Month: January 2010

I Was Making Some Tuna Melts

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I was making some tuna melts
for my love and I last night
and of course as soon as the can opens,
“your new name is Buttercup Banana
Breath.” Beauty has a big butt that jiggles
like two fluffy pillows. Disco’s nicknames are:
“Growly Pants”, “Disco Duck”, “Madman” & “Mr. Fluffy Butt”
I call my boyfriend disco because I have a things for rabbits
and the sound of a cane hitting a young fluffy schoolgirls butt
in a rhythmic way. Even the hackle tips by stroking the hackle fibers
toward the butt of the feather a woman once asked me
to take off my pants I’m a fluffy green kitty.
Is the word “fluffy” modifying “penis” or … “butt poo”
stuck in the fur of a Sassy Witch Fluffy Butt Tutu
in black and purple happy kittens which is a change
from zombie-like ooze-creatures? I would say that Tinky
has a cute little tiny fluffy butt but I’ve also caught Horatio
trying to bury a poo in a Fluffy Bunny Butt Fuzzy Nutter
Butt Piddle Butt Mayonnaise. Slice and cube pork butt
removing gland. I will miss your funny bark (“BURF”).
Then, if the feather is fairly large and the fronds are fairly long,
the first thing you should do is discard all the junky,
fluffy stuff around the butt. Princess Purr-a-lot
loves to ride my shoulder, usually with his fluffy butt
on my ear for stability, and Elvis’ Monkey Butt Cupcakes
start to give screams in the rhythm of the cane.
D = gidget E = crusty F = greasy G = fluffy H = cheeseball
J = honker K = butt L = brain M = tushie N = chunks O = hiney
Floofy means fluffy, as in a very floofy tail;
Số liệu thống kê của Ms. Fluffy Butt.

the little gland again…

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Found out from my doc today that my thyroid is terribly overactive, has been maybe for months. No wonder I *can’t calm down.* Looking forward to adjusted dosage, and remembering how to relax… but also worrying about SLACKING OFF or GAINING WEIGHT. The worry itself, of course, is thyroid-related. At the mercy of the little gland as always.

Apologies to those to whom I may have behaved obnoxiously, overeagerly, irritably, etc.

reader survey

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Should I reformat Ululations so that the post column is wider?

Are you sick of purple?

Any other design crits or suggestions?

What would you like to see more of or less of on this blog?

Any requests?

Segue Report: Goldman & Pendleton

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Quite wonderful readings yesterday from Judith Goldman and Adam Pendleton.

Judith Goldman
Judith Goldman

Believe it or not, I had never seen Judith read before. As a reader she was precise and performative inside the work without seeming in the slightest bit stagey or rehearsed, so really “inside” the work. She did many voices: extreme tentativeness, girlish upspeak, artauldian drama queen, pidgin pimp. She didn’t waste time with a preamble, thank goddesses, why can’t more poets figure that out? Bits of speech: “as a matter of fact, I don’t feel so well.” Her tour de force was a piece that adopted the prosody of Jay Z and applied it to the name of Pamela Anderson Lee. Poe found its way in: “bells bells bells bells/ taco bells.” Judith’s actual voice has a very sweet quality that contrasted nicely with the broad parodies and borrowings of the poem. Just great, really. She also read from the “The Dispossessions.” It was earthy/strange/angry-lyrical and sort of misandrous (look it up!) and it kept mutating:

[in pidgin voice] “very good for fuck”
“giving your soft globs/ what you shove down to be”
“every other second horse”
“scrambling into soft globs”
“every man fuel for a flare of fucking people over”
“it won’t take long””queening into his eggs tighter, tighter”
“my erogenous zones used as a kind of formal language.”

Adam Pendleton
Adam Pendleton

Adam Pendleton, a mutli-media artist for whom Thom Donovan gave a very useful introduction, posted here, read a piece that addressed and critiqued the avant-garde literary practices of the last century. It was elaborately structured, maybe even Fibbonaci’d (which seems likely since Ron Silliman was featured in the work as both source text and “character” of sorts). Adam described the structure as a kind of “Chinese box.” Source authors included Silliman (recognizably “Ketjak” & “Sunset Debris”), Scalapino, the 1916 dada manifesto, Baraka’s black dada manifesto, what seemed to be a contract for a performance piece, and I think some others. Afterward, Cole Heinowitz asked him why he had used those texts, and he mentioned that he had composed the piece on vacation in Paris and that those were the books he happened to have with him. That struck me as a very lovely sort of extemporaneous constraint. He used the texts as base material that he then torqued into other perspectives, some of which may actually be “his.” Some lines:

“the performance must be done on location”
“I want a very beautiful man”
“irradiates the day with a milky glow”
“she was a unit in a bum space” [sound familiar?]
“architecture is bound to situation”
“I need a prick in my mouth/ I need an explanation”
“white dada remains in the framework of Euroopan wekaness”
“I want a man with long eyelashes/ white wings of a magpie”
“In part, we grew by looking back at you.”

This last was very interesting especially given that Adam is gay and black, and while there were plenty of gay listeners in the audience, the only other recognizably black person in the room was the be-dreadlocked man who took the money at the door. Who is “we”? Indeed.

new video: "Glory"

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http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8561399&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1

Glory from Nada Gordon on Vimeo.

“Glory” is a collage poem/film redolent of women, hair, and excess. Source films include both versions of Cecil B. de Mille’s “The Ten Commandments,” D.W. Griffith’s “Intolerance,” the early Oz films, and some Bollywood favorites. The oud music to which the video is set is from a pirated CD I bought very cheaply at a souk in Marrakech and I know neither the musician nor the title of the piece. The source of much of the language for the poem is a secret online lexical goldmine. As Humpty Dumpty famously said, “There’s glory for you!” Note that the video is just over 14 minutes long and it is slow and hypnotic, so sit back.

blue moon redux

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Gary nixed this as our New Year’s song, but please sing it to yourself for your entertainment:

Blue Moon, you saw me rhythmically nasal,
Without a dream in my metagalactic ballet skirt,
Without a rubberlike grass-form,
Blue moon, windowed gender and nephews,
You heard me thrumming the squid for for,
Someone I really could frustrate,

And then there suddenly appeared before me,
Someone my tepid gurgles could curl,
I heard you whisper “yieldable mole-heads,”
And when I looked the vintage gynarchy had turned to gold,
Blue moon, now I’m no longer Hebraic mackerel,
Without a honk in my cuddle bunny,
Without a whimmy misgrowth of silence of my own.

And then a moisturized schmuck suddenly appeared before me
The only one my trembling thingammy will ever hold
heard somebody whisper please bifork noctiflorous chickadees
And when I looked the moon had turned to fistuliform instabilities
Blue moon
Now I’m no longer an uncombed inhaler of impersonation
Without a monoglot bullfinch in my heart
Without an imaginary Koran of my own
Blue moon
Now I’m no longer pluralistically squamulose
Without a hair powder in my heart
Without a minified horse drawing of my own