American Meat.

By d.

how it comes of blood.

how it comes of bleeding.

meat.

meat.

american meat.

how it comes with feeling.

like you eat the way the slaughterhouse felt/feels.

it’s in the meat, like a secret

ingredient the FDA doesn’t wanna talk about. and it becomes you. and u wonder, y am

i so sad?

u go 2 the dr.

and you trust what comes in an orange plastic bottle with a nice white paper label and
directions for use in the typography of impartial findings.

slowly, your systems get confused-­‐-­‐is that cancer, some disease, or just another
expectation of me?

don’t be embarrassed. they’ll clean your bedpans, mop up the blood you come of, open
you and brace you open, and cut out of you the stuff you’re made of, throw it out, a barf
of surgery. you’re just hunks of made the easy way. and your funeral is the big show.

or someday, language will say these things. and we’ll see ourselves in its mirror like
things we never stood for.

like another war, and another war.

death before the bastard’s innocence.

Forgiveness?

like emptiness. like arduousness and emptiness, trying and trying and emptiness, and
trying and trying and trying and emptiness, and trying and trying and trying and trying…
and emptiness.

look!-­‐-­‐a dot.

or peephole.

animals!

cobra, phoenix, amoeba. mule deer, monkey, bee, moth, mammoth, giraffe, wolf-­‐-­‐ different things in different spaceships. be made, remade of cantaloupe and cucumbers,
of avocado and almonds, nuts and kale and flax seed, kelp and tomatoes and sea salt and lettuce and cayenne pepper.

robot and his monkey brother.

and lo!-­‐-­‐the sun doth riseth, a wailing, wasted ball of drunken water on fire, less
idealism, merely, and the ponderosa’s sap is hot and flowing, it flows, in the sunlight
glowing, and the mosquito is fat on blood and on the ponderosa napping when-­‐-­‐poor mwah-­‐skweet-­‐O!-­‐-­‐he is trapped in hot drip of sap avalanche and preserved for 40 million years.

 


d. is a graduate of the University of California, Davis and the University of Virginia, Charlottesville.  d.’s work has appeared or is forthcoming in Tattoo Highway, Fringe, The Collagist, Orion Headless, Birkensnake, and other places. d. lives on the river in Portland, Oregon.

An Interview with Astral by Matt Mowatt.

Described as maintaining a “rightful place at the crossroads of the shoegaze and post-punk revival” Astral’s 2011 release, “Forever After” from Vibraphone Records feels like a fast ride through a field full of flowers. The band currently lives in San Francisco and frontman, Dave Han took a moment to talk to Matt Mowatt about the project.

https://the22magazine.files.wordpress.com/2011/09/narcissus-by-astral.mp3%20

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New work from Leilani Bustamante’s upcoming show: PREY.

From her upcoming show Prey, opening at Modern Eden in San Francisco.

Prey: The shroud that is the modern world requires us as a species to trade our primeval urges for polished surfaces, a carefully controlled construct to mask the suppression of our nature as animals. For underneath we all rage, quietly delighting in instinctive, unyielding behavior intrinsic and vital to our own ilk. It is only when we remove this polish to explore these denied implications that we ultimately succumb to our animal selves.

ABOUT THE ARTIST: Leilani Bustamante was born in Santa Rosa California and is a graduate of the Academy of Art University, San Francisco.  She grew up between the suburban sprawl and rural Fort Bragg, where she draws inspiration from their simultaneous decay and growth.  Her work often voices themes of mortality exploring elements of death, rebirth, beauty and spoil, the loveliness of the macabre and the mournful influence of osteological motifs. She currently lives and works in San Francisco.