Tag Archives: Experimental



tablets click into sickly amber plastic like the urine they render so urgent in reverse. click (drop), click (drop), streams of static swishing sound heard on the off-air channels of anything analog.

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Author Strip Searches: Google Keyword Mashup Haiku

We also get more searches about dating a stripper than we can fathom due to an ancient article by Greg Bruns…I thought, why not make haiku combining these searches?

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Interview: Alex Shakar, Author of Luminarium

Alex Shakar

Luminarium is a book brimming with ideas…To get Alex talking about it, I tried using an unorthodox interview structure.

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Lovely Theater

Blue Eye

nothing linear for the learned, no betters, none worse, no caste, but processing, there’s only 10 kinds of people in the world, the on-off switch fires or doesn’t fire for them, the on-off switch doesn’t exist…

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I believe in the things that you believe in, he said. You and I are one, he said. That makes sense to me, I said, where do you sign me up, so he took me to the voting booth and held my hand while I pressed the button.

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(Emptiness / “Zen, Buddhism” / and wrds)

A sentence is. Is. the packaging of knowledge. Zen is. Is. the attainment of nothing. Nothing. more than “Did I say that?”” What I add is. Is. what I subtract.

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