There is a feeling of being watched.
Because of course, the watcher is watching.
But the watcher is the watched.
And yet the feeling persists.
Now the watching …
mtk, SF, 1996
watching and watched
10 Sunday Nov 1996
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come, It's Fall
01 Friday Nov 1996
I’ve come
many times
mindlessly
in the fall
when autumn has fallen
into its “n”
and october
breathed its last “errrrr”
into the lush warmth
of my woman’s insides
and it often
arrives
with
a rusty leaf
a golden crispy crackle of yellowing green
that burns well in winterous weather
in my minds stoven pipes
coming into the world
melancholic
as
november
The Storytelling is the Important Part
31 Thursday Oct 1996
The story telling is the important part
The story is the being is the telling. The telling is the being is the story. The story is the telling is the being. The being is the story is the telling. The telling is the story is the being …
the being is the telling is the story.
Not The End.
mtk, SF, 1996
my lie(f)
23 Wednesday Oct 1996
imagine if I were to collect every single word I wrote and saved over the last fifteen years and bound them into one very fat, long book.
I have dozens of stories, poems, journal entries, drawings, notations, thoughts,
words.
Suppose I were to collect all of this and then Bind it.
I could see an ordering using language (words are lies)
of my life.
of my lie(f).
Surviving the U.$.A.
20 Sunday Oct 1996
In the US, temperance of desire is necessary more than anywhere else because here, laxity of this temperance is observed as a vulnerability and an opportunity for commercial intervention.
This subsequently leads to the inflation of false desires and the inflation of the value of insignificant temporal things.
mtk, SF, 1996
Can it?
17 Thursday Oct 1996
me, fucked
16 Wednesday Oct 1996
what am I doing here?
12 Saturday Oct 1996
Marconi's First Words
28 Saturday Sep 1996
The Law Regarding Suicide
23 Monday Sep 1996
the long ing
22 Sunday Sep 1996
Posted in poetry
Moving Fast
01 Sunday Sep 1996
The Pursuit of Types
15 Thursday Aug 1996
The pursuit of types – harmonically convergent patterns – is invariably a looping process which is infinite in scope and variety.
So naming the loop at any given point is dangerous, at worst and wrong (i.e. the path toward falsity) at best.
mtk, SF, 1996
Epilogue
The pursuit of truth cannot involve types or patterns because these are statements of limitation.
each moment
07 Wednesday Aug 1996
pattern recognition
28 Sunday Jul 1996
Jung Discovered Nothing
15 Monday Jul 1996
the natural order
04 Saturday May 1996
Protected: Birthday Wish and Letter to Dead Charles Mingus
21 Sunday Apr 1996
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Collision of Tempo
12 Tuesday Mar 1996
Fake I.D. (for Tiana)
06 Tuesday Feb 1996
writers, directors and actors
25 Monday Dec 1995
a riddle
22 Wednesday Nov 1995
Rigo 95: More Marlboro Men Than Maos in China …, *surface,1995
15 Wednesday Nov 1995
Posted in clips, conceptual art, journalism, press clips, reviews, S.F.
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This was a very disappointing edit and when it appeared, I was enraged. My name was spelled wrong – and it’s the third typo on the page!
The first is in the image where the images of his work are labelled, “(Rigo)” – which isn’t his name, and shows the overactive hand of the newly minted fashion magazine’s editors –
whose next immediate typo is in the HEADLINE – an extra apostrophe where it should be “Maos”. The piece is also edited considerably from what I submitted and the editors took liberties adding and removing text that changed the meaning of full paragraphs. But anyway here is how it ran:
I began a friendship and apprenticeship with Rigo after this November interview, in the year 1996, which lasted ten years.
Memorandum
31 Tuesday Oct 1995
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To: William P. Martin
From: M.T. Karthik
re: poetry
I don’t need an agent so much as an organizer.
geoffrey goldman, goldberg, goldstein, goldy gold …
The poems should be organized into categories. All the love poems together. The war poems and death poems may be trysted with the questions that tether life and death to infinity but they must remain separate from the personal reflections to friends (save elegies of course which may be included for their gravity)
Poems on the nature of fruits, plums and vegetables (not fruits) must not fall under their own category.
Poems about places which include foreign locales (places that aren’t home) should go together but ought to be subcategorized between personal home poems and foreign locale poems in order to separate identity from geography.
These too (2) should be together and all of the groupings should have titles although individual works may be left untitled. Parenthetically, only one kind of poem may stand alone (although it may serve to introduce or conclude)
cold, alone, aloof and barren of the sensation of taste
or of beauty
alone
shall stand the poems about poems
themselves
la vida es un baile
10 Sunday Sep 1995
And in the only manoeuvre known to us
the steps seem limp and lifeless
for some they are full of purpose
but for most they are darkly lit
footprints
cut from cardboard and numbered
to guide the unwilling feet
lonely in their pursuit of peace
to have the choice
to elect
to not have to lead at all
simply to have the peace of mind to
be able to follow or
even just to stand still
and quiet momentarily
and listen to the music
the beautiful music
palindrome, a poem
08 Friday Sep 1995
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life is acheworthy
burning sometimes
and sugary
is time
noverything
feels
noverything
time is
sugary and
sometimes burning
acheworthy is life
shedding, 1995
25 Friday Aug 1995
we are born with millions of tiny hooks
cilia
they reach out from our skin
grasping and grapnelling
to anyone and anything
for influence
learning (in order):
mimic
critic
synthetic
at last we learn to comb our skins
clean
of hooks and hairs
so we might proceed naked
each day with our job
the happy business
of dying
Answering Machine Message
25 Thursday May 1995
Wynona
10 Wednesday May 1995
Andy’s dog Wynona is a knockout chocolate lab with a great temperament albeit an obsession with fetching.
and she reminds me of the tiny, white hairs on the black legs of my jeans that betray your dog
who slept with me last night whiile we dreamed of being in bed with you.
What it would say if it could would be delicious. It would slip around your lips like fingers tongues and teeth and cry at its loss of identity. Longing for it and whispering just the one thing:
“Give it to me”
a mi madre
22 Wednesday Feb 1995
Posted in poetry
in the future poets will spend a long time learning another language first.
They’ll study grammar and vocabulary and rules and regulations.
They’ll watch television in foreign channels.
water
will splash iodized out of their plastic cups
Then
they will write
so somebody will listen
and they’ll cry at night
weeping whimpering mewlish (crocodile?) tears
into a stuffed pillow
begging the world
(or at least publishers)
for a TRANSLATOR.
mtk1995, Quito, Ecuador
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