Gratuitous Dread Presence

'I've got ... plan 'B' ability'

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Title is from a Le Tigre song called ‘Fake French.’ I was overwhelmed by the intensive meaning of the phrase, and I actually quoted it to someone else, who then replied “I have no idea what that means.”

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But I do—and I have ‘Plan B Ability.’ I have abandoned my quest to search for an IT position, and now am a manager of a retail based lead generation system. I love the work—but I hate my job. Regardless, it was my effort to capitalize on an early position I held. And now I find myself attempting another plan b—to get out asap.

Interesting that ‘some kinda underground electro feminist performance artists’ worded it so well.

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Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I have done some minor housekeeping in regards to categories. Put the window air conditioner in the garage, changed the internet connection, and put up plastic for the winter. Maybe I’ll pay more visits soon.

And without further ado, a change of direction.

Turning Basin

If one puts their hand upon the quarried stone
that peeks out from the moss and vines
plants that may be foreign in their origin
but earnest in their current endeavor
at  disguising the perpetual efforts of man
by imitating the progress of nature.

The hum creeps, and describes in detail, grace
as if a mountain had chosen to move
and the approaching mass seems gentle
palatable to the eyes and eager to change direction
belying the volcanic energy contained within.

As the oily water parts
mysteries are solved by letters revealing the cargo
messages of commerce revealing their partisan nature
as men scramble to further the cause
unaware of their small part in the
greater scheme of art.

As the turn is completed, one sees
the frothing energy upon the seemingly tranquil pool
putting a statement to the ambition
of the hope of the industrial cargo
hasty to meet the needs of the world while
revealing the true urgent nature of the pond
seen within the foam upon the water.

The hum does not fade, it simple ceases
and one's only reminder of the industrious
is the feel of cut stone
under one's hand.