by
Jaye B.
5-8-24
Spirit Mountain, Nv.
Greetings All,
While coffee-ing it up in the park this morning, something transhuman pulled up a memory from my hippocampus, an image I had back in the 1980’s, of some leathered hag playing cat’s cradle with my vas deferens. Over 40 yrs ago was the last time I thought about the spermatic divination method she used to get a bead on my future at that time. Why the memory now? Just prior I had been thinking that I’ll probably be able to remote control art direct the decomposition of my body from the other side via some designer nano-tech effervescing through the hyper-rotting flesh and do such things as have the putrid, puerile corpse ooze helichrysum essential oil, which BTW is most beneficial as an anti-inflammatory with anti-microbial properties. Better that than a bad smell and phorid flies all wanting to horn in and feast on the decay. The flesh can be made to rot symmetrically into wondrous , non-hideous designs, all the while it is rendered quartz crystalline, then inserted into an atomic clock coffin for temporal safe keeping. ( where the quartz flesh’s pulse is measured in qubits made of gopher wood.) Then the wily nano-bots secrete crispr signaling hormones like ants and a change of tack ensues and the corpse is then rendered into talismanic mica flakes that gather up in the epididymis before being ejaculated into the ionosphere to squelch all the scalar wave interference that is currently serving to sustain this morbid hologram I’m so heartfelt compelled to share with you, before it becomes yet another faded glory destined for permanent internment.
The testicular memory could have been triggered by the sighting of a crane as the morning sun broke over the mountains and I came out of prayer. One that had me straining in attempts to i.d. it. At first, I thought it was a sandhill crane but the beak was curved. I dug my binocs out to check and had the same slate gray color as the sandhill but no red in crown. Why was I shaking? Perhaps the sighting triggered another memory of when I attempted to be a full time birder back in Mn., only to have the experience make me so neurotic and insecure that I gave up on it and would say things like, ‘Pretty bird.’ when I couldn’t i.d. one and being fine with it.
Seeing that my perceptions are 100% objective, as verified by the National Academy of Sciences via rigorous, exacting and extensive neurological testing done on me there, I’m 100% empirically verified certain however that it was a lost Ibis who showed itself to me, one that would Thoth guide me through the Halls of Amenti where all futures are stored, dutifully recording my confession of sensing a much awaited, carnal lacunae soon to come. (Funny how the Ibis sent a bubble my way, one containing a field guide to birds- where the pages within it were perforated, so that when a bird became extinct, its entry could be then easily be torn out.)
TY to those of you who care and help. If you need assistance acclimating to the palpable bleakness that is now pervading the land, come hang out with me, no matter how desperate and forlorn you are and I’ll show you the ropes on how to unplug from it all and take in some beauty such as the red breasted finch that all throughout, counterpoint serenaded me during the rather grim, tactical epiphany shared above.
Blessings,
Jaye B.
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Jaye B. is a writer, musician and artist. His art criticism has appeared in Art Paper, New North Artscape, Art Muscle, Northfield Magazine and elsewhere. His articles have also appeared in City Pages, Twin Cities Reader, Mysteries Magazine, Fahrenheit San Diego, High Plains Reader, New Dawn and Rain Taxi. He has appeared on BBC Radio, WGN Chicago, WLW Cincinnati and elsewhere in the mediasphere to discuss his work. Please help support Reset News @ Paypal, Cash App , Ko-fi or contact the author for other options @ jayeb444@protonmail.com
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Peace & Bliss
That was quite a unique invitation to come visit you bro’.
I can’t but you know that .
I have forgotten so much.
Recently I have had numerous memories come up from my heart. Stuff that’s not even significant, but maybe it is!?!?
I am appreciating all of them. Thinking why now, or where did that come from?
I’ll follow the secret thread ...