Palimpsest I

Palimpsest, is a refined if not short-lived little noun with origins in Greece.

The definition of this splendiferous word is

'A Parchment or the like from which writing has been partially
or completely erased to make room for another text.'

Every writers got a bevy of these lying around the bat-cave,

or laboratory or wherever the hell it is they attend to the gentle madness that we all coax.

There's a certain romantic aspect to the construction of a palimpsest,

considering that its creation is often by accident or due to the fact that you've run out of paper or money to by paper and turn to beautifully desperate measures.

Late last night,
I began experimenting with generating short passages, erasing portions, adding new content and then layering the leftover material with aimlessly compiled visuals in order to computer generate a sort of deliberate palimpsest.

Here is the the byproduct of that JPEG-puzzling and sentence-fiddling.

I'm not sure really what the context of this all is,

or if by the standards and formalities of classification should or could even be labeled art

in the true sense of the word?

But whatever its purpose be...

I trust that you will
Observe. Digest. Move on and maybe if time permits, bust a funky move.

A few more thoughts...

Though I realize I have not obtained written permission

to splice these possibly licensed images in the fashion that I have,

thus creating 'derivative works,'

I must insist that all artwork is essentially derivative in nature,
and I am in no shape or form profitting from said works.

I take no credit for the creation of the featured artwork.

In fact, when you think about it I'm essentially doing free P.R. work
and taking strange but calculated efforts to expose the material...

I'm pretty sure I've convinced myself...

What about you?

Sweet Sweet Constantine Thorns...

BUY THE TICKET,

TAKE THE RIDE.

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Or

Download the full text for free at

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More polysyllabic words arranged in an intriguing order (we hope)

Bring your squishy, spongy frontal lobes, we're making an omelet and you're all on the guest list!

Double the fluorescent lighting fixtures!

With even more slow-dancing, dumb chaff, runny noses and cheeky banter than the original!

Fillings chewing tin foil! Strawberry Kiwi Malt Liqour! Bursts of road flares!

Hallelujah!

Piggies

Afghanistan has quarantined its 1 pig in the Kabul Zoo,
while Egypt has resorted to snuffing all of it's 300,000 pigs...

Sounds a bit excessive considering Egypt hasn't even had a confirmed case,
but whatever.

I would love nothing more than to be a
complacent affiliate of the panic and the fear-mongering
and remind the petrified bourgeois
that the
1918 flu pandemic killed 50-100 million and also belonged to the subtype A (H1N1.)

However, I can't jettison these thoughts or numbers from the
squirmy pathways of my
reptilian brain.

The Current strain of H1N1 (aka-swine flu) has killed 61 earthlings (3 Americans) so far,

while the seasonal influenza kills 200,000 - 500,000 people worldwide annually.

It leaves 36,000 Americans stone dead each year.

K? K.

Don't Drink the Kool-Aid

A teak Hans Wegner continental breakfast table of rejection slips, convivial jabs at coercion and a few sloppy bribes later and the artsy-fartsy (ew...I hate that adjective) literary magazine Chronogram finally broke down and promulgated some of my brain droppings.


The events leading up to its publication are to me both gratifying and joshing simultaneously.


The story goes like this,

I got sick of the savant editorial staffs cast-outs after repeated attempts
of sending them material I found to be absorbing, thought-provoking, cheeky,
and with a strange high-entertainment sensibility
and sent them a singular sentence as a joke.


To my stupefaction and absurd amusment they published it.
Thanks guys!

I guess I am out of touch after all ~hehe~

I was so excited I went out and bought a zippo!
I don't smoke, don't intend to start so I suppose you could tag it as a 'senseless purchase'
but I must say I'm just as pleased with my shiny, smelly new lighter as I am with the magazine.

I can create fire goddammit!
Me and my peeps Prometheus.

In other news,
I'm writing a new piece on the "bystander effect," which is calmly transfiguring itself into a subtle non-canon reimagining of the Jonestown Massacre.

I'll throw it up in code, once its out of the delivery room.

Here's the link to Chronogram's website if you're interested in reading my mighty sentence!
(I guess its considered a vignette? Who knows anymore?)

http://www.chronogram.com/
(scroll down to "The Cool Side of the Pillow")

All joking aside though Chronogram's a wonderously highbrowed little digest of art, politics, verse and other goodies. Their While You Were Sleeping segment is always interesting and informative and they've published a swarm of talented, adroit and insightful bards and artists over the years, plus they post most of the content online!