Work Period: 27 September 2021 - 3 October 2021

Work Period: 27 September 2021 – 3 October 2021
Written Format of Work Period Prose Poem

I design ANTISHOPLIFTING systems for mom-and-pop stationery stores to stop patrons from stealing pornographic magazines. The torrential rain we had on Friday morning drove a family of BRONTOSAURI out of the Late Jurassic epoch. These inquisitive sauropods are hell-bent on learning whether the men posing in adult publications are CIRCUMCISED. I drink a DESSERTSPOONFUL of absinthe and walk to the library to look up the reincarnation rate of dinosaurs. My EGGHEADEDNESS is rewarded with the following answer from Deuteronomy: the brontosauri can keep coming back until their souls achieve the spiritual level for which they are destined. Encyclopedias state brontosaurus brains are small, but I have never found a FOSSILIZED brontosaurus brain to prove it. I am the GHOSTWRITER for every winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature and hide behind a pair of cheap non-prescription reading glasses and HOUSEWIFELY chores. In between loads of laundry I randomly pick a park bench to sit on and lecture the pigeons about the aging INFRASTRUCTURE of the city’s roads, tunnels, and bridges. The flock JITTERBUGS during my talks to attract a larger audience and I sketch a KALEIDOSCOPE of illusions in the air to hypnotize our spectators. A gritty LUNCHEONETTE serves our group toasted pumpernickel slices and my infrastructure lectures transform into collaborative works of performance art. The local authorities recommend NEUROPSYCHOLOGICAL evaluations for all of us, and I put laxative powder in their coffee to teach them not to OVERPRESCRIBE. A waitress from the luncheonette is wrongfully prosecuted for PROSTITUTION and my colleagues and I hide a saw in QUICHE Lorraine and deliver it to her jail cell with other innocuous food items. She escapes and joins our troupe for a panel discussion reviewing the harmful consequences of RUMORMONGERING. I return to my studio and use pewter Monopoly tokens to recreate the SYMMETRY in Leonardo’s The Last Supper. I watch the TUMBLEWEEDS rolling along Peekskill’s sidewalks transform into human lives. Now we see the UNDERDOG collect the prize in public for the first time and her VICTORY equals the justice under our right hands. She disguises her purposeful works as madcap WANDERINGS and uses her XIPHOID process to attach mankind’s misgivings to her soul. The amount of time in one YEAR proves how small I am, and I build a mud replica of the Brooklyn Bridge on my dining room table to add ZEST to my home’s guts.

The title of this video features Verdana, a humanist sans-serif typeface designed by Matthew Carter. I record my voice using the Audio-Technica AT2020USB+ Cardioid Condenser USB Microphone and the Audacity software program.