Jul 22
Fuck Your Spaceship “AI won’t replace humans. But humans who use AI will replace those who don’t.” —Sam Altman, CEO of OpenAI “We do in all honesty hate this world.” —Marshall Applewhite, leader of the Heaven’s Gate cult Those who shun AI will be left behind the spaceship won’t take us when the comet comes. …
Jul 21
In Search of the Incorporeal Handjob, or My Night with the Huntsville Paranormal Investigators I don’t always have money. I know you see the pimp cane I carry and think, now here’s a man who lives a life dedicated to leisurely pursuits. Looks can certainly be deceiving. The big ass diamond on the end …
Jul 20
Rent Control in a War Zone And that’s what you get for always falling in love with the tectonics beneath my bum get rear ended she comes between us with her sex our shared Covid has me driving 12 different kinds of burrito rigs where the techies and Teslas always double park always put the …
Jul 19
Being Here Now This house purrs, pops, ticks hums and idles like a car but with oxygen. Hundreds of leds, lasers and color changing lights shine through crystals, onto walls and ceilings, sounds like a summer night in North Carolina fifty years ago when the night was alive with multitudes. Creating as we go, every …
Jul 18
[life in the void] steady on course from the beginning of time funny how logic works how we can rely on its parameters in the living world while the living world came from an unprecedented occurrence in the farthest reaches of an abyss we’ve yet to fully understand the real truth is we’ll always be …
Jul 17
So Here’s the Deal The same world The same species That can hack one another To pieces with machetes Can also move heaven and earth To find a child in a collapsed building The same world The same species That can mass-incinerate Millions of humans in ovens Can also send rovers to Mars Or drive …
Jul 16
{f}ragile Nests by Pella Felton from Roadside Press Pella Felton’s {f}ragile Nests is a poetry collection haunted by archives: the archives of memory, performance, gender, family, religion, friendship, loss, and the body itself. Throughout these poems, Felton returns repeatedly to a central question: what remains when the stories we inherit no longer contain us? The …
Jul 15
The Poems on the Train It came in a plain envelope. My first contributor’s copy. No message. Just the magazine, cheaply put together, one or two typos, but hey—it was my poetry in there, along with the work of three dozen others. I remember riding the green line, crushed between two heavyweights, but holding that …
Jul 14
Little Lighthouses and Such During the three-thousand-mile road trip to Michigan’s Upper Peninsula and back, I noticed a billboard just outside Crown Point, Indiana, heading south that summed up my vacation just about as succinctly as I’d ever be able to describe it with even the full might of my literary prowess. HELL IS REAL. …
Jul 13
I am an old man and I yell at the clouds Maybe generative AI is just the further democratization of art. Prometheus stealing fire and calling it new and calling it his own like a printing press that makes soulless crap, or a camera that gives access to those who couldn’t… give two shits before …
