Win On Diagonals

May 29, 2009

A personal Giglioscene period (punctuated with loose white straw fists of hair)

Filed under: Prosperity — dom @ 7:14 pm

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5-29-069

By: Domenic Maltempi

A personal Giglioscene period (punctuated with loose white straw fists of hair)

I’m glad something gave me courage

Something besides the wet pills on a ruined desk

Cursing manuscripts

in lopsided dialects spoken to hardly anyone present, or in fact there

Nuzzling lickspittles

are calling my shots

it’s not even summer with your hammer dress

buffeting a new skinned confused blue wave

Flowers refusing to cooperate

Retired in two amorous warring hands

It won’t matter how they die

What colors for, there for that, and that and that and that

It will matter what color you will die for

scratch that scratch that

As….what color as

I’m not going fine fine prevarication waltzing with your upset Viennese all-star target practice

I don’t want to meet you in the park with your secret service jokes

My life insurance is stale

They get you with the appetizers and watered down drinks

before the train sunset quarrels continue

and they do, and you’re fingers aren’t fast enough

slick tar circumference intuition rides coach for free

A hunch

That’s what father Rictus wanted me to call it….

‘that’s not a guess Mr. M

That’s a hunch, and keep like that

Take off that glove

Now give it to me!

And the more we screech for nothing the more we’re not worth it

2. I don’t know what each finger weighs

The ones that are no longer there

Still recalling a certain plunging you

My motherhood still in your sympathetic chest

That was note, above…. But I only wrote the first letter of the first word

Back of Bamboo rolling papers, useless to me

More fey eyed clock racket quiet

god I want you

this party is being superimposed

it’s just terrible

losing you’re buttons

I’m waiting in something called the Lido Lounge

May 22, 2009

poem

Filed under: Prosperity — dom @ 10:29 am

Nixon Birds at a Quaker Pig Out
by: Dom Maltempi
5-22-09

one grandmother
a harridan who had recently made a doll of me using broken children
lied to her granddaughter
through her teeth
\ all of them
not about what’s in a ‘Golden Gate’ shot
she stopped caring about those years ago
but about the source of a crackling whoosh
of a spoiling din
the sound did not issue from three great gray birds moving to Los Angeles
as she reported
her voice modulating in a sweet sifting high octane wheedle snap
but rather the sound of pork flesh and grease
a
skillet gusher stove fire
not great birds moving
a stove fire
black and used red
a retiring sponge’s malodorous song done in smoke
i heard it all over the phone
before cooling my brow
thin cold white towel hangover eyes

May 21, 2009

Destroy Finance Capitalism, or be destroyed

Filed under: Prosperity — dom @ 9:44 am

The cheerleaders applauding a bubble economy as “wealth creation” (to use one of Alan Greenspan’s favorite phrases) would like us, their audience, to believe that they knew that there was a problem all along, but simply could not restrain the economy’s “irrational exuberance” and “animal spirits.” The idea is to blame the victims – homeowners forced into debt to afford access to housing, pension-fund savers forced to consign their wage set-asides to money managers for the large Wall Street firms, and companies seeking to stave off corporate raiders by taking “poison pills” in the form of debts large enough to block their being taken over. One looks in vain for an honest acknowledgement of how the financial sector turned into a Mafia-style gang more akin to post-Soviet kleptocrat insiders than to Schumpeterian innovators.

The post-bubble tomes assumes that we have reached “the end of history” as far as big problems are concerned. What is missing is a critique of the big picture – how Wall Street has financialized the public domain to inaugurate a neo-feudal tollbooth economy while privatizing the government itself, headed by the Treasury and Federal Reserve. Left untouched is the story how industrial capitalism has succumbed to an insatiable and unsustainable finance capitalism, whose newest “final stage” seems to be a zero-sum game of casino capitalism based on derivative swaps and kindred hedge fund gambling innovations.

May 15, 2009

The Indiana Wizard of OZ festival is only a few crumby months away

Filed under: Prosperity — dom @ 7:23 pm

http://www.wizardofozfestival.org/

As promised

dom maltempi

May 7, 2009

Dom Maltempi tackles Theatre Critisism… Ends up just sounding pissed off

Filed under: Prosperity — dom @ 2:14 pm
 

My Review of Object Collection’s Problem Radical(s)
 
Presented by and at Performance Space 122, 

I re-echo some of the thrust of the writers evaluation of ‘Problem Radical’s.’ At times this play made me viscerally  angry, an anger devoid of any redeeming tension brought on by some perplexing and fatiguing yet engaging interplay between text, sound, general art direction and so forth.
 
One should not try the intermedia play thing for TWO HOURS unless you have something, anything, to bring some sort of fluidness or ‘bonding’ to it. There was something twistedly mundane about this two hour  wading into a paste-board avant-schlock ‘opera.’ There were some strong acting performances, particularly when actors were working together  (seldom seen ). Sure, I dug some of the writing, and at times interesting sing-song fleshy-automatism redolent in the the delivery of lines. Hey man…. I like experimental theatre ok!  The constiuents parts of the perfromance only excerbated a siren like redundancy about it’s essential movements. 
 
 I also enjoyed the costumes, that added some great visual interest.  Sadly, these interesting costume changes became a bit overwhelming and therefore added to the overall underwhelming effect of the play in general. ‘Got nothing to say, or do, or someone to interact with…? Just change your F$&(#$! clothes.  These incessant changes seemed to further add a touch of ouch to a painful performance.  The play was a punctuated cold slap of inchoateness that struggled so hard to make a critique . ..a statement, paint a picture..of WHAT: The reification of everything, inter-era urban problems, dehumanization of work, lifestyle calcification in the dilapidated future-past-present ?
 
Finally, that extremely predictable gluing of sheets of paper on the board upstage that eventually showed us a couple in a flying saucer, in some ways exlemplified what this play radiated overall: a rather staid and predictable set of programmatic images playing at frenetic art, a static image of a UFO that will never fly , it’s passengers abandoned. The final composite image was all glued up quiete  The music was just a lot of bombastic chugga riffage that hardly corresponded with what was going on, which would be impossible, because nothing really happened.

 

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