i swear, i do swear, a lot, the only consolation is that nature, at least what we can't kill off, will survive us. 

 what's going on with the homo insapiens? dog! it makes me wanna cry! 

 this is colonialism. this is the death of nature. this indicates where we are headed. this monumental dam. this disregard will be the death of us.

Watch out now, take care

Beware of greedy leaders
They take you where you should not go
While weeping Atlas Cedars
They just want to grow
Beware of darkness

Leon Russell

 nothing makes much sense when you're blowing up the world.

 i'm a monkey for you baby, i hope you are a monkey for me too.

hasta luego, baby. 

 love bite for benny. benny wouldn't get in the car with friedl so they got a trainer, then yesterday the trainer came again. he got in for the trainer, not for friedl. then they used the shock collar and he got right in. i think he didn't want to ride with friedl, now he's shocked into it. there's a lot of shock in the culture. i think about the little kids forced into dangerous work, alone in this alien place.

 hey, chuck! nice haircut! new haircut for chuck.

 monkey takes me to the cleaners. for treats. then monkey stops at the wine shop, but they're closed. you get treats here too, monkey? maybe wine and cheese tastings? i remember mister waiting at the closed dentist office for treats. they can't believe the place would be closed when they come for treats. the nerve, it's absurd. 

why would i chafe at monkey walks? r. says because you are a chafer. i'm dug chafer. but why would i chafe at monkey walks. no reason, i do not chafe at monkey walks. i'm a chafer but i don't always chafe.

 

 i am just a monkey man.

 i think about this bird head. i go back to find it among the leaves at the bottom of the bell tower. when i was younger i was fascinated by owl pellets i found in the woods. they reminded me of something, a feeling i couldn't say, the expression left behind of the creature that lived. left for me to find. they seemed to be signs that i was looking distinctly, affirmations for looking well. 

 it could be worse.

 lulu had an audience of kids up on the overpass cheering and going roof-roof.

 gallery of shitting dogs, the obamachron.

 a stolen park is not home.

I am America. Unconstrained by habit and convention. Unencumbered by what is, ready to seize what ought to be mine. For everywhere in this country, there are first steps to be taken, there is new ground to occupy, there are more bridges to be burned. America is not the project of any one oligarch. The single most powerful word in our democracy is the word ‘I.’ ‘I The Man.’ ‘I Shall Overcome.’ ‘Yes I Can.’ That word is owned by no one. It belongs to everyone. Oh, what a glorious task we are given to continually try to expand this great renegade nation of ours.

 thas alright, dog'll always find a place to go.

 welcome to my nightmare. the obamachron.

 as the habitat shrinks, the endangered ones disappear, and the collective trauma grows.

 hope to action, or, the aesthetics of catastrophe.

 our kestrel's back. i'll get a fresh picture soon. i can't get to the fire escape while the workers are rebuilding the kitchen. i hope they are not disturbed by the ruckus and will find peace enough to nest with us again.

a cat is never just a cat. an owl is never just an owl. after a tawny owl visits her house miriam darlington writes in the book the wise hours "my mind tumbled down the generations, struck by magical thinking. thousand-year-old ancestors would have made this moment an omen. but thiswas just an owl, not a sign, and i was just lucky. but still..." the term magical thinking is a sad indicator, to confuse magic and its meaning with delusional thought. we're captured in a contorted technological and neoliberal paradigm. but still...magic exists. an owl is never just an owl, a cat is never just a cat.

 all praise to the rectangular juju.

the sacred now by the wonderful iris dement

A dream come true
From way back when
We remember
Then forget again
Just for awhile
Then recall somehow
We’re all here in the sacred now
Oooo…the sacred now

Time speeds by, then slows down
All is lost, hope is found
In the night, hear the wise old owl
It’s not a dream, It’s the sacred now
Oooo…the sacred now

Those who stand to gain
Draw dividing lines
You’re over there with yours
I’m over here with mine
We can’t speak and yet somehow
We all share the sacred now
Oooo…the sacred now

All for one, one for all
The earth is breathing
While dreamers fall
See these walls
Let’s bring ‘em on down
No need to wait in the sacred now
Oooo…the sacred now

Here we are holding on somehow
It’s not a dream, it’s the sacred now
Oooo…the sacred now

 whatever happened to the era?

haunted patina of tragic culture. 

 

 my head in a cracked mirror portal under the bell tower at rockyfeller chapel.

 it's poppy! i love that kid! aw, he reminds me of fen. he drops his stick to smile for the camera. he nipped at charlie's heals but she just laid herself calmly down. what a spunky little boy!