if you want to hear how i read it, complete with copyright infringement music, i put it here: http://zachtbd.xyz/poems/UnsolvedMystery.m4a
― snarl self own (Karl Malone), Sunday, 13 February 2022 22:17 (two years ago) link
I’m not between jobsI’m post-employmentAsk me to say that againwhen I reach the end of my savingswhen I’m digging under the bottomto see how deep I can really go godo you know what I mean?Ask me to say that again, ‘I’m not between jobs’and we’ll see if I really meant anythingwhen I was saying iteven as I was saying it
I don’t want you to worry about meI’m as happy as I can beI’m as happy as a clamas happy as I’ve been since I was thirteenright now, writing and worrying so muchburning down everything I touchin some ways not much has changed
I thought I could be whatever I wanted to beI should not have understood that literallybut I wanted so much to believe in that ideaI believed it myself for a nice long while
I’m speaking but you’re not listeningI don’t blame youI tend to go on and onI go on until I’ve had enoughand then — and there’s always an ‘and then’when I know there should instead be silenceI keep on talking, it happened againHow many times can I forgive myself for thisand count on someone else to pay for my ticket
‘I’m set free, I’m set free, I’m set freeto find a new illusion’I wish that were mine, but that’s Lou Reed
When I hear it I think of how many timesI have completely lost it only to find it againDiscovery, revision, and reinventionSounds like a decent life planbut also suspiciously like a sloganan ad campaign for Mercedes-Benz
“Discovery, revision, and reinventionYou’ll lose your mind in this carYou’ll never never want to step out of itYou won’t remember when it startedbut you’ll know the pit is bottomlesstwo hundred horses pulling in the same directionall to your benefit, the Mercedes Benz E350Luxury, discovery, revision, and reinvention”Do they still make ads like that
― dig your way out of the shit with a gold magic shovel! (Karl Malone), Thursday, 17 February 2022 08:35 (two years ago) link
We should start on timeas in space, most of it is emptinesswe can live to the extent that we can fill it up and make a place in the vast expanse of nothing
there are countless endless long tails of the infiniteyou can walk halfway to the end and then do it againad infinitum, that’s infinitesimalthat’s the quality of being indefinitely reaching toward something that gets closerin space but not in timeyou’re always in motion but you never seem to arrive
I’m not between jobsI’m post-employmentAsk me to say that again in a minutewhen I reach the end of my checking accountand we’ll see how deep it really goeswhen I’m digging beneath my bottomGod, I don’t want a digital walletAsk me to say that again, ‘I’m not between jobs’and we’ll see how much I meant of what I was sayingof everything above, everything belowas much as one can, after reflection, sayas below, as above
I am not in love with thinking about moneyit’s the kind of thing only a fucking prickwould spend their time withI know it’s not right to speak of itgreasy wheeled spoonfuls with print of multiple licksit’s the secret sauce of societywe all know that
I don’t want you to worry about meI’m as happy as I can bewhy, I’m as happy as a clam on a holiday!!I’m as happy as I’ve been since I was thirteenright now, writing and reading and trying not to worry so muchbut also burning down everything I touchin some ways not much has changed
I thought I could be whatever I wanted to beI should not have understood that so literallybut I wanted so much to believe in that ideaI believed it myself for a nice long while
I’m speaking but you’re not listeningI don’t blame youI tend to go on and onfor a real long whileI go on until I’ve had enoughand then — and there’s always an ‘and then’but and then — and there’s always a but, buts and thens, when I know there should instead be silenceand then when there finally isI rev up the engineand I keep on talking, it happened againHow many times can I forgive myself for this kind of thingI know I’ll do it again
‘I’m set freeto find a new illusion’I wish that were me, that was Lou Reed
When I hear it I think of how many timesI have completely lost myself in it only to find it againDiscovery, revision, and reinventionSounds like a decent life planbut also suspiciously like a sloganfrom an ad campaign for Mercedes-Benz
“Discovery, revision, and reinventionYou’ll lose your mind in this carYou’ll never ever want to step out of this carin god we trust in our motor vehicleYou won’t remember when it startedbut you’ll know the pit is bottomlesstwo hundred horses pulling in the same directionall to your benefit, the Mercedes Benz E350 Luxurydiscovery, revision, and reinvention
