if i were a tv show, this would be my theme

And also

The other day I came across the following poem:

Sporting Goods

Brave as a postage stamp
he went his way
gently clapping his hands

to count his steps

his heart red like a wild boar

beat and beat

like a pink and green butterfly

From time to time

he planted a small satin flag

When he had marched for a long time

he sat down to rest

and fell asleep

But from that day on there've been many clouds in the sky

many birds in the trees

much salt in the sea

And also many other things

Phillipe Soupault

I'd read it before, and liked it. But this time I found it strangely disturbing. I thought about why I found it disturbing for a long time, and then I realised.

The poem is so good, what is the point of writing additional poems?

Global literary production could have ceased with this poem, and been satisfied with a job well done.

Admittedly, a lot of poets would now be out of their (non-paying) jobs.

What, then, could we spend our time doing?

Sudoku?

Sudoku.

And also many other things.

Salt, salt sea

S. Landau "DeadSee" by maneb40

Methuselah, King Clone, and the Trembling Giant

Methuselah is a bristlecone pine tree, 4842 years old, who lives in the White Mountains of California. He has the distinction of being the oldest known single organism in the world. Something of a hermit, his exact location is a secret, and photographs purporting to be of him may be just of some other pine tree.




King Clone, a creosote bush resident of the Mojave Desert, is not so camera shy. 11,700 years old, his Highness is a clonal colony: which, as far as I can figure out, means he looks like a lot of different plants above ground but is one big plant underground. It all comes down to roots, you see.




Pando the Quaking Aspen is another clonal colony living in Utah. Aka "The Trembling Giant," Pando can remember what the world was like 80,000 years ago. Question is, was there anything back then worth remembering?

But I jest.

O plants, plants: they dance on our graves. Even worse, they dance in our graves. They've seen it all before. They know the score.

Lost and Found

Cornelius 'Music' from Passion Pictures on Vimeo.

Larry Matthews

February 1961 - April 2011.

Composite chalking, sometime in early 2011, Mazagran Cafe. Left-half myself, right-half Larry.

There are no words.

Empire of Signs

Translation: "Danger! Watch for kids jumping out into road!"

Translation: "Everyone! Please stop breaking my bamboo. This is important bamboo. Stop it, okay?"

Translation: "Watch Out For Perverts!"

Translation: The dog wants to pour you a drink. No translation required.