In the Perimeter by Brian McFarland
Check this tweet:
@fourteenletters Brooks Sterritt : Tree of Lard
Did you feel it? That little linguistic carcrash in your head? That tingle in your Broca’s area. That little instant when your noggin had to back up and say whoa? Let me break it down: Tree..ok,. we’re good, got it, drew it in 1st grade, man…of, your standard participle, a classic, and now that we’ve got two words mixin and matchin I can. Tree of ..ok I got my Bible study on, cruise control set to fifty, we’re not hitchhiking anymore we’re riding! – and then the wheels hit the black ice: Lard. Ew. You gotta step back and readjust your priorities and start over and reframe the whole thing. It’s a space in your mind-time, an alternative space, between your trained expectations and the possible, the DMZ zone between the South Korea of your Seoul and the North Korea of Brainwashed Heart (you see what I did there), you are in the perimeter. And as Jim once said, in here you is stoned, immaculate. That space frees you up, gives you a little elbow room, helps your efficacy and your golf game, right Daniel ?
Of course, the best way to get there and stay there long enough for your transcendence is to sit your ass down for 15 hours with a nice long novel. But sometimes it’s necessary to crawl inch by inch searching through the shag carpet for whatever little bits you can find. It’s the alternative path you chose, Mr. Frost, and sometimes you have to cook the stems. We will get to novels later, oh yes, but let’s start with the literary quarks: tweets. One must choose the form, tho. Don’t cross the streams and jam your narrative peanut butter into my twitter chocolate. 140 characters does not a story make. Apologies to @erikwennermark, showing the exception that proves the rule. Ain’t even enough room for your poesy. Twitter is as twitter does. Nowhere else can one find honest expression which captures the in-between with so very little. Since there is no container but the application itself, the pure expression bores through. The first trick is to see that the code is actually in code. To figure out the drop point. In there, the possibilities outside the schemamatrix are exposed. Do you see ? We are across the river, all of us. These are the Reports from our Agents IN THE PERIMETER : they are short because time is limited and they can feel the heat closing in.
It’s not the kind of thing that’s gonna get you’re an S on your permanent record. You will obtain a have to keep them guessing, switch it up like @winslowbobbins Daniel Casey : I am unpatient & improductive . Prefixes are assigned there place. There are rules gosh darn it where they are supposed to be. Slide them back and forth, feel the tingle. This one is funner than the Tree of Lard as it it does not force an unsettling visual image on me as an aftertaste to the verbal hi-jinks. That open window where your mind resets to your imperatives – you are forced to move the im and the un around, makes you laff. Like most abysses, even the teeny tiny ones, when the portal is open not everything is shits and giggles. I really hope that Untoward_Mag Untoward Magazine, is tweeting a phrase that was mispoken in some banal office, the alternatives are a little bit too corporally odd and fetishtically frightening in this tweet: Oh, goodness, you’re pissing the shit off of me. Betwixt these two extremes lies the everyday world our beings are thrown into, mundania. CatherineLazer Catherine Lacey : There is beauty in the mundane because i have seen the movies that say so. Indeed, one must rely on hegemonic slideshows in order to function within polite society. How much of your insides is filled with movie frames? It might help to do some research, but no escape from your ennui is guaranteed : kmartsurrealism Reynard Seifert earlier i thought ‘what came first, monday or the word mundane’ but then i looked & the answer is boring. Living your life on automatic is probably best, it’s the only way really to get through your shift at Winchell’s Donuts, and yet there is this :
HeavyFeatherRev Heavy Feather Review : NOTHING in the mail. Also, A SHINY, UNUSED HEART. _Oh_. @DavidCWinters : ‘You already know that reading won’t save you. Why do you think that writing will?’ Perhaps we should take heed : ( melissabroder Melissa Broder : Hugs not lit blogs). May your bulb forever burn, Byron. The blood drones on, you Damned Things. Have to get up 6:33 in the morning and roll the stone back up the hill. In sum, (ana_carrete ana c. fuck me fuck life). But the in-between still crackles within the circuits, you are not a happy robot, Chance. Being a whore, thief or junky is just another 9-5 gig as the other Jim once said seeking purity and the pay sucks. Maybe your decadence and grossness of your biology keeps you pushing against It (ana_carrete tired of snorting boogers but too lazy to go get kleenex or toilet paper.) Salvation through sloth, perhaps. Know also Your 2nd Life is always an option. Take it to the river, drop it in the black, tarry water – @kiostark : Casting my sins into the Gowanus.
Lots of tweets and lots of signs, signs everywhere there’s signs. ( If you are lucky there are even signifiers, and roses). flyingobjectMA Patricia Lockwood understands: KICK YOUR ASS IS WRONG I DON’T WANT TO BE RIGHT bit.ly/q67dfN . @sophieklahr sophie klahr responds to another tweet from Patricia and pulls a word from the perimeter @flyingobjectMA ACK your tweet made me snorf my cake! That means cake in the part of a nose where there should never be cake. Very special. Words are the Xmas wrapping around the instability of all things not nailed down, architectured with concrete and glass. Words, are the pinball flippers, Jerzy, the trick is learning that’s it is not about keeping the balls out of the hole but using the entire playing area to keep it in play. Bump it.
That Buzzing you’re hearing is not caused by pigeon shit, it’s the benign, indifferent humming of the whole red shifted universe. Drown it out, like these fine twitterers with new combo moves -sean_ketts Sean Ketteringham well oiled, new gen, tone in, spark it, page turn, clock flash, gun bang, go round, fluff up, make out, get out, carve up, be cute, no laws, or MatthewBattles Matthew Battles Ocular & acuminate, bucephaloisterous, post-gordian, auto-alexandrian. Or: debcha Deb Chachra #dailyidioms: uterine replicator, Turkish delight doughnut, Galapagan isolation, ghost craters, empathy system, nonconsensual collaboration. Pay attention, there may be clues in there, something to heimlich the bile stuck in your throat when the alarm sounds . Skip your daily dose of Soma, 1138. A man has never wept, nor dashed a thousand kim as Dutch testified. Do not fail to heed this obscured warning from betterbooktitle Dan Wilbur : Do you guys remember feelings? How crazy were those? Indeed.
It’s easy to forget and it’s easy to stop laughing. Hell, the world is too much with us, it’s even easier to stop feeling, These short ITP transmission burst open up a crack (that’s how, said Leonard, the light gets in).It shakes up the verbal structures that define us with a reminder of just who’s in charge, Charles. Most agents are not even aware they have been re-assigned. They transmit their reports under deep cover. I will use the twitter tools at my disposal (Favorites) to capture what I can amidst the tweets and the fury. Moving forward, will dig a foxhole deeper into this no man’s land and arm myself with a poker. Until we twmeet again : “carmeggedon’ is right here, right now. All the princes and principalities control the drivewheels. Tweet on. It may be all that’s left us as we await the revelation Look busy and seek out the dark frozen patches to crash your psychic cars and bend your mental metal. There is no alternative.
As a dedicated voluntary tweeter for @red_lemonade I am in the thick of the jungles, ever seeking to suss the signal negated from the noise. Join us next time for structure sentence breakdown and masters of the form with In the Perimeter #2