A Perpetual State of Disorientation

This is exactly and why not imprecisely nothing more, nothing less than what Hamlet was getting at while Frank was handed his pre-show cocktail, yes, indeed, sir, no, no, no, don’t you remember? Don’t you recall? (What you said to me in the tunnel). The echo reflected in my scones, skull bones, Entertain to not or entertain to, objective is the that. WHAT AM I THERE FOR E I AM. I wasn’t asking you to chant… but if you want to that about do I can what? Happily shaking your body

The bed is not the same

If I could remember my dreams with regularity perhaps I could be sure of having dreamed that this would happen. But I only suspect it, I cannot say it with confidence, lest I be struck down by some force of which I am ignorant but which I suspect is there, recording everything into a ledger, a series of ledgers rather, a library housed not on this planet but elsewhere in the vast spaces beyond. There it is recorded that I dreamed or that I did not dream that this would happen to my bed, that it would be misshapen in this way, after I had been away. How long have I been gone, anyway, I should have been wearing a wristwatch, I should have taken my cell phone, I should have checked the clock before I left, but I am so thorough, so detail-oriented, that I had to finish the job and finish it well. Not a hair is out of place. And who will know it? Who will see my work? It’s laughable, all of it. And yet, I don’t feel like laughing. It’s out there, the work, it’s all out there. All you have to do is walk into the woods, of course there is no path, there are no markings. You would have to know where I went I suppose, and I don’t have the time to tell you about that. If I did, I wouldn’t be able to complete nearly as many projects, and of projects I have more than I can hope to complete in my lifetime. What gets me, though, is the shape of this bed. It once was a square. Rather, it was a rectangle, but the corners were square. They were squared, rather, with a dee at the end. Though the corners did not come to a perfect point but where rather rounded, as befits a bed, there should be nothing sharp about a bed. But my bed should be a little bit sharper than it has become. I can hardly see. I suppose night must have fallen. I would do good to install a window in this room.

fall slip sleep

And here we are again, great elephant says floating heavily, humidly, back to the forefront of the mind and back and forth like a pendulum he swings and time comes back to mind oh they were always theirs in their way but now here they are in mine

Frustrated immobilized forced to lie down and force myself to conceive of relaxing muscles, muscular system, floating tightly at the border of strangulation and sleep suddenly comes to my

open closet forty meters high black & white up on the door sits a leg-swinging faceless despondent man a woodcut humming dark matter static in the window filtered streetlamp illumination

here I am dripping dreams losing control, falling back again into the dark where the big energy generates gigantism slow motion pistons pumping process of steam crystallization fogging the forging the memory

as near velvet black as night snow

Appearing in person in the USA

Big Kitty will be performing four concerts in the USA.

At all performances Big Kitty Clark requests that all attendees be vaccinated adults (or masked children for the all-ages shows)

13 August – 33 Arts. Santa Rosa, California. 7PM. All ages.

27 August – Sluggo’s Vegan CafĂ©. Chattanooga, Tennessee. 7PM. All ages.

3 September – Cherry Street Tavern. Chattanooga, Tennessee.

4 September – The Pilot Light. Knoxville, Tennessee. 18+