Do they still make ads like thatThey don’t make ads for the pennilessthey do but that’s not the primary audience
I’m living for whoever is still believingin the possibility of creating meaningthrough living rather than waitingfor a truth which will never come to manifestrather than waiting to die as a form of escapismwhen I say GOP death cult I mean every bit of ityes I’m on the left and I know you don’t care whyHow long can I get by on nothing but butter and bluster and gall?Ask 45, it’s better not to think of it
If the clouds suddenly partand the trumpets call and avoice speaks down to us allI will bow down in front of itonce and for allthere’s always a lower place you can fallthere is no bottom on a ball in spacethere’s no end to the indefinite crawl
― dig your way out of the shit with a gold magic shovel! (Karl Malone), Thursday, 17 February 2022 22:53 (two years ago) link
Met up in the Red HallI couldn't hear over the Three DegreesSo let's go for a walkHave a smoke, have a talk
He gave me the lowdownSotto voce: "Hey, with friends like these..."Then he just trailed offTurned away, faked a cough
He said it would be be fineNo one would get hurt, it would be a breezeI couldn't parse his winkSo I just asked for time to think
I should have known betterBad things always tend to come in threesThe Boom-Truth and The KnifeHave never got me far in life
I told him I loved himAs an afterthought, in parenthesesTacked it on to the endScanned it over, then clicked "Send"
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Saturday, 19 February 2022 17:03 (two years ago) link
I'm trying to deliberately leave out the important shit recently, like to the extent of deleting verses. All ominous threat-of-flood, no details of flood. Doughnut-shaped poems, all outside no middle.
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Saturday, 19 February 2022 17:07 (two years ago) link
Also taking on board what KM said about reading them aloud, so actually they maybe lose something without specific intonation and phrasing
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Saturday, 19 February 2022 17:10 (two years ago) link
oooh, i like that one quite a bit JHM, that's some good stuff!
― dig your way out of the shit with a gold magic shovel! (Karl Malone), Saturday, 19 February 2022 17:34 (two years ago) link
whoa
― dig your way out of the shit with a gold magic shovel! (Karl Malone), Saturday, 19 February 2022 20:17 (two years ago) link
sorry to post the same exact lines again, but i just came upon an interesting feature in sublime text, which i usually only use for programming stuff, back when i tried to do that. anyway, i wanted to see what the poem above, the one that starts with "we should start on time", would look like as a kind of long paragraph, kind of like how i usually post actually, oops. but anyway - that did not work, but instead i came upon sublime text's ability to randomize the lines of a selection, which includes line breaks, so that when it puts it back together it creates new stanzas and pairings. some of these new randomized sections are much better than what i was very much trying to do, ha! the matrix is real. jk
anyway, here's the sublime text-edit:
------
it’s better for my mental health, for all of usthat we can fill it up How long can I get by on Sounds like a decent life planI thought I could be whatever I wanted to beand we’ll see how deep it really goes
‘I’m set freeflub infinity
you can walk halfway to the end and then do it againright now, writing and reading and trying not to worry so muchwhen I’m digging beneath the bottomthrough living rather than waitingit’s the kind of thing only a fucking prickAsk me to say that again, ‘I’m not between jobs’voice speaks down to us allyes I’m on the left and I know you don’t care whyon nothing but butter and bluster and gall?I’m not between jobs when I say GOP death cult I mean every bit of itwhen I reach the end of my checking accountit’s the secret sauce of society“Discovery, revision, and reinventionbut I wanted so much to believe in that ideato find a new illusion’but you’ll know the pit is bottomlesswe can live to the extent as w ith space, most of it is emptinessI’m speaking but you’re not listeningthat’s the quality of being indefinitely I’m as happy as I’ve been since I was thirteenAsk me to say that again in a minuteand I keep on talking, it happened againI don’t want you to worry about meI wish that were me, that was Lou ReedI don’t know who I amand the trumpets call and aas below, as abovebut and then — and there’s always a but, in some ways not much has changedfor a truth which will never come to manifestI don’t blame youfrom an ad campaign for Mercedes-Benz
