In town for the Kristeva Circle Conference, where I'll be presenting on flamenco, the duende, and Kristeva's semiotic chora and abjection. 

In the meantime, though, this:

Memphis 

bugs buzz in the streetlights and i'm walking, walking far, i buzz buzz too.
two dollars for a soup bowl hot tamale hot wings in a paper thin buzzcut
razor’s edge and it’s ten o clock somewhere where i be
two chicken wings, 69 cents with that old school sign, that old kind
hey y’all know where i kin git some o dat yee thank yew baybee
hair piled so high atop the head and sprigs out-pfoof! up flouncing
pleshette is a nice kind of name and i didn’t know her but she died her for not too long
moths too the flame, you can see them swirling in them streetlights
cicadas, crickets, junebugs, some other bugs
i drip sweat, walked on far, train rumbles slow and scares me some when a truck stops by hey pretty lady yew want a ride? no thanks i like walking
(not now i don’t drip sweat drag tired feet)
yer gon’ walk? yew got quite a walk ahead’a ya
i know i didn’t know i knew i knewed it
looks like yew got some pretty comfrtable shoes
what?
looks like yew got some pretty comfrtble shoes
what?!
looks like yew got some pretty comfrtble shoes

i can’t hear you the train is too loud!
aw yew kin just leave that honey, but bring the coins up here
we’re talkin waffles 24 hours but only when the door’s thrown
spider the size o my hand
dew that sits, kissed, sweet spectre outta shakespeare come to take me to the holy land: two thousand fifteen is HIS year sign says
move on then, plastic doggie and the reals with solemn eyes
junebug!
more frightnin then the men
juuune
bug
spider the size o my hand
and i’m not kiddin y’all
i buzz i
buzz
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