I like to feel the soft of the earth the
supple fertile beneath me.
I choose the earth believe my feet.
The rest is up to you
, or forces
, at least
, beyond
me.
UFC.TV PRELIMS
On 290 and starting to LIVE POEM
into my phone.
Imagine life itself is an hourglass.
The top of it is what is the tangible reality or what I’ll call the exterior artifice:
trees streams highways driving roadsigns
what you eat for breakfast where you work.
The middle is the person’s interpretation.
But the bottom is the interior artifice:
Facebook and interactions with people you’ve never met online, statuses that move you, books, literature, perceptions of art and the places that we see an objects that we make
into art. The shadows on the wall and the things they tell us.
We story. That’s the process of the engine humanity.
No matter what, writing comes from the interior artifice.
It’s filter to the person, even when it tries hard not to be, like in the case of journalism.
But imagine poetry as a fractal, extremely ornate, decorative, and endless in its interior introspection, the frills with frills on them.
This is the production of LIVE POEMING. The wheels of progress that evolve
to produce their own blood.
Of course this kind of content has the same kind of pitfalls
that drug use or alcohol use or other addictions have for writing.
NEIL SEERY VS CHRIS BEAL
I was on the toilet
But it was “gutsy.”
VIKTOR PESTA VS KONSTANTIN EROKHIN
Heavyweights,
I T bone myself,
I Y
in the air
I
why
FOX SPORTS 1 PRELIMS
I hate the idea of TV shows—or any entertainment—telling me what to think or
how to behave.
I read an article about Girls decrying it’s lack of diversity
and positive feminist messages, especially for a show
set in supposedly one of the most diverse cities
in the history of humankind.
I read this and I say, don’t you see how amazing this show is?!
They’re TOTALLY obnoxious, racially exclusive, self-involved, detached
–THEY’RE A MIRROR HELD UP TO THIS GENERATION!!!!
Stop demanding TV shows be the vanguards and flag-wavers
of our best-case-scenario hopes and dreams!
Stop giving TV shows that responsibility!
I want to laugh and true clowns in a true clown town (now Iowa City)
because WE ARE ALL THAT CLOWNS!
Like lifeboats in the cold and sunken night
we hand off our cultural heritage to that which is largest and most seen
in hopes that it might be carried off to be seen again
itself.
This is why I like MMA. In 2015 storytelling needs to be multidimensional,
multi-interface, and post-modern:
It is my responsibility to extract a message, the message, messages
, it is my responsibility as audience to insulate the narrative with
caulk from the deep individual interior.
And this is the best-case-scenario America I stand—and sink—for.
MIRSAD BEKTIC VS PAUL REDMOND
I soap the blood smash
, I carry the castle.
It’s 5 am where this
is.
The ice floe carried them
once.
But we were pleasure maximizers,
and we got wasted as fuck.
MAIRBEK TAISUMOV VS ANTHONY CHRISTODOULOU
Holy wow.
The names.
Can you imagine if we were like animals
With no names?
Can you imagine
how free?
MAIRBEK TAISUMOV VS ANTHONY CHRISTODOULOU
These may have been the people who ate the fermented shark
, or maybe those were the Icelandic.
Either way these are the people up at 5 AM now and kindly
, welcoming, their city all nooks and canals,
their snowfall all globular
whose Viking roots saw kidnapping and racial purity raping
in unfathomable lost documents.
Or, based on something I read a few weeks ago,
But maybe both.
So here we are,
blonde and tall.
Here is a massive underdog, -950
I am betting $1 against my mind.
He looks like a guy who rides
the bus.
The other guy looks like he listens to metal
and does isolation chambers.
Former UFC pretty boy Roger Huerta
is in his corner. A good idea, keeping the pretty pony on the sidelines.
Displacement
shine.
The announcers keep calling Taisumov world class. He YouTube KO’s the guy who looked like a tough man out of the crowd.
World class sounds like gold foil wrapped
cheapo champaign to me.
But I do like ribbons,
I do like fairs.
NIKITA KRYLOV VS STANISLAV NEDKOV
Al Capone. Al Capone.
Al Capone.
NIKITA KRYLOV VS STANISLAV NEDKOV
A panic of a strangle
and a tap.
Think about a tap
: is it a way to save face
in an understated way when
surrendering?
Is this the so shine of subtlety
In a blood soaked blarescape world?
Bob and I are talking
about tacos
and two women in the northern suburbs he saw
asking trillions of questions about the food at a dirt cheap taqueria.
Where is the corn you use from? Are
the tomatoes fair trade? Do you use
dyes in your taco shells?
We have a right to know what’s in our food
, why is exercising that right so
Exhausting, oft
even
frustrating?
Why does the hierarchy of knowing things have to be spindly to the touch
, or even a thing, and it is a thing?
MAKWAN “MR. FINLAND” AMIRKHANI VS ANDY OGLE
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MAKWAN “MR. FINLAND” AMIRKHANI VS ANDY OGLE
I already love this guy.
Was Walt Whitman the first cartographer of charisma?
Navigable eyebrows.
Ogle consistent in not having what it takes.
HE ANNIHALTES HIM IMMEDIATELY OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!
[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E0OxRAfCsVc&w=560&h=315]
!!!
I love newborn stars
My god I love THE EXPLOSIONS
MAKWAN “MR. FINLAND” AMIRKHANI VS ANDY OGLE
“Do what you feel!