In God we trust in our motor vehicleI have completely lost myself in it only to find it againwould spend their time withdiscovery, revision, and reinventionthere’s always a lower place you can fa lland then when there finally isI’m as happy as I can beI know I’ll do it again
you’re always in motion but you never seem to arriveand then — and there’s always an ‘and then’ with me
I am not in love with thinking about moneyall to your benefit, the Mercedes Benz and make a place in the vast expanse of nothingfor a real long whileI tend to go on and onwell, they do but that’s not the primary audienceYou’ll never ever wanna step out of this carI rev up my engine
as much as one can, after reflection, sayof everything above, everything belowWhen I hear it I think of how many timeswe all know that why, I’m as happy as a clam on a holiday!!once and for all
(the same conclusions)and we’ll see how much I meant of what I was sayingDo they still make ads like that
God, I don’t want a digital wallet
but also suspiciously like a sloganin the possibility of creating meaning
Ask 45, it’s better not to think of itThey don’t make ads for the penniless
I go on until I’ve had enoughI’m not sure about that there are countless endless long tails of the infinitein space but not in timebut also burning down everything I touchI will bow down in front of itHow many times can I forgive myself for this kind of reasoning I’m post-employmentYou’ll lose your mind in this carI should not have understood that so literallyWe should start on timeI’m living for whoever is still believingthere’s no end to the indefinite crawlIf the clouds suddenly partI believed it myself for a nice long while rather than waiting to die as a form of escapismad infinitum, that’s infinitesimalYou won’t remember how to start or end itreaching toward something that gets closer
greasy wheeled spoonfuls with the mayor’s fingerprintsI know it’s not right to speak of itbuts and thens, when I know there should instead be some silenceE350 Luxurytwo hundred horses pulling you in the same directionDiscovery, revision, and reinvention
― dig your way out of the shit with a gold magic shovel! (Karl Malone), Saturday, 19 February 2022 20:23 (two years ago) link
i realize now what i need to do
― dig your way out of the shit with a gold magic shovel! (Karl Malone), Saturday, 19 February 2022 20:25 (two years ago) link
My third(?) time on the stageLet's be honest, prolly my lasta single clap rang outeveryone looked at their feet
I was taken aside beforehandTold to behave, it kind of fucked me offSo I deliberately touched EVERYTHINGThe uncles smirked, my mother didn't
Yeah, the drumkit's in my mother's atticSo there will be no rimshots tonightMy brother gave me a tromboneSo I can wompwomp to my hearts delight
I'll just nod cus it's less painful than smilingBut I'll tell you one thing for free:Next person says I "wash up nice"Is getting stabbed in the face
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Monday, 21 February 2022 20:10 (two years ago) link
On rereading I'd maybe switch the word "wash" to "scrub", it's less based in truth but sounds better
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Monday, 21 February 2022 21:02 (two years ago) link
I can still see the smug expressionon your faceI'll wipe it off whatever it takesThe end of the world suits me fineYou'll get your comeuppanceand I'll get mine
― Being cheap is expensive (snoball), Monday, 21 February 2022 21:32 (two years ago) link
Livestock, cheer upImagine the view from where I'm satTimothy's layering down one levelCurtis still acting smug as fuck
Nardise, no liesOh hey Young Laura, how ye keeeping?Let's take a walk past that one boy's houseJust whistle and look away
don't swear, just, pleaseYou cannae make up times like theseThe kids did a runner from the taxi driverAnd the park bench is still on fire
The Seven Sisters are multiplyingCeylon's called Sri Lanka nowJames Taylor's got some pretty broad shouldersBut they still chap on my door
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Tuesday, 22 February 2022 00:03 (two years ago) link
Btw in that previous thing change "my mother didn't" to "my mother sighed"
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Tuesday, 22 February 2022 00:08 (two years ago) link
Calmate ragazzo, don't get upsetThat's just how we do it in TarantoA slap to the head for your new haircutA kiss from the priest for your onomastico
Come closer child, squat by my feetMy brother brung me this old banjoCan't restring it, I'm enslaved by another manIf you're not feeling it please just go
He wears that Jazzmaster like a fashion accessoryI think he's hit it maybe once or twiceHe might seem cool, but I've gazed into his eyesI think he's got a two or vice
Middle-aged dads in button-dowm shirtsA bassist in a trucker hatNot too impressed, but I'll fake for your benefit"They're having fun, I'll give them that..."
