up
in the morning
and find yourself
back
out on Preston
fucked
Sunday, May 26, 2024
Contra Kenkō
Funeral Prayer:::
One who is truly wise
has no knowledge
or virtue
nor honor
nor fame
who will know of him
speak of him to others
this is not
because he hides his virtue
and pretends foolishness
he
is
beyond
distinctions
such as
wise and foolish
gain and loss
I have been speaking of what it is to cling to one’s delusions
and seek after fame and fortune
All things of this phenomenal world
are mere illusion
they are worth
neither discussing
nor desiring
Contra Kenkō, if the world is illusion
then illusion it is
fix it
Galileo per Brecht
transfers man from the center of the universe
to somewhere on the outskirts
he is an enemy of mankind
and should be treated as such
1. He tried to sell himself to you, but you underbid
2. not only is man transferred –
3. the center will not hold
Sunday, October 29, 2023
Excerpt From *The Recursive Shadow of Empire*
II.
1.
Clare is the “rootless”
“cosmopolitan” nomadic . . .
the extension à 80s Euro
cocaine ennui jetset
to its Ballardian xtreme,
rootless center
of a disintegrating, metamorphosizing
(“corrupt” per H & N),
CULTURE.
In every place the nomadic
“Clare” shows,
there are recognizable markers of
place
smeared across the landscape
like oils with a pallet knife
Clare, who “never sleeps”, is continuously
falling asleep –
on trains and buses, in taxis and
waiting rooms –
asleep almost as much as awake – continuously
in motion,
continuously weary
Paris à Berlin à Lisbon
narrow
streets wind up and down,
hillsides,
stairs, levels, paths,
lines
of flight
Moscow by 747
(TRANS
SIBERIAN EXPRESS SUNG LI STATION)
Beijing
Tokyo
labyrinth
levels
arcade
line of flight, like Harry Lime
in the sewers of Vienna
by
ship to
ààààààà
San Francisco
(“the
biochemical event of seeing”)
blindness, motion, and vision. impermanence
and flux.
2.
Australia
going
to that arid place at the end of the world
“my
bag? traveling separately.”
The Y2k of self-consumption
The horror of open space
cesura
terrible things have happened
happens in the worst of times
down into the tunnels
down
caves, canyons, valleys,
mountains –
When we touch the earth, it will
kill us.
Dreams and visions
Creation and theft
The unbearable sadness,
the unbearable ugliness of
creation
“You can’t just decide to die.”
“I don’t decide anything. I just
let it happen.”
3.
They have become addicted
to their catalog of images.
They wandered in and out of lost
worlds –
feelings and figures emerge
from a lost past – their dreams
become black holes of isolation –
they suffered finally from a
complete loss
of identity reality.