How’s “the darkness
Not as dark as you make it sound
Black beans and codfish
Got fired Friday, can’t make it
Dog wearing lipstick?
Dunno, she’s in heat, maybe spayed, upset
canceled too. it’s just gonna be me you and self-zine
And li’l caesar
The pizza guy
used to work for Men’s Wearhouse.
Hey whoww ofenn does your zine come out?
—Every other fortnight
does it pay
No but the internet makes the printing free, minus electricity and rent
paper mewl is here
PAPER MEWL: I’m so fed up with the ass in this city
TEAM: where’s your girlfriend?
PAPER MEWL: Out with her friend gary
TEAM: you didn’t invite her?
PM: She doesn’t need to come to everything, i don’t think her and gary are anything more than friends
PM: To a reggae/dub/skiffle/punk/lord show. at the Beenurry
T: In Troeptown?
PM: Near there. Clobo Village.
T: That’s a gay neighborhood
T: Nothing, i’m just bean helpful with regard to you know travel… guide
PM: So are we gonna DO THESE DRUGS, OR WHAT?
T: cool your jets, hang on, here [hands drugs]
PM: I wanna do drugs carefully, not just in a big blast
T: Well, that’s your call not mine, be as careful as 7ou want
PM: I can’t be careful unless you are too. your sloppiness infects MY UNIVERSE
t: look we’ve been friends for almost twenty years, you know how careful iamb, which is not that careful, but you know my style, my styles not changing, i’m learned but i’m not a PEDANT, so take the drugs and be the peace or go eat a pizza be well but let’s not talk about it
PM: I’m the Prime Mule. Announcement time.
TEAM: Our favorite game
pM: I’m the prime Mewler. Minister Muenster. Papa Gyyno [“Geeno”].
TEAM: Cannibullingus! Classic. “Framingham Farms”
PM: Sodabeer Sobadeer! HarmHock Tavern! I’m lickin the back of a pretty heart
TEAM: Lick that back of pretty hearts. great stuff.
PM: There are some drugs left. …. May I?
tTEAM: you’re still my guests—be our guest. my guessts is as good as ours
PM: Pull yourself together——the last thing I meantioned about “careful”
TEAM GOGOLBERRYS: Careful did as carefully was— you know that expression
PM: That’s not the expression—————it’s “a careful home gets bigger as my gorgeous daughters get older”—-pita read sadder for older
PM: Listen listen your zine is good but you need to delete more of it
TM: You mean “edit”?
PM: Nah, edit or delete,? Same thing. just pick huge arbitrary/celebrity swaths that aren’t singing and click #delete
TM: What do you mean “Sign” i mean “sing
PM: Same root as “swing”. swing flue. sign flu. the nonjazzy parts.
PM: Jazz isn’t the same as it was in the 1970s: be troppa deuce and so on. swinging jazz has to come from a lamer emotion in today’s age to really get the big dicks swinging. punk rock is fine-ground avenue. is working construction—
TM: I need to work construction to make parts sing?
PM: Deleting unsinging parts is more important but doing big jobs in construction is fine.
I started out as Party Mule, but went backwards in time with the aid of drugs and now have a confusing relationship with Trawldad, with Party Mule, with Picaba and D. the Skiier and the wreast of my Team; Team was the other guy. Multiple dudes with a single voice that choruses sweetly & softly ( then, horny, gets meaner with more “skronk”——[jazz term]). After a meal the quietest parts go deaf and drown in the gay roar of a metabolism overwhelmed by an excess (or, contra-pace Gander, a “sudden access”) of satiety. All that remains is the basic four-four pattern native to pop: “It’s A Gas,” “Onlycake Fountain,” e.g.
Math-rock, “Intelligent Dance Music,” Polynesian polyrhythms—all of them sad, wishful thinkings of a freeboned drug-depression found in culture. A cake is a metaphor you can eat; a shower’s only as hot as its horniest teardropped teabag; pastiche is not flavor; and so on.
RAE ARMANTROUT, TROY JOLLIMORE, & JOSHUA CLOVER perform language TONIGHT at the LATIN-AMERICAN CLUB of San Francisco, 3286 22nd St, 8:30 p.m. Arrive early, call venue for parking. More information is available here.