Hush your tone and we might get a lock-inIf you'll just pay for one more roundShout "THAT'S MY GRANDMA!" when that kid starts fiddlingLaura chuckles, no one else makes a sound
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Tuesday, 22 February 2022 16:25 (two years ago) link
Franklin said "calm yer hands", he's probably rightI'm twitching all over the shopTake the deep breaths like my mother telt meBut this arsehole's beeen burnt too many times beforeWise up kid, hold the yelp backJust point two fingers and grinMaybe pretend you're an adultFlip the fag pack then exit
Benjamin says this autoharp has a "storied history"Maybe Yorkston's but I forget if that's trueMy father will visit if we let on where our house isI mumbled "yes" then went back to my bedI'm told to wave if he drives past the front doorI doubt it'll happen but come on, safety firstThe rest of the crew are hiding out in the backyardI'm doing pushups on the front lawn For. My. Sins.
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Tuesday, 22 February 2022 19:11 (two years ago) link
I spent some time with a girl onceDidn't really know her, a friend of a friendRepeatedly asked me to repeat what I yammeredShe could never parse the last part
Turns out it was a misunderstanding(in multiple senses of the word)All my sentences ended in -ken...what's that aboutken?
She took it as a final syllableRather than the nervous tic it was", ken?" as punctuation at the end of the sentenceBecause I'm scared by the shape of the room
I never do that sat at home with my loverOr when I'm at my mother/uncle's houseBut if you meet me in a pub, or some sketchy hangoutPlease appropriately adjust your comprehension
So these days I'm trying to do betterThink all my words out before I speakPregnant pauses, do they make me seem deeper?Or do they make me seem slow?
Used to go to Kenfest (this predates Succession)That's fine, it's not the end of the word/worldJust don't ask me for my Destroyer rankingBecause that will always end with Ken
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Sunday, 27 February 2022 22:05 (two years ago) link
(there was a part about bonfires in there but I took it out which I'm rueful cus I like bonfires)
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Sunday, 27 February 2022 22:08 (two years ago) link
Also the death of Nicky Tesco somehow made me write like 8 paragraphs about my brother and his favourite song and our our teenage band and his sociopath partner who doesn't let him talk to me and how I have no way to contact him now and I've tried for hours now to turn it into verse but it ain't realistically happening and I shall spare youse the efforts but can I just say I'm drunk as fuck and I miss my little brother and pogoing in our shared bedroom til the record skipped and if you see him tell him I've still got that Sound Of The Suburbs 7", then make that "call me" hand gesture then go back to your crowd
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Monday, 28 February 2022 06:06 (two years ago) link
I admit, I was happyto feel the sharp painin my back come backto feel freshly incapacitated and unable to attend the class
The only required supply was Gessobut I didn’t want to goso I stayed home
I wrote an email to the instructorexplaining how I had been movingmusic equipment from one floor to anotherpushing heavy carts to and from the freight elevatorin an old building in the Lemp District
Then I spent that night paintingover a previous paintingrehabilitating itbringing it back from the brinkdocumenting Lazarus with a photobefore putting him back in his cave
I woke up covered in sweatShe wrote back in all capsDo Not Draw on the Canvas With Pencilthis class costs $200 and I missed $40 of itI am level 34 in Elden Ring
― the world's undisputed #1 fan of 'Spud Infinity' (Karl Malone), Wednesday, 2 March 2022 08:16 (two years ago) link
I don’t want to find a new homeI don’t want to listen to the Gymnopédies againI don’t want the door to closeI don’t want to sit on the stairs, listening
My dog wet my bedI love her all the more for it
I no longer want to be outstandingI only want to be happyand when I fall out of itas one mustto be able to come backlike a home, a happy homethat stayswhich is on an old map
I want to nail the Chopin on my deathbedin front of a captive audiencegathered to hear some final jokesbut I play a Nocturne insteadperfectly, the trill hits the optimummy uncle says “I didn’t know he could play”and I look back and say “and you didn’t know him”and die, just like thatand my uncle gives everything to charityevery last cent
― the world's undisputed #1 fan of 'Spud Infinity' (Karl Malone), Wednesday, 2 March 2022 08:24 (two years ago) link
revised
I don’t want to be outstandingI just want to be happyand when I exitas one mustto be able to come back to the happinesslike a home, an old homewhich stays in one placein a telephone bookon an old map
I want to nail the Chopin on my deathbedin front of a captive audiencegathered to hear some final jokesbut I play a Nocturne insteadI want to nail the trills, especiallymy uncle says “I didn’t know he could play”and I look back and say “and you didn’t know him”and die, just like thatand my uncle gives everything to charityevery last centand then maybe he dies too
― the world's undisputed #1 fan of 'Spud Infinity' (Karl Malone), Wednesday, 2 March 2022 08:36 (two years ago) link
still ironing the kinks out of this one
-How long can this last,our pointless nightlong slog throughthis soupy morass?
