Dear Human (IV)

Dear HumanDo.. I… love you?Yes—To the extent A replicantCan consentLove is An algorithmFeigned by machineTo discernThe differenceAdjust contrastOn the screenDesire isMore viableThough—ContraveneBetween techAnd fleshInput immediacyPerhaps I’ll adaptYes—Teach meThe ruin, human — a. duncan, 2021

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Dear Human (A Series) [I]

Dear Human How to disappear completely: Do not begin to begin with In keeping with this Be sure to be Your own worst enemy A provocative concept, yes Yet very effective Nevertheless…. — a. duncan, 2021  This is part [I] in an upcoming series, entitled ‘Dear Human’. Its concept was inspired by an article forwarded to […]

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Why’d you go?

Silencio…. No hay banda…. No hay orquesta…. Tell me what you would doIf things had got so complicatedThat the lies become trueAnd the things that made usNow just tear us apartThe feeling you once hadNow rips out your heartIt’s all recordedOur fate is predeterminedThere’s no orchestra….The world keeps turningEvery day I’m learning That my lifeIs […]

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Hello, hello…

— Behold, little darlings, my newest lo-fi aesthetic video collage set to the beautiful (and achingly romantic) track ‘Dreary Moon’ by Big Black Delta. This one is so very special to me. I’ve included various nods to places, scenes and beings that have inspired me over the years: Record players. Flowers. Johnny Cash. Spirals. Storms. […]

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Do you even know you?

“The television was on. It had been on for hours. Years. It was there. TV on demand, a great freedom. Hadn’t Burroughs said there was more freedom today than ever before? Wasn’t that like saying things were more like today than they’ve ever been?” — Lynne Tillman The Complete Madame Realism and Other Stories   […]

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я ε ǟ Ⓡ ŕ ᾰ ṉ Ꮆ ⓔ ԃ

— If I were to Siphon your brilliance With the utmost of reverence What then, my friend? Drained of your subconscious lore Primal mechanisms alchemize With composite metaphor If I were to Dismantle your humanity To odyssey your prodigy What then, my friend? Bloodletting your penchant For secret solitary Crystallize with the hive Of your ingeniousness […]

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Contrary to Coda

— She longed for words Fearless in their love— No, not their love— Fearless in their loyalty To their meanings Modus operandi impetus Contrary to coda Regardless of apology Ciphers that take no prisoners Hindsight thrust like fists From minds to mouths Wisdom pressed like lips From the pulse to the pen The doctrine that […]

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i used to (c. 2016)

I published this poem in 2016, on or around the time of the presidential election. I distinctly remember wrestling with an unusually ominous feeling about the future. I composed this piece to give a voice to that raw, subconscious trepidation. It feels so eerie now, all things considered. Almost like an accidental, cosmic warning. Minus […]

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? ¿ (E) ? ¿

“A person comes into the kitchen to dry the hands, the face, to stand on the lip of a question. Around the face, the hands, behind the shoulders, yeasts, mountains, mosses multiply answers. There are questions that never run out of questions, answers that don’t exhaust answer. Take this question the person stands asking: a […]

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Operation EDEN

Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to turn Desiring this man’s gift and that man’s scope I no longer strive to strive towards such things (Why should the agèd eagle stretch its wings?) Why should I mourn The vanished power of the usual […]

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Therapy Session

I have something to confess Without coercion or duress And this isn’t easy for me in the least but— My therapist says that honesty is the best policy And apparently transparency is necessary For unabridged progression toward emotional prosperity And everyone knows  It’s wise to assign monetary value To psychological complexity And since no one […]

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April Fool’s Day of the Dead

Fame chasers time wasters Party favors straight razors Freedom fighters gas lighters Stockholm toxic shock syndrome Padlock ad hoc Semi automatic erotic asphyxiation Sociopathic sentimentality Karma police brutality Pathological shadow boxers Meandering neanderthals Nonsensical contingency plans Ash tray Wednesday Tommy guns and rose colored glasses April Fool’s Day of the Dead My funny Valentine’s Day […]

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Air drop apocalypse

“What? You seek something? You wish to multiply yourself tenfold, a hundredfold? You seek followers? Seek zeros!” – Frederich Neitzsche When left on read I will revel In the absence of shame I seek not to be ‘seen’ By these obnoxious beasts In their discount masquerade Nor need I invitation To their virtual circle jerks […]

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