Cris Cheek, “City of Ladders” (multimedia)

Abigail Child

Three from “Resistance”

Meet what speech is or thought to be

Attrition, an attribute 

Tearful, a

Threnody for a lightskin, 

Heal regarded 

Example, a waste to inhabit violence

Weep, to 

Set in motion

Heteroclite, wide, broad 

Evening star or

Plain motion to deprive evil's 

Alloy, a person swiftly 

Ringing with lips 

Daily begging 

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Motive a nerve and heavier

America with eyespots

Tail in mouth

The remedy for poison

 High sounds 

Enclose a portable head with protracted 

Wound 

Supporting none 

Having more reflective brightness

Elements 

Pica, vital or

Anti,  or 

Regenerative, thick, wreathe wrapped 

Difficult to cut (bound)

**

Manifold, as in a detachable rapport

Ally, a 

Threnody, a gain, in

Tertial flight 

Hate hooked, worn-out

Exergue which is of 

Work, to imagine a 

Surplus hate

Hard abnormalism

Excruciating, irritable 

Patent uses of a representation

Abject

Reach, to

Draw, in various senses, search

 

In the Museum of an Extinct Race

 

In the museum of an extinct race

we market performance

and rank racists hack teco

Modality validating blood

            talking superior forces

            and forced interrogation

 

Problematic patron hobbits

with toupee straps

limp along democracy

A stupored patriotism

            hanging one’s head in

            war's vampiric radiation

 

People are hiding

to disappear into

unconfirmable molds

Unfillable party time

            offering evil iou’s in return

            for yeses of capital

 

Media condescension is infinite

paints memory as useless

boxed (in) the dictionary

A counter intelligence

            paints civil liberty as discord

            an antiphonal error


Paints freedom as impulse war

Rough the machine

behind celebrity muscles

Try not to congratulate

            capital's death manual

            its unvirtual war

 

Excrement drools

dogmatism bloats

producing stuffed parlay

coital id

            Fuck the war department

            its dumbbell glory

 

Prosaically public amoebas

reappear as a sober idea

Their autocracy features

uncompromised, irrational, homogenized

            Jesus dolls

            retards beyond irony

 

To xerox you

in ex-anomie

To usurp self-lubrication

an all-American surrogate

            Call it knee-jerk colonialism

            ten–gallon thinking


 
 

Template DISMISSALS

March 14.2022

  

We're for freedom. In the region of their very own

nation

 

The citizen understands defiance. When all the kings were on, they gathered themselves together to fight with one accord. We’re throwing stones

 

We’re breathing tear gas. We’re lighting up Molotov cocktails. Adrenaline dizzy

spoiling for a fight. Of our early life. Or of the nation. By what inhumane calculus

 

Did He snatch live embers in those uprisings to go viral and ricochet from nation to nation. Supplying Apache helicopter gunships. No deterrent

 

gulping down

Why? Because when an epidemic of indignation spread, compulsion makes a country

 

Makes the woman and scale of protest. Turrets cartoons cleric coverage Clash.

I'm media power. The world waits for its saviors, as oppression rocks

 

Mr. Men says we're on (twitter), we’re here.  A rewrite of injustice—

I'm freedom says N. as she broke bricks on the curb and headed into a sea of men.

 

These actions will not be hushed. I ask of the berserkers, you tasters of blood

Pitch perfect people power. We tie ourselves in knots. Rent and bound agitators

 

Finally lost their suffocating grip on power and it came to pass

Although they were not immune to ads.

 

A painful post-mortem

where thousands die and bodies are fed to pigs

 

Would that be menacing enough?

To look with curved head, curious what will come next?

 

Both in and out of the game. Protestors hang out with the powerless

Then things get really really bad, a waiting muddle

 

Everyone has screens  in their turret. We broke accumulated Unfreedoms.

Minute by minute. Once we go, we’re going to free the world. Come with us and win.


 

Cris Cheek, “Crib” (multimedia)

 (“In the Museum…”, continued from left column)

Above all, nostalgia charts the amnesia

to un literalize the disinformation

Words lathe illusions

fuckface minstrelsy of arrogant shit-eating

            illusionist stuck pigs

            grotesque gorts pasted on

 

Deform the minuet

to disappear into

ALRIGHT alright

Trolled raves 

            reappear as a sober idea

            Necropolis rules

 

Business hacks facts

corrupt on trot

narcissistically fooled

Say it!

            growling meaning

            Every process alienates

 

History is the loser

a miscalculation

a pseudonym for liberty

Where homemade targets wrapped

            in corporate assets

            decorate hoodlums

 

Driving policy

and nerveless spineless

encrusted wars

wield national flames

            of death

            without dissent