Cool Talks, Dead I Guess
“Chi-Lu asked about serving the ghosts and spirits. The Master said, ‘While you are not yet able to serve men, how can you serve ghosts?’ Chi-Lu then ventured upon a question about the dead. The Master said, ‘You do not yet know about the living, how can you know about the dead?’”
So says the Lúnyǔ; so says Kǒngzǐ; so says James Douglas Morrison, dead Jim after the bathtub and ever-27. So says Cool Talks, Dead I Guess.
The Messiah's Customary Diner Booth
Sit. The Messiah’s Customary Diner Booth welcomes you. Yes, you: no matter what truth you’re spinning, so long as you’re spinning it earnestly. You’ve got a place with these poems cast as an intellectual fossil record of shit and summoners and something that Rimbaud would probably like, poems as a gathering ground for Soviet spies and child prophets, disaffected professors and radiant spinsters. Share a soggy grilled cheese with drifters who could just as easily show up enshrined on a tablet of Sumerian pictograms as lounge in a 50s diner. We’re open all night.
Preorder now from Unsolicited Press, February 2021.
“if there’s one thing
the West has taught me it’s
that if you don’t stop burning
ain’t nobody going to
see your bones”