Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Calabi Yau

Calabi-Yau Raum

Calabi-Yau manifolds are compact Kähler manifolds
whose canonical bundle is trivial.

In superstring theory the extra dimensions of spacetime
may take the form of a 6-dimensional Calabi–Yau manifold.

‎"Canonical bundle" is just another name for "invertible sheaf."

An invertible sheaf is exactly like a line bundle, only
transposed from topology into algebraic geometry.

Real line bundles are double covers of differential manifolds,
and now we arrive at a relatively familiar example:

A Mobius strip is a double cover of a circle!


Lifestyles of the Rich and Sexy

What's your fetish?
I like to itch.

I'm the sexiest pig in this pig-sty!
I'm the sexiest stripe on the red white and blue!
I'm the sexiest hair on the everywhere!

What the fuck are you?


Tuesday, May 29, 2012

What We Left Behind Us in Iraq

Umm Qasr

Two boys in Umm Qasr, Iraq - photocredit: Antonin Kratochvil

The US juggernaut rolled over Umm Qasr in 2003, and most of that
God-forsaken little city was never rebuilt.


Rock Paper Scissors

Rock Paper Scissors...

Are you my voice?
Am I your oppressor?

All of us are
crisscrossed processors.

Rock Paper Scissors...

Are you my parrakeet?
Am I your hijacker?

Parrakeet secretly
wants to be a peacock.

Peacock secretly
wants to be Jack the Ripper.

Rock Paper Scissors...

All of us are
crisscrossed processors.


Sunday, May 27, 2012

City of the Arts

Working woman. Storyville, New Orleans.

"Working woman. Storyville, New Orleans," says the caption, circa 1900,
wall accordingly adorned with an unframed print of the running figures
so much beloved and belabored by then-reigning Neo-Classicists and later
inherited more or less verbatim by the neo-Neo-Classicist Picasso.

Two Women Running

"Working woman. Storyville, New Orleans," circa 1900, at about the same
moment that Jelly Roll Morton was inventing jazz in a Storyville bawdy-house,
and instead of Storyville, you might just as well call it "City of the Arts."


Saturday, May 26, 2012

Romanza of Don Iago and the Banker


The banker ran away from Don Iago
through the Kingdoms of Wind and Sand and Stars,
but Don Iago rode him down in the Kingdom of Sorrows.

When the banker was trapped,
he offered Don Iago all his money
and his houses and rents and trinkets.

Don Iago replied, I will take all your money
and cut off your nose as a plaything for sparrows,
and string my guitar with your guts.


Friday, May 25, 2012

Jack Benny 1894-2012


"Of course they let you take your violin with you... HELL."


What's the worst thing about Hell for you, Mr. Benny?

"Hell is teeming with fiddle-and-patter acts!"


"And all of them are named Jack Benny!"


Thursday, May 24, 2012

What We Left Behind in Libya

Yuri Kozyrev2

8400 bombing runs on a country with no air force and no effective anti-aircraft weapons!

Yuri Kozyrev3

Yuri Kozyrev1

photocredits: Yuri Kozyrev


Melt in triumph!
We accept you as is.

Do you need a thematic heat-pig?
Rivets for your trireme?
Panoramas of iodine and vomit?
Condescending innuendos?

Will you be my invisible friend?

I can't be your invisible friend!
I'm not invisible!
All I want is a basket of elderberries!
I can only pay with birdseed.
What kind of dream is this anyway?


Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Tuesday, May 22, 2012


This is absolutely
spectacular heroin, says the
motherly roadie for the Rolling Stones.
So what if we live in a brutal plutocracy?
All you really need is one good moment!
Think about your all-access back-stage pass!
Think about Michael Jackson embalmed in rose oil!
The least you can do is
smile for the fucking camera!

Monday, May 21, 2012

Hope and Change, from Obama to OWS

Hello, Suckers!

Why is the left-wing such a bunch of suckers?

