Bowerbird #17: Eastern Tremblor Choir Dead

We rarely read more than the first few lines, if at all. We have room to continue down an unproductive route, try something implausible, or otherwise fuck it up. And now what we’re being left with is the harder part; the regions where it’s harder for us to see and harder to pick out the signal from the background. Perhaps there’s some leftover stress in the crust. The technical term for this, of course, is getting stoned. To solve this problem America gave the workers television, sewer systems, electricity and the ability to get loans and credit cards to pretend they were wealthier than they are. Both chimpanzee behavior and australopithecine anatomy inform the model. And if you are a man who is, while reading this, rolling your eyes or feeling a surge of combative adrenaline, I rest my case. Since we’re describing reality, things have to fit together! It is not a question of finding new moldings and frames for windows and doors, of replacing columns, pilasters and corbels with caryatids, flies and frogs. This seemingly conflicts with our intuitive idea that we exist at a moment, and move through time. Saying poetry doesn’t sell only says poetry doesn’t sell.