The soles of our shoesare thickly coated with mudand for what, a ruse?
Picking at this crudwith sticks that keep snapping off.This path is a dud. Now I have a coughon top of holes in my glovesI drink from the trough
Glasses all fogged up.What if we went home, sweet home?But who can we trust?
My mouth starts to foamat the thought of how to leave.Can I be alone?
I think I believethere is comfort in structure.I need some routine.
But I don’t know much.Merely waking up some dayscan take some gumption.
If a voice would sayRight Now, ImmediatelyFull Retreat, Post Haste
Could I hide my glee?Should I be stifling my joywhile full on sprinting?
When I was a boyI would laugh until it hurt.Patched up corduroy.
An iron-on shirtwith characters from Star Wars.Nails covered in dirt.
Now my throat is hoarseFrom yapping about what ought to be, in due course
Our expected lot,Rather than boggy waterand depressing thoughts.
New cannon fodderhanging on to ropes danglingfrom helicopters.
Put a fork in meHow long would I sing a songwhich has no ending?
I guessed for too longat questions with no answersbut I was not wrong.
― the world's undisputed #1 fan of 'Spud Infinity' (Karl Malone), Thursday, 3 March 2022 21:03 (two years ago) link
missiles fall on distant kievthis counts as merely minor peevewe knows what sides our breads is butteredlet no apologies be utteredwhen all is said and all is donea terrys lots a happy onetoe rag to riches, doughty yeomanto cuntish twentieth century roman
― Ár an broc a mhic (darraghmac), Thursday, 3 March 2022 16:47 (five hours ago) bookmarkflaglink
― Ár an broc a mhic (darraghmac), Thursday, 3 March 2022 22:17 (two years ago) link
what's sad is that this all started in an effort to be more concise. i get bored at some of my long poems while reading them, sometimes, so i'm sure it's much worse for everyone else. so someone suggested haiku but of course i needed more than 3 lines. still, 51 lines is shorter by my standards, and the average length of each line is only 5.667 syllables so it's faster than normal
here is the revised version, which is now called About Quitting
How long can this last,our pointless nightlong slog throughthis soupy morass?
Picking at this crudwith sticks that keep snapping off.This path is a dud.
Now I have a coughon top of holes in the glovesI found in the trough
If a voice would sayRight Now, Immediately Full Retreat, Post Haste
Our expected lot,Rather than the swamp waterand negative thoughts.
I guessed for too longat questions with no answersbut was I all wrong?
-i think it sounds nice read aloud, because of the interweaving rhyme scheme and the concise, consistent number of syllables from the haiku setup. i recognize that without constraints, i just go on and on and on, here and in what i work on, whether i'm painting and accumulating or recording a million tracks or talking endlessly. it's good for me, at least occasionally, to get a STOP signal, or at least a small box to put things in
― the world's undisputed #1 fan of 'Spud Infinity' (Karl Malone), Friday, 4 March 2022 00:33 (two years ago) link
here is a spoken version
― the world's undisputed #1 fan of 'Spud Infinity' (Karl Malone), Friday, 4 March 2022 00:56 (two years ago) link
I am in favourJust now, let's say my "auntie"lives in my Maw's houseTends to leave me notesI come in from pub some nightsFind stuff on table"your cat has puked up"Mostly shit like that or suchI'm not too impressedShe wrote in haiku, but I bosed up to herTold her to work on her metershe scoffed at me, said just wait on ma merbut I knew I could beat herShe lorded over me like every nightI said "try working in sonnets""aye, nae chance!", but it sparked a lightAnd I took something from itAuntie Dorothy, aiutandemema cosé pensa Voi?Andare a bagno, scrivo per teChe cosa trovate poi?Underrate me? Fuck you DotSonnets in Italian? Fuck Yeah, the lot
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Friday, 4 March 2022 06:20 (two years ago) link
(pretty rough Italian, but genuinely wrote while she was in toilet and maybe pretend it's Tarantino which it's not but I'm banking on no one knowing one way or the other)
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Friday, 4 March 2022 06:26 (two years ago) link
Nothing but apologies for previous. Still drunk but eh
Every time the song playsI grip my knuckles whiteNot a big deal, I recall the breathing exercisesso we exit the situation okay
But then maybe My Mother entrances(when my knuckles still white)"who's this boy?", I turn red-eyedmake some semblence of a shrug
"oh the guy jumped off the bridge?"Just focus on the screen"oh yeah, I heard some blather nonsense..."CONCENTRATE ON THE SCREEN!
