cryptical envelopment
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The Spirit of the Mask
Something I wrote 17 years ago for sadly departed friend Victoria Slind-Flor, formerly of New Orleans, for the guests of a Carnival Ball in miniature she was hosting in Oakland, CA, To the Honored Members and Guests of the Krewe of Baubo and Ame no Uzume: When one is called to Carnival, the first question Continue reading
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This is me, is us
The Challenger shuttle, the first Gulf War, 9/11, the second Gulf War, COVID, Trump. These were universal or near universal cataclysms that shaped generations. This quote is me, is us, in the middle 1960s, facing the lurking horrors we were schooled to, watching fire fights on the news in black and white while somewhere in Continue reading
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Make the Sign of the T(esla)
As a former habitué of medically prescribed benzos and victim of annihilating atypical antipsychotics to better cope with our modern world seeing all of the ads for euphoric tonics in my feed, I recall: “The service had begun. The dedicated soma tablets were placed in the centre of the table. The loving cup of strawberry Continue reading
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Hello, we’re glad you made it. Welcome to the Future.
Their massive machines of silicone and microfine copper wire will remember it for you wholesale: every work of human art and philosophy and every comments section and Letter to Playboy in a matrix trained to speak like a parrot. Polly wanna Bitcoin? Polly wanna synthporn? Polly wanna shitstorm? Now that you’re broken to the wire Continue reading
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Free Will and Wyrd
This is going to get deep. Reading about modern philosophy and neurobiology considering consciousness, it seems to be moving toward a consensus that meaning is something our brain imposes on a superficially mechanistic universe. If this is true, the the various ruling deities and their code of ethics spring from our forehead fully formed like Continue reading
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Motor Head
As a second Guinness spreads its dark blanketover a rough idling motor mind sucking fumesyou begin to understand heroin’s attractionfor artists with a similar redline turbine mindwhen Maxwell’s demon stokes the furnace boxto a dangerous boiling, release valve screaming. Continue reading
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To defeat LLM AI Surveillance
We must underfuck the turnbuckles of authority and have lunch tomorrow at the usual placeholder pancake makeup sex or dinner at six and sevens and nines at the tortilla invasion replacement place the package and detonate dandelions if a fluff cloud of margaritas sound gang bang whang dang doodle 13 where chips are Free Mumia. Continue reading
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Holiday in Cyclothemia
Informally known as “BiPolar III” it is that disorder’s slightly less demented cousin and counts as “in remission.” April 31is International Surrealist Poetry Day!Celebrate with your favorite elephantsycophant. Read them a bowl a alphabet soup omitting the vowels. Watch them writhe with excitement in South Pacific musicalmescaline color! (Gonna wash that manright out of our Continue reading
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Down to the Bottom of Things with Horselover Fat
THE MACHINERY OF divorce chewed Fat up into a single man, freeing him to go forth and abolish himself. He could hardly wait.— PKD, VALIS Rereading VALIS by Phillip K. Dick I find I identify entirely too much with Horselover Fat. The trippy, cheap Mexican Seventies. The attempts at success (brief but it paid for Continue reading
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The Android Cried Me A River
I wrote this while rereading the Valis before I went to an art show opening of works dedicated to celebrate the anniversary of the 79th occasion of the birth of Philip K Dick The Android Cried Me a RiverOn the occasion of the 97thanniversary of the birth of Phillip K. DickTake heart, the AI chatbot Continue reading
About Me
Mark Folse is a provincial diarist and aspiring minor poet from New Orleans. His past blogging adventures included the Katina/Federal Flood blog wetbankguide on blogspot.com which David Simon told NY Magazine was one of three blogs that helped inform Treme, and Toulouse Street–Odd Bits of Life in New Orleans, which once outranked the Doobie Brothers on Google Search. His work has appeared in The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, The New Delta Review, Metazen, New Laurel Review, Ellipsis, What We Know: New Orleans as Home, Please Forward, The Maple Leaf Rag IV, and A Howling in the Wires (which he co-edited).
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