"On Mars Yet Again"

Melanie saw a movie about the star of a fictitious reality TV show; this has inspired me to return to my screenplay about Philip K Dick struggling to complete his novelization of Blade Runner--in that alternate universe where he didn't turn down the job-- (NOT!). --But i was considering a satire on Richard Perle...

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I never sit down to write as if it were going to be destroyed immediately, and yet this is so.


"Looking at the moon all col and wite and oansome, Lorna said to me, 'You know Riddley theres some thing in us it dont have no name.' I said, 'What thing is that?' She said, 'Its some kynd of thing it aint us but yet its in us. Its looking out thru our eye hoals. May be you dont take no noatis of it only some times. Say you get woak up suddn in the middl of the nite. 1 minim youre a sleap and the nex youre on your feet with a spear in your han. Wel it wernt you put that spear in your han it wer that other thing whats looking out thru your eye hoals. It aint you nor it dont even know your name. Its in us lorn and loan and sheltering how it can.' I said 'If its in every 1 of us theres moren 1 of it theres got to be a manying theres got to be a millying and mor.' Lorna said, 'Wel there is a millying and mor.' I said, 'Wel if theres such a manying of it whys it lorn then whys it loan?' She said, 'Becaws the manying and the millying its all 1 thing it dont have nothing to gether with. You look at lykens on a stoan its all them tiny manyings of it and may be each part of it myt think its sepert only we can see its all 1 thing. Thats how it is with what we are its all 1 girt big thing and divvyt up amongst the many. Its all 1 girt thing bigger nor the worl and lorn and loan and oansome. Tremmering it is and feart. It puts us on like we put on our cloes. Some times we dont fit. Some times it cant fynd the arm hoals and its tears us a part. I dont think I took all that much noatis of it when I ben yung. Now Im old I noatis it mor. It dont realy like to put me on no mor. Every morning I can feel how its tiret of me and readying to throw me a way. Iwl tell you some thing Riddley and keap this in memberment. What ever it is we dont come naturel to it.' I said, 'Lorna I dont know what you mean.' She said, 'We aint a naturel part of it. We dint begin when it begun we dint begin where it begun. It ben here befor us nor I dont know what we are to it. May be weare jus only sickness and a feaver to it or boyls on the arse of it I dont know. Now lissen what Im going to tel you Riddley. It thinks us but it dont think like us. It dont think the way we think. Plus like I said befor its afeart.' I said, 'Whats it afeart of?' She said, 'Its afeart of being beartht.' 'How can that be? You said it ben here befor us. If it ben here all this time it musve ben beartht some time.' She said, 'No it aint ben beartht it never does get beartht its all ways in the woom of things its all ways on the road.' I said, 'All this what you jus ben telling be that a tel for me?' She larft then she said, 'Riddley there aint nothing what aint a tel for you...' --Russell Hoban, Riddley Walker (1980)

   "To Anvil Eden"

Stealing perfume from a mole
Flying meta- hackers depleted
Uranium poem; blind man in a room full

Of deaf people bemd

Ink harl want.
Meteorogram
Dim battlebots. Mutiny,
Thy bookish onus should have fallen:

Ascendency we Belknap at any price

--Blackened pit/
The master race at Christmas,
The color of madness we down rain
Pull metallic apple pierce green, matte black, &
Chrome burnt shell...

Lurch the otherwise
Unremarkable incoherent weak streak
Finishes presto diametric
--The decibel ice
Wire transfer a rain place for
The rage of
It thousand
Eyes gone what will then happen
High on ev'ry show?

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