His name is my name

So to kick off my weekly Speaking club, I had all the younguns pick out English names for themselves, partially because I remember so enjoying choosing a German name in middle school German class (Petra) and partially because I still can’t seem to remember Mongolian names to save my life.
Here is my current class roll:

Anna
Miranda
Meri (Mary)
Belle
Anika
Beth
Sarah I’m Happy
Kelli
Jana
Magge
Julia
Beyonce

Jabbawockeez

Michael Jordan

Harry Potter

John
Zack
Eliza Beth
Gloria
Carime

Jane
Eleina
Janna
Julie
Mary 2
Bella Swam

Angelina
Clarina
Any
Eric
James
Jonny
Kelly
Jordan
Janet
Katy
Karina
Boy Kate

Michael Jackson

Julie
Eva
Alice
and my personal favorite…
Jack Spicer

Found: The Last New York Notebook

TRANSCRIPT BY JESSICA MADISON
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PAGE 1

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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PAGE 2

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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PAGE 4

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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PAGE 5

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!

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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.