A line from Charles Mingus
 

Anybody can plan 
weird. In her later 
years she turned in-
wards, away from 
 
what used to be the 
conventional method 
of producing baby 
food, the folding/
 
unfolding of wax 
from the beehives of 
early punk rock. Now
she would fumble 
 
through her chests of 
drawers, picking out
things that caught her 
fancy: campaigns for 
 
voting system reform, 
the daily news talks of 
dictators, ritualized
violence against Chateaux 
 
which she would then 
combine. Some overlap & 
noise, but a different 
starter culture, a new time.

A line from Jackson Mac Low

Even a word for it.
Fratricide. The murder
of brother by brother.
Nothing new. But now

returned as redux Kale-
vala. The act turned into
a darkened prose poem
by a Finnish band; the

video & lyrics posted
to a books & literature
group on FaceBook. What
inflections we hear in

the rhythms, how ecstatic,
all wild & dark. But also
randomness. Words given
different etymologies or

simplified to syllables to
attract those bouncing
balls of karaoke. (&, within
parentheses, traces of the

social sounds of whales.) It
won't be long before the
plasma screens of mainstream
radio will be playing it.

defeatEd

©Mark Young