The Fifteenth: Space is the Place, time is the crime. Planet
Earth is doomed and there’s nothing the Overseers can do. The only hope for
humanity in the insanity is the cosmic vibration of the Sun Ra Arkestra and their
double breasted spacecraft. They will bring about a new consciousness through
isotopic transmogrification . Or something like that.
Near Home the gigantic
Lowri had replicated twice. There were now three gigantic Lowris. Or could it
be that the other two gigantic Lowris had always been there, but were obscured
from my consciousness by rogue particles gravitating towards the Deleted Beach
at the heart of Home. This is a true story. Close to the first gigantic Lowri I
found an abandoned street poodle on wheels. The poor pooch had broken his neck.
I lifted the unfortunate beast delicately and carried it across the road. It
was clearly dead, but perhaps it had never really been alive. I tried to tend
his mortal wounds as best I could, and propped his head at a more natural angle.
He was pleased to be placed next to his new mistress, staring up at her in
admiration. I titled this spontaneous street installation “Now I wanna be your
green poodle dog.” The people were pleased: two young Japanese girls were so
tak
en with the wonderful wooden poodle that they snapped pictures to take home
so that they could marvel at his greenness and share it with their friends. Kawaii!!
Luckily a couple of my friends were nearby, Whitney Bluzma the feminist bassist
of the dada sticky ILL band, and her boyfriend Jason. I asked Whitney to take a
picture of the wonderful wooden poodle in his new location so that I could show
you as I thought you’d enjoy this scene. The intense gravitational pull of the
three gigantic Lowris was hard to escape, but I managed to run away again.
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