Every revolution
is a throw
of the dice.
Only violence
helps where
violence rules.
Who are
we anyway?
Eyes that
do not want
to close
at all times
when the green
of the earth
glistens anew.
Howie Good, 2016
Remixed Works:
Translated titles of films by Jean-Marie Straub
and Daniele Huillet
Water lilies that take root in newlyweds’ lungs!
A doorbell that scuttles around like a beetle!
I confess I find puppet cunnilingus disturbing.
This time out, Jesus, looking a little bloated, totes a shotgun.
A wide-eyed stranger accosts me with the question,
“Why does Madonna feed her baby Alpo brand dog food?”
It all begins and ends with men trapped in a submarine
furiously eating pancakes from the finest porcelain.
Howie Good, 2016
Remixed Works:
Weird Movies 2014
Weird Movies 2015
Ruin is a gift;
the road to transformation.
Make a map of it.
I have been a victim
of my own optimism.
Buried somewhere deep
behind the sternum
is a better person in search
of a word.
Shloka Shankar, 2016
Remixed work:
Eat, Pray, Love, by Elizabeth Gilbert
A great deal of my mail
comes from fans – fans of all ages.
The scholarly, the curious,
the disbelievers write and ask
how? why? when? what for?
did you fly? melt? scream? cackle?
appear? disappear? produce?
sky-write? deal with monkeys?
etc., etc., etc.
Howie Good, 2015
Remixed Works:
Margaret Hamilton, quoted at Hyperallergic
Happy Birthday to my big bad 10 year old nephew!
The social experiment that rocked the Middle-East!
In 3 days at the ballpark 49.07 miles walked and 7028 caleries burned.
This elephant was stuck in the mud, but these villagers worked tirelessly until he was free.
This invention fixes the worst part about owning a cat.
Puerto Rico is in the middle of a spiraling economic crisis.
Happy 2 months to our sweet pea
This guy turned a syringe into a food slicer.
Every WrestleMania ever…
FB Fans! Pulled pork sandwich and fries!
Training like a Ninja Warrior
Take a stand and fight against this inherently corrupt campaign finance system.
I wish I could be this honest…Lol.
These veterans are standing on Chicago’s most dangerous street corners to make sure kids get to and from school safely.
Happy birthday to a man that made a difference in the life of everyone he encountered
Independent Bookstore Day in the Gala
You wrote on David’s Timeline.
TBT to 2005 when we had no idea what we were in for with this sassy
#freeshipping cats take over the planet
Baby Caiyah is here..
Where truckers and strippers meet children and families.
Get your first look at ROGUE ONE
This is so helpful.
Looks like Trump isn’t coming after all.
How does more streaming sound?
How to price your work.
Why are professional chefs and home cooks going so CRAZY over this NEW 7″ cooking knife?
One of you just sent me these numbers for the Democratic primary at this point in time — which I’ve checked out and appear accurate.
How do tax havens like Panama work?
Ben Jenkins, 2016
Remixed work:
First lines from my Facebook Feed at 11:34 am, April 7, 2016
Let’s do this right.
I had everything I ever wanted,
but nothing I really needed.
This beautiful mess is best ended without notification.
I had everything I ever wanted.
Nothing is a masterpiece.
This beautiful mess is best ended without notification.
Enough! Enough! Enough!
Nothing is a masterpiece.
I guess what you mean.
Enough! Enough! Enough!
Empty signifiers.
I guess what you mean.
But nothing I really need.
Empty signifiers.
Let’s do this right.
Shloka Shankar, 2016
Remixed works:
Quotes from films: The Romantics, One Fine Day, Leap Year
Provisional Language, by Kenneth Goldsmith
Song of Myself, by Walt Whitman
winter the reaper
and the emperor’s thin
wings to replace words
withered language
the human tongue is blind
i set the clouds on fire
of autumn
George McKim, 2016
Remixed works:
Well of the Imperial Concubine Zhen, by Zou Jingzhi
The Wheat Reaper, by Zou Jingzhi
Die in a Sitting Position, by Zou Jingzhi
Words and Objects, by Mo Fei
Fixed in Place, by Mo Fei
This is not the Last, by Mo Fei
Betraying Fingers, by Mo Mo
Sold Out, by Mo Mo
Definition: Me, by Mo Mo
Gluttonous and Hungry, by Mo Mo
Mayfly’s Journal, by Liu Manliu
Autograph Book, by Liu Manliu
The Tuberculosis of the Epoch, by Liu Manliu
one bird at a time
comb the corpse’s hair
makes language holy?
a zero in your mouth where there once was a tongue
When you ate wine-soaked water lilies
with such dead eyes
with piss teeth
poison-hushed, huge,
the storm
wants the beasts back
the color of an ants wing: pale
my mouth is a scar
out of co-wandered language
like spears, resemble draped cane-shadows
and speak chrome to your muted eyes
Your wings open, your body shed it’s exoskeleton
of darkness –
Perhaps it’s true
then this
nothing
George McKim, 2016
Remixed works:
Did Don Juan Eat Like This?, by Emily Rudofsky
One Bird ata Time, by Luisa Muradyan
Cicatrix, by Rachel Fogarty-Oleson
[untitled], by Serena Chopra
Skin Horse, by Olivia Cronk
Paschal Smoke, by Paul Celan
Because you found the trouble shard, by Paul Celan
Stretto, by Paul Celan
At the cross
under the cool
your room
talking every
chance
falling
through morning’s
thoughts
glass
breaking
pale blinds
drift
into solitary
sand in my eyes
over my head
to save you
I’m a little bit
afraid of
secrets
but wait
for the real me.
Magdalena Ball, 2016
Remixed works:
Songs by David Bowie:
Breaking Glass, What in the World, Sound
and Vision, and Subterraneans
Having mislaid it, and then
found again in a changed mind,
stones are like deaths.
(The distant boom of quiet change.)
Only, we are inert spaces
brushed by the half-rhymes of activities
meshed in a world
quicksilvering into water –
threading the event with sight
till meaning rises like a tide through it.
Shloka Shankar, 2016
Remixed works:
Poems by Charles Tomlinson:
A Rose for Janet, Before the Concert, Hill Walk,
In Defence of Metaphysics, The Way of a World,
Against Travel, and All Afternoon