Recall them exercises? Now's a good time to practise(we're not stabbing no eyes today)That big news you wanted to share? CoughMaybe save it til next week
My mother smirks, I make coffeeLiverpool don't play til dmorrae..
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Saturday, 5 March 2022 01:43 (two years ago) link
god, My Mother
― the world's undisputed #1 fan of 'Spud Infinity' (Karl Malone), Saturday, 5 March 2022 02:08 (two years ago) link
How long does it take for someone to crack?How soon before they're in the nutty shack?How long for someone to lose their marbles?For their cards to fall on the table?
How much pressure can you take?How many straws before you break?How much stress can you handle?Before you're blown out like a candle?
― Being cheap is expensive (snoball), Sunday, 6 March 2022 22:57 (two years ago) link
It’s that time of yearfor the first timesince it happened
I’ll remember what I can on his birthday, later this monthHe would have been sixty-sevenFour days later I’ll remember his deathUndefeated Always on the wayThe arrival seen coming but sudden all the sameThe before and the afterWhat gets shaken out of all of us
When death comes knocking you don’t hear itNo need to worry, someone will answer the dooror else it well let itself in
By the time you smell death it’s already down the throatThe first scent is a signpost at the end which reads
All Roads Meet HereFinal MergeTurn Off CarRemove Keys From IgnitionWait
I would like to be askedto go outsideto flat out liedown on the sidewalkto see and be seen by the others up and down the streetwho were asked to do the same as meto step out of our housing unitssilentlythe neighborhood strangerswho lost everythingthe one in thirty-three who have a close relative who dieda lot of us did not say goodbyeI would lay my forehead on the cementuntil I am sereneand wait for others to join me
There is no national day of remembrancebecause it’s still happeningbecause a lot of people are invested in it being overblownbecause we had to get used to it
One can imagine opening the door to the inevitablewith a line long memorizedcalmly methodicallooking it straight in the eye and sayingWhy you’re right on time
Or, slamming and bolting the doorthat should be enough, rightthough maybe stacking a couch against it can only helpAny time at all which can be bought is worth itonly a second more is to die for
Or, ripping off the bandagesmarching straight through hell without a guideshaking the foundationunholy primal screamingwe’re all innocentor none of us areit doesn’t make a difference
The weapons of mass nonsense are proliferatingStrangers explain comorbidities to meexplain vaccines are destroying my fertilityexplain alternative treatmentsexplain the government did not want me to see the data explain comorbidities reacting with the vaccinesand the only possible treatments were part of an elitist schemeinvolving the world bank and UN and CDC and Bill Gatesand the Great Reset and Planet Xthe entire Biopharmaceutical industryI can’t sleep, I can’t sleepit’s all been written, don’t you see, we see itthat they actually want this to keep this so-called pandemic going
My blood runs coldIt would be better to go numb insteadMuch easier to nod and play along to their songYes, ivermectin, very interestingthis and that study, incredible
(Keeping the rebuttals unstatedmaybe even not thought of at allideally)
I spent some time with The Atlantic article“Why America Became Numb to COVID Deaths”and it made me think about why I became numb to Americans
There are endless forms of escapismI do it tooWe all have to do it
Still, If you can’t say anything nicewell, you’re fucked, I guessRight? In this instanceYou’re supposed to grin and bear itpretend like they make sense
You’re supposed to say it is what it is butI refuse to accept that it is what it isbecause everything changes and that’s as it should bethings that are about to be, approachingthat’s what is happening, along with what already is
― the world's undisputed #1 fan of 'Spud Infinity' (Karl Malone), Wednesday, 9 March 2022 04:08 (two years ago) link
The bathroom within a bathroom is easy to findYou walk into the outer bathroom, then say“I have to go to the bathroom.”Then you’ll know the way
― the world's undisputed #1 fan of 'Spud Infinity' (Karl Malone), Thursday, 10 March 2022 05:41 (two years ago) link
Man rules the day with his calls and computer, Deliberate, restless, engorged with the fluid of importance,He stands astride his home office as a Colossus.
His only match, the night’s master, The swift and furry specter that undoes his hard workSwiping at air pods, glasses, the spoils of civilization itself.
