Impressions

Introducing the dark inner workings of the Mongolian 13 year old.
Non Sequiturs ahoy!

“I will study at Harword.
Mongolia is will be 30,000 very much.
The world will be no water.
I love world and Mongolia.”

“I will speak like Jessica.
And Anna Sui makes fragrance. It’s very nice.
Today is!”

“Are you reading Secret? I’m forgot it’s writers.”
(ed: please lord let her not be talking about what I think she’s talking about.)

“Sports and Sportsman.
Sports, it is great.”

“I domesticate a fish.
I have many fish.
But I want domesticate a fish.”

(I have entitled this one, “Also”)
“I love animals. If I was animal, I will eat grass.
Because I can’t eat grass.
Grass is green and bitter but I’m person.
I will eat grass when pigs fly.
So, I don’t like grass, but grass is very nice.
Also, Laugh makes me happy, but Cry makes me sad.”

“My love boy. My love boy name is Amargabat. ❤ He is 15 years old. He is very best boy. So very cute boy. We broke up with after 7 month. We first met. I tried to forget him but I couldn't. I decided to wait for him. I'm still waiting for him…What should I do? Can you give me some advice Jessica please???? THIS IS MY DREAM."

And scene.

Found: The Last New York Notebook

TRANSCRIPT BY JESSICA MADISON
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The Family (with thanks to Orion):

-the Indio or Mojave desert
-BATTLE BETWEEN LIGHT AND DARK
-Ted “Bear Jokes” Papa
-Hi welcome to Cuzin’s!
-RIVAL CULTS (scientology building over the ol’ swimmin’ hole, fasting cult)
-“Reverend”–“YOU’RE BREAKING THE RULES!”
-“Aunt Granny”
-ragtag uniforms, sex parties
-two kids born into cult “Fizzle and Pappy”

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Scientism
-“But I’m a Scientist!”

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PAGE 3

An essay (prompt by Paul):

Q:At the beginning of the 21st century, we look back upon the early days of modernism with a nostalgia for its industry, in that it stands as a symbol for something more innocent than the societal processes which have taken its place. In this essay, you are tasked to pair an early invention/system/convention of the 20th century with its contemporary correlate and explain their relevant similarities/differences.

A: TAFFY + FIZZIES = FAFFY + PIZZLES

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Meanwhile…

A Treehouse in Brooklyn!
(sponsored by PBS)

(Ed: here I attempt to draw the PBS logo from memory, and it looks like this:

Treehouse into the ecoparadise! PARK SLOPE/BERKELEY BIODOME (rest of U.S. on fire)
WE NEED PUPPETS! AND JOKES!

(Ed: then Nick draws Park Slope (coop) connected to Berkeley (compost) by a long arching hamster tube, underneath which are guns, fire, and skulls. I can’t reproduce it.)

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AUNT GRANNY: SEXUAL UBERMENSCH
-pantsuits
-aviators
-smoking a pipe
-advanced audio-visual room
-sometimes really into cooking
-george foreman grill

(Ed:

and

there it is.)

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PAGE 6

Dad owns oxygen supply company
-oxygen tanks
-and nitrogen

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Fuck it: The Literalist Poems

Because there’s no way I’m going to bother to do anything with these before I leave.

The Literalist Poems
written by me: Jessica Madison

1)Manifesto:
A Manifesto is something you put at the beginning so you can tell everyone.

2)Halloween:
Halloween was such a long time ago, and yet, not that long ago.

3)The Sun:.
The sun will not die for at least a while.

4)I’m so sorry:
I’m really sorry.

5)Him:
At least we’re better than He is.

6)Halloween 2:
Halloween was about five months ago, both a long and a short time.

7)Are:
You guys Presbyterian?

8)Chicken Soup:
When there’s chicken in that soup, it’s chicken soup.

9)The Rain:
I hate that rain.

10)Note to Jessica:
This is a note to say that I went to the coffee shop.

11)The Note:
It’s nice to get a note.

12)I’m trying to move this person:
Excuse me. Could you move?

14)All Natural:
That means it actually happened.

15)Chicken Soup 2:
There’s chicken in that soup.

16)Man Hats:
I’d say we’ve seen five so far.

17)Dear God:
I agree with everything you’ve been saying.

18)Actually:
Means it actually happened.

19)Abstracts:
Except for…

20)Blood:
That’s blood!

For more information regarding The Literalist Movement, contact your local blogging chapter.

To Her Andrew Marvell

Did it work? Did she put out? Please let me know ASAP (that’s as soon as possible), I don’t have a lot of time.
Love,
Jessica Madison

Save the Children

Yesterday my good buddy Christine Kanownik and I were (somehow) allowed to guest lecture in our friend’s Women in the Creative Arts class at Brooklyn College. We lectured about some American Poetesses, and we named our lecture Iconic Figures: Women in American Poetry, or WOMYN. It was all very Grandma Moses.

Some Inspiring Visual Excerpts from the Powerpoint constructed by Ms. Kanownik:

“Battle Hymn of the Republic”: written by a lady!

“Emily Dickinson in a Factory with Ezra Pound on a Leash” and “Emily Dickinson with Dogs Playing Poker” by co-buddy Paul Legault

This lady does erasures and things of Emily Dickinson with thread! Her name is Jen Bervin and her book is Nets.

We also did a bit of this.

And this.

And, sigh, this.

Then class became over, successfully proving to everyone once again that Poetry ended sometime in the 1960’s, and that the female brain can’t conceptualize the passage of time, because our skulls are too soft.

Best American Cutest Cranky Grandma 2011 Gwendolyn Brooks concurs (but does not object), and furthermore thinks you should all be ashamed of yourself and your sexual jazz music.

I think it’s pretty nice to teach adults.

Important Poetry Announcement

My dear buddy Paul Legault and I have been incorporated into The Sensational Food-I-Corp Publishing Enterprise for our collaborative piece of confrontational clowning.

An axe in one hand…a rabbit…in the other hand…

Guestblogger: Billy Collins

Hey fans! Jessica Madison here, hoping that you’ll join me in welcoming to https://jessicamadison.wordpress.com our new guest blogger, Billy Collins. Take it away, Billy!

Hi, I’m Billy “Le Collins” Collins of “Poetry,” introducing a poem written by and for myself, Billy “Le Collins” Collins. Here it is:

A Poem
by Billy “Le Collins” Collins

after Billy Collins

O, I DIDN’T SEE YOU THERE, BILLY COLLINS

As I sat, masturbating
at my typewriter
I noticed that you were there,
even though I didn’t see you.