Where’s my $50,000?!?!?”
MAKWAN “MR. FINLAND” AMIRKHANI VS ANDY OGLE
I talk about my love
of MMA to casual people as a sport, real fans as theatrical.
We love stories. Every fight is a story.
Who
will
provide our narratives?
SULTAN ALIEV VS KENNY ROBERTSON
I love fuckass America.
Cherry pie and coffee. Orange traffic cones.
Multiple decaying lawncars. Tins of hairgel and mints.
Work boots, combat boots, snow boots.
Endless stalkable periphery.
Spotlights metaphorical and on every damn streetcorner.
No-goods and
lone wolves.
[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yVu1FCGbHko]
SULTAN ALIEV VS KENNY ROBERTSON
Aliev has the nose of a
PROBISCIS MONKEY
and is a hairy asteroid.
Kenny Robertson is a mid-range priced latex dildo.
HERE WE GO!
[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z8EE1_MZY0Q]
NICO MUSOKE VS ALBERT TUMENOV
Tumenov has the action figure waxen shimmer
of a star rising into the constellation impression he’s set about to fill. Anyway
I couldn’t focus on this because upsetting texts were anxietying a cloud over me.
Certain texts kill everything.
You eat shots, body, head, BRAIN;
Albert Tumenov wins!
STALL UNTIL MAIN CARD
“Rumble
Young man
Rumble”
-Rumble’s hat
MAIN CARD STARTS
It’s the middle of the night here
What the fuck is the matter with these people?
SAM SICILIA VS AKIRA CORISSANI
Like water oaks fighting for water,
legs.
SAM SICILIA VS AKIRA CORISSANI
The villainous air was thin in the logs and mud
then.
Sam Sicilia
wins.
He flatlines him
to 2 AM silence
as only 2 AM
silence can—
PHIL DAVIS VS RYAN BADER
A bill
of no confidence.
The sleepy crowd cheers
regardless, and good for them.
Thank you for cheering, it
lays the tapestry we all need
To remove ourselves enough to have
An effective picnic in the grass.
We do call grass
blades.
PHIL DAVIS VS RYAN BADER
Let’s talk about spectacle formality for a minute.
Neither of these guys have a chance against Jon Jones.
But they want to fight, they don’t want to quit and they are evolving
, but not to a level they could beat the best of all fucking time.
We have to watch this and we can’t suspect. The spectacle hierarchy
does not yet produce it’s own blood to whet it’s lonesome juggernaut wheels.
So we have to assume the winner here ostensibly rises toward a title shot.
But yeah right. In this way
They are all
of us.
PHIL DAVIS VS RYAN BADER
Cryostasis, this fight.
Going to bed and waiting for the
paint in the baby’s
room to dry.
Cleaned out. Pure. Sterilized.
The worst of us, addictions.
NICK DIAZ PROMO
Nick Diaz pacing set to
bullet w butterfly wings.
I’m 13-16 again.
And so happy.
My happiness sprouts.
Happiness. I am looking out the window at the telephone lines.
It is spring.
I can smell the grass intermingling with the air, waiting for the air
by the phone. The sun is a Bunsen burner.
It is spring.
DAN HENDERSON VS GEGARD MOUSASI
He moves like C3P0
But he’s all our young hopes,
Ltd.
DAN HENDERSON VS GEGARD MOUSASI
This is at middleweight but weirdly promoted at light heavyweight, at least in terms of accentuated accolades.
Is this to spare a kind of shame?
Oh noo
ooooo
It gets stopped early. Maybe
a blaze of glory is an earned thing.
ANTHONY “RUMBLE” JOHNSON VS ALEXANDER GUSTAFSSON
Like bees who made impossible things and saw the world in impossible spectrums
of light
the Swedes are up late for this one and
loud!
ANTHONY “RUMBLE” JOHNSON VS ALEXANDER GUSTAFSSON
No one says die! My
god the swinging!
GUS IS OUT!
OH NO HE WAS POUNDED
OUT—
ANTHONY “RUMBLE” JOHNSON VS ALEXANDER GUSTAFSSON
I don’t think I’ve ever felt so bad for a fighter as I have for Gustafsson.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt
so actually, humanly
bad for a fighter.
Gustafsson lost after he practically beat Jon Jones, got hurt and lost #1 contendership, father died, and then fans packed stadium at 4 AM to see him
(AND all his countrymen were destroyed, extra pressure). I like Rumble a lot,
but UFC fans, do your hearts bleed through empathetic cuts?
Sadness must thus
speak.
[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wqjF914_pnM]
ANTHONY “RUMBLE” JOHNSON VS ALEXANDER GUSTAFSSON
Later, a fan on the Facebook group Addicted to UFC
says that this is the game.
I guess re: narrative responsibility seeks torch and flag beaers
because our narratives or torches and flags
meant to be placed high
upon the remnants of failure,
agony,
fallen detritus of the human condition, which itself is so sad and heartbreaking,
so much of our time spent on jobs we hate and people we dislike
garbage, bad news, cheap thrills like blood disorders,
that those golden moments
are golden because they are closer to the sun.
Not actually meaningfully closer; atop any mountain,
however triumphant, you feel closer to the sun, but cosmically
you’re still on Earth and it doesn’t make a difference. Not close to the sun
but closer.