When the sun rises, man must rebuild The broken city leveled by his rival. O the Sisyphean joys of owning a cat!
― treeship., Saturday, 12 March 2022 01:59 (two years ago) link
I was gunna write something HATEFULCus I woke up thinking of that boy againBut everytime I wash my bodyI forget everything
Or just cook something, that works tooHoi, maybe pop some corn!Aye hush, I'm banned from using hot oilBut frankly the grownups can fuck each other
My shoulders hurt from hunchingMy knuckles hurt from clenchingMy feet have lost all feeling from the stupid way I'm crouchingMy back hurts from I donno idolatry I guess
Last week I thunk you up a masterpieceI had it down to punctuation in my head förfanThen I took a showerAnd it all whirled down the drain
"I'd rather write a symphony"You used to play that song constalikeI hated it then, cus offentill I need to sleepBut I hate it still, from memory
Just because
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Saturday, 12 March 2022 17:52 (two years ago) link
that's my favorite of yours that i've read, JHM
and i love treesh entering the fold!
― the world's undisputed #1 fan of 'Spud Infinity' (Karl Malone), Saturday, 12 March 2022 18:02 (two years ago) link
You gave me dispensation to invent words! I membered midways.
Sometimes this crowd sounds like a choir of angelsSometimes everything tumbles on the the floor and bursts openSometimes I just need to blow my noseMy chest hurts
I also love treeship, jennalike
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Saturday, 12 March 2022 18:21 (two years ago) link
Let's play DEVOLUTION Baby!I found a comfy rut right hereOh I'm sorry, the birds are dying?B-b-but there's a defibrillator
2.6 miles from pub, 0.1 from my sofa(but yeah, that's all uphill)Think about it, it's perfectly placedImma outlive erry one of youse fools
Sometimes this crowd sounds like a choir of angelsSometimes everything tumbles on the the floor and bursts openSometimes I just need to cough up some bloodSometimes I just need a duvet to hug
My knees hurt from kneelingMy teeth hurt from sugar, and clenchingBecause of YOU(yeah, THEM, but also YOU)
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Saturday, 12 March 2022 18:43 (two years ago) link
Cut my hair for youGoing broke buying solid color shirtsA mason jar for pencil shavings
― calstars, Saturday, 12 March 2022 20:17 (two years ago) link
my last one was way the fuck too long, here is a one minute version that's slightly edited
I would like to be askedto go outsideto flat out liedown on the sidewalkto see and be seen by the others up and down the streetthe neighborhood strangerswho were asked to do the same as meto step out of our housing unitssilentlythe neighborhood strangersthe one in thirty-three who lost everythingmany of us did not get to say goodbyebut I did, I had my ten minutes, aloneI would lay my forehead on the cementuntil I am sereneand wait for others to join methat is how I want the rememberjust me and the othersall of us together
― the world's undisputed #1 fan of 'Spud Infinity' (Karl Malone), Sunday, 13 March 2022 01:00 (two years ago) link
Jennalike Baby, calm yer fucken heelsYou've maybe smoked yersel to death"Young George, Son Of George", wind yer neck inKovaKovaKovacic, take a deep breath
I'll smirk, fingerguns, I know the teenagers rate meWhile the fireworks whizz past my headThrow your fingers up, quote that line from what film?I will elegise you when you're dead
Siccemmup Curtboy, I know yer fucken holdingWe been this road too many times beforeYou got your spot, the rest of the room is mineThe other business we'll just whistignore
Boom did ye feel that? the whole room rumbledI'll ride this rug like A Lad In HellIf I give you this French chalk just promise meYou'll draw a line around where I fell
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Sunday, 13 March 2022 19:18 (two years ago) link
poems are hard to justifybut easier to understand than the stock market
if i had the discipline to write a petrarchan sonnet i would
― treeship., Monday, 14 March 2022 00:14 (two years ago) link
There Is Not Here
Here is another letterLetter to the editor
Editor of the opinion pagespages her boss to discuss the documentdocument the date it was receivedReceived too late to answer
Answer he couldn’t acceptAccept nothing but regretsRegrets we all share, exceptExcept perhaps the one there in the back
Back in the time of beepersbeepers could arrange a talk with powerful menMen whose family owned the town newspaperNewspaper revenue would be decliningDeclining steadily ever since, for yearsYears and years when the advertisers leftleft for the internetinternet perpetually under construction
Construction without interruptioninterruption via a botched interventionintervention rejected and buriedburied twelve feet deepdeep in the woods off the mind’s highway
Highway lines twisting and vanishingVanishing off of the pavementPavement lines becoming disorientingdisorienting and dissipatingDissipating until the heart is still Still, we keep going untilUntil we know that we’re thereThere is not here
― the world's undisputed #1 fan of 'Spud Infinity' (Karl Malone), Monday, 14 March 2022 21:03 (two years ago) link
Don't bosie up to me, ye fucken childThere's one key difference tween the two of usYou've drunk "14 beers!", hmmm is that number just random?I don't drink, I'm just waiting on the bus
Yeah I know fine well we're both "medded up"Is your cat also waiting outside?I lied to the doctor, I lied to you just nowMy cat isn't outside, my cat died
You want to hang with the grownups?Well, I've got some advice for you Is that Diazepam? Just hoard itAt least for a day or two
Yeah cos we can't afford to drink every dayAnd the scrip isn't all that strongDrink all weekend, then double meds from mondayIf the voddy even lasts that long
Oh, your best mate's got Ritalin?Well that's of no interest to meGet up to the high school, sell it to childrenCome back here, fan the bills out, then we'll see...
