Monthly Archives: August 2014
Dream State ft. Continuum: A poem after Jorie Graham
Continuum
After Jorie Graham
Mid-slumber. Dream of. I want you mimes my dream. Want me, want
you. I stare out. Want the coupling of us
mimes the fragile waters, technicolor blue, dry. Plus
the merging, which tends to separate more than it couples.
Plus, in the mirrors, the reflection of you, vivisecting in and down,
infinitely,
or so it seems, glass roads on silvered skies, & mighty pictures of ideas slither so quickly
down the spinal chord into and through
to fingers free—
& you ask me to dance alongside your sparkling tune, & curves so graceful I want to die,
but can’t emerge until
the rising sssss…
but no orb glares on this horizon, just clashing waves of grey and brown,
that sometimes cover sepia islands burst forth mind lava
from memories cut and dried and rearranged—candy
cottony solids—from the forth dimensional fields between
synapses—
They fry, not fire, but fry in the dancing flames of ice that lick my meta-subconscious
where I squeeze between poriferous volumes
& glean spotty words that split into halved pictures of time previous,
of have not beens
which live inexorably between the grey&illustrious mind
cubicles of daily reality
conglomerated in conjunction with fantasy&fiction
&science&fiction pulp soup compressed into pages where soot&fat
boil together; I flip them—each one an author’s mind sliced
—slide under microscope—
I look up. As I sit on sprouts of dust, the mood rabbit
trounces—away
I follow.
It’s green—blue—white
down the starry tunnel
into a sea of flesh eating eels where princesses are eaten daily, but I’m not a princess.
Teeth dissolve,
& you are there,
periwinkle blue flowers spotting summer dress over solar bronzed wheat,
chocolate curlicues,
manna flesh from heaven,
my skin, my eyes, my flesh, tastes all that you feel like, smells all that you sound like in the drowning summer air in a field of wildflowers
so vivid I could think them—
head down, soft lap of periwinkle blue,
fingers velvet,
dewy lips—aural sensation—slide along neck, shiver, smile, blink,
& awake to
a dream-washed face,
night curtain curls that fall askew over moon-kissed brow and star-singed cheeks,
around which the sun peeks.
& you, brown-eyed dream, lip-mime,
I want you; want me.
Ben Mattice ©湥 2009
Roswell Alien Fish Prank
It was a dark and stormy afternoon. Agent Clauson wasn’t in a mood to gamble. He went straight up to the first witness and asked, “have you had any fish in the last month?” http://youtu.be/-DmA1eE2VWA
Xeno Protection Agency
Today I’m going to try something new. I’m going to go down to the UFO Museum in Roswell, NM and convince some tourists that I’m a special agent with the XPA. I shall inform them of abductions in the area, inform them that each abduction had to do with a creature that ate fish, and then ask them if they ate any fish in the last month. I will then go on to explain that the mercury is in fact very precious on such and such a planet and that such and such a race is suspected of abducting anyone with mercury in their system. Anyway, once I’ve shot and edited the video, I will post the link here. In the meantime enjoy the fake ID I created and feel free to check out my YouTube Channel “Etcha”: https://www.youtube.com/user/humanetcha
Stupid Gag Reel Astounds World
In a world where every mistake you make is on YouTube, everything at which you fail has the familiar tinkle of a laugh track, and every trip and fall can be replayed over and over and over again, there is a man who has the gall to stand up and throw it all in your face. And his name is Ben the Man from Etcha. He grew up on the banks of Lake Michigan, skipping stones all the way to Chicago and never imagined he would end up at the far side of the internet. Now he must make a name for himself in an original production from the folks who brought you “Etcha Episode 1: Welcome to Etcha” and “What is Vlogging? A Mild Parody.” Here is: “Stupid Gag Reel Astounds World“
Quantumly Entangled Cupboards only on Etcha
Just another day in Roswell for the Human Etch-A-Sketch. I’m starting to lose my voice, so no vblog today. Instead I give you my latest episode on Etcha. Tell me what you think.
What is Vlogging: a Mild Parody: http://youtu.be/UQpPFcn9xEM
What is Vlogging? A Mild Parody
If you were ever curious as to what vlogging was really about, or just need a refresher course in the basics, or just want to be entertained, or you’re just bored, or whatever, watch my new episode on Etcha. You won’t be disappointed.
Also, it is very important that you subscribe to my channel on Youtube. Subscriptions are more important than views, as some of you might know.
And if you didn’t click on the photo above here’s the link: http://youtu.be/UQpPFcn9xEM
Destroying Barney
When I was kid my mom owned an aerobics studio. In that aerobics studio was a little nursery for the children of the women working out, and among the various Disney films showing on the little black and white television (yes, there were still black and white tvs when I was a kid) there was Barney. I hated Barney, and being subjected to him for hours a day is a special kind of torture. Here in this vlog I work out the aggression that came from those days.
A Bed of Cactus and a Dead Rattle Snake
Found a chopped up dead rattle snake on the road, and the dogs went nuts.