Friday, November 17, 2017


Anti is a late-Aughts web-journal edited by Stephen Schroeder. It's now off line. I've salvaged this When You Bit... sonnet, published here in Anti, from the Wayback Machine.

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

...and two more "Meat Sites"...

With other things which have manifested, gratefully, on Doc Player, I now have sites (or, as I call them, Meat Sites) set in place for Posit alone, and for Rising in Scorpio. Many thanks to those who aided us in uploading the pdfs to the site...

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

The Art Recess 6 Experiment

Someone was nice enough to re-publish the Posit Trilogy Argotist E-Books pdf on Doc Player. I noticed that Doc Player embeds are rather sturdy looking, more so than embeds from Scribd, Calameo, and the like. So, I took Art Recess 6, which was Nick Gruberg's Free School blog back in the day, and transformed it into a solid shrine for the Posit Trilogy pdf. As to what might happen to Art Recess 6-as-Posit Trilogy shrine over a long period of time- seems interesting to me. I've never made an entire site from one text before. How to insure traffic? If I can get a reasonable amount of traffic on there at least some of the time, Art Recess 6 may stand as my proudest Blogger moment yet. We'll see...

Thursday, November 9, 2017

The Motel Starts Telling Again...

Reb Livingston's No Tell Motel was off the air for a considerable duration of time. It is now back on the air, with archives intact. Five poems from When You Bit... are included: Big Black Car, Back of a Car, Blue Monday, Framed, and Sunny Afternoon. Thanks, Reb!

Tuesday, November 7, 2017

The Posit Trilogy on Doc Player

The Posit Trilogy, the original Argotist Online pdf, on Doc Player, and embedded from Doc Player. 

From Under the Knife


Her money, she repeats to herself, connects her
to the whole world. She still sashays into
Joan Shepp on Walnut, even if she can't
buy anything. The fabrics, the cuts of the
dresses- this is who she is.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she
knows she's been tossed like a rogue piece
of fabric, & the hands that cut her have made
her inelegant. To handle this cloth with dishrag
hands, is to wade knee-deep into the darkness
of the suburbs, frozen like jell-o around her.

Under the Knife

A razor was placed on a table outside-
someone handed it in. From that moment
forward, everyone at this Starbucks (the
staff) were considered under the knife.
They were all young enough to be my
kids, and they all got hit before we could
make any arrests. I still get my coffee there
every day- the replacements are (as usual)
the same kids all over again. The point (for
me) is that this is a far uglier world than most
people believe it to be. The older you get, the harder it is to take.

Monday, November 6, 2017

Another tool for the shed...

Another tool for the proverbial shed is this site, which offers solidly backed-up pages, easy access, and a promise of staunch support over a long period of time. This is crucial to satisfy the architectural impulse... happy holidays.