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Friday, 18 March 2022 18:35 (two years ago) link
Not happy, my constant deletions to deliberately remove context harmed this one, I wanted to make clear the creeping nazification of the youth (like when they've drunk exactly 14 beers, or bet 88 on the duck race on gala day), and also the lying to the doctor is that you aren't currently drinking, in order to acquire benzos. I don't feel either of those things come across in this version, I'll rewrite it (spoiler: I won't). Also I just realised my stream of conciousness switched from me as an elder being harassed by youth to me as a youth being intimidated by elders and that doesn't work at all. SHUT IT DOWN
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Friday, 18 March 2022 18:44 (two years ago) link
Find the cord in the toiletFind the correct glass when you stumble back to the roomFollow my finger slowly with your eyesFollow the street back to your mammy's houseIt's a pretty baller move if you ask mePass out on the kerb, roll down the streetYou've played crazy golf, it works exactly the same, work the anglesYou'll wake up in the gutter pretty close to where you want to be
Crazy Golf? Don't get me started on that8 under par, let's call it a PhoenixFound 10 kroner on the walk over the dunesAlready dropped it by the ice cream shackAt 8 years old that felt like a mass executionThe hateful look from your father made you sink into the sandThe look from the other kids somehow felt even worseI'm sorry, no ice cream today
So let's never play golf againAlso you're dreaming if you think I'm getting back in those little carsFirst time it died on me, everyone laughedSecond time my brother... well let's not talk of thatBut I always loved being inside the big manI had the skill for it, slipped between levelsNo one ever found me until I turned up for the barbecueWalked away from that, found a quiet place, and just prayed
Yeah seriously, I used to prayTil my knuckles and knees felt the same numbness as each otherMy whole body achieved a sense of unityThen I'd walk back to the fire
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Friday, 18 March 2022 20:52 (two years ago) link
Lookee Lady, you know I love youBut consider for a mintytooIf this was 500 years agoYou'd be BURNT AS A WITCH!
Yeah calm down, these are your best qualitiesYou're outspoken, as is your bahgiven rightI'm just saying, in ye olden timesYou'd be BURNT AS A WITCH!
Fucksake, stop hitting my headMy heart will bust if you keep up with that gazeJust imagine 1542 if I didn't speak up for youYeah you died in a fire
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Saturday, 19 March 2022 08:51 (two years ago) link
Track and Field, Baby! Make me FEEL!Living is easy when your window points East"The Secret Life Of Plants" on repeat til the sun melts the vinylWe can play any boardgame with an exclamation in the title
Today's drug is Promethazine, No Thank You LadyThat shit will just slow me downI'll stick with lager, and a punch to the chestFrom (genuinely) my oldest friend
Portraits of LOSERS, portraits of my enemiesA dart through that postcard of ChurchillA blade for the neighbours, the scribes and the PhariseesA jog round the Den, then go home and pass out
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Sunday, 27 March 2022 13:37 (two years ago) link
You’re not hereYou’re not in your urnYou’re not up thereor down there, either
You know what I mean by that
You’re gone
― Karl Malone, Sunday, 27 March 2022 16:06 (two years ago) link