uninteresting things in uninteresting places

"In this story stalks the horror lurking in much Southern humor: the intensity of hatred within families, friendships, and communities; the defaced white Negro as externalized mask of blacker white passions; and existential nihilism no less powerful for being encased not in portentous Kafkaesque allegory but cheerfully Americanized into grisly practical joke"
David Grimsted, American Mobbing 1828-1861: Toward Civil War

are nonexistent things, everything is interesting and everywhere is interesting and Donaldjudd said "a work of art need only be interesting" and everything is a work of art and jumping jacks in frozen park plazas.
and I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness and running in their running shoes on frozen white streets in the dead of winter and everything I said fell frozen on deaf, dead ears blocked by ipodbuds blasting something about lollipops and hannahmontana and future copulation love sounds.
You are a microwave in the face of a thousand frozen bagelbites and no one can stand to see it. Cubed pepperoni bits on cubed processedcheeseproduct on top of hydrogenated tomato paste oils on top of non-bread bread preserves.
So i stopped talking and saying and those running shoes kept running. But all my movements are staccato and nothing fluid pulses through these legs. I will not join your running pack. I will breathe hot on those frozen streets, melt the ice and lay on the pavement, sun shines through. I'm with you in Rockland, just not moving.
Some notes and comments about this book: This is Truth. This is Life. Everything here is real. Everything inside this jacket tells you how to breathe and move and not die. Jesus is the Story, you are his subject. This is the Word of God. Note your context and note the name of the writer.

I'm not working. I'm not thinking. I'm not drawing. I'm barely writing. I'm barely moving. I'm barely breathing. I'm moving constantly. I'm missing the mark and you and everything else. Hyperbole.


"where we wake up electrified out of the coma
by our own souls' airplanes roaring over the
roof they've come to drop angelic bombs the
hospital illuminates itself imaginary walls col-
lapse O skinny legions run outside O starry
spangled shock of mercy the eternal war is
here O victory forget your underwear we're
free "
Allen Ginsburg
Howl for Carl Solomon