"We are the ones!"

"We are the 99%!"

Pretty slogans, vague hopes and dreams...

And meanwhile the right-wing is busy with re-districting and re-writing regulations and all the other business that makes all the difference between real change and bullshit.



Sometimes I'm a wristwatch.
Sometimes I'm a bone.

Sunrise is my witness.

I was born in Jericho.
My mother was a camel.
Later she emigrated to
Amsterdam and I became her informercial.
All five of my fathers are still paying alimony!
This is why I believe in Creationism.

Sunrise is my witness.


Sunday, May 20, 2012


cool water
clear glass
on my balcony

stops to
drink from
one spilled drop


Saturday, May 19, 2012

Monthly Unemployment Non-Story

Employment-Population Ratio
Last week the Bureau of Labor Statistics labored and brought forth its monthly unemployment data, with the usual muddle of many-ways defined and undefined employment and unemployment, but the percentage of able-bodied working-age Americans who have a job remained essentially unchanged from where it hit the bottom in December 2009, and that's the non-story of US employment and unemployment in April, 2012, and every other month in 2010 and 2011 and 2012.

Friday, May 18, 2012



Nuclear weapons sprouting everywhere like mushrooms!

Game over for the climate!

Stop squirming! Get ready for the end!

Thursday, May 17, 2012


The story of my girlhood is written in cologne.
I own every goblin in Borneo!

Mithridates of Pontus is my maternal uncle.
Did you drool on my clone?
Did you nibble the braille off my billboard?

I once bought a blood-wig on Ebay!
My anemia emanates from the Big Bang.
I am born again in a beachfront bordello!
Lichens agonize in the foam.


Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Langweilige Puppen

Langweilige Puppen (Boring Dolls), Jeanne Mammen, 1929

Boring dolls on the beach at Southampton,
phantoms on the autobahn...

You have your Mercedes.
I have my smut.
You have your pharaoh.
I have my snout.
Did you miss the punchline?
Did you miss the putt?
Can you hear the archaic harmony?

Far out at sea,
a shrimp cringes.


Monday, May 14, 2012


I'm a retired assassin with a
sassy way of saying "Mammy"
and many lesser manias.

I eat blancmange.
I'm an average American.

Only I can describe your
multiple vaginae.

Navel of my emails!
Neap-tide of my veal!

I will love you for umpteen lifetimes.


Sunday, May 13, 2012

Who are we? Where do we come from? Where are we going?

Who are we Where do we come from Where are we going

Who are we? Where do we come from? Where are we going?

Saturday, May 12, 2012

Indianapolis - Robert Frank - 1956

Robert Frank - Indianapolis - 1956

Robert Frank - from The Americans - Indianapolis - 1956

Fourth of July

Are you idle or menial?
There's no in-between!

Is that the sky
or an outdoor planetarium?
Is this laundromat spinning?

Do you believe in magic?

I believe in everything!
but when you're senile,
it gets a lot harder to count the demons.


Thursday, May 10, 2012

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Monday, May 7, 2012


What instrument do you play?

I play the clitoris!

And how do you play it?

I play it like syrup!
I play it like winning the lotto!
Riot in a sorority house!
Like an ivory loris!
Lyric ocelot!


Passacaglia of slaphappy sociopaths!
Echo of a cephalic apocalypse!


Sunday, May 6, 2012



Wardrobe dummy for Marilyn Monroe during filming of The Misfits, 1961

Saturday, May 5, 2012

Thursday, May 3, 2012

In the afterlife, everything is freeware.

In the afterlife, everything is freeware.
You can't sneeze, but your icon can tango!
Tango of the neuronal war-monger!
Repeat after me!
I want to be a soldier.
I am the game.

I'm the winged tween of Troy!

So what else did you ever want to be?
Dybbuk of an unlucky multitude?
or just another
sad old drunk
in the jungle of mommy?


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