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Linh Dinh: Union End Postcards

by Borderless Bodies

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1.
Bardic C.V. 03:23
Barber slash shrink Nurse slash butcher Surgeon slash chef; He sang not of breasts but of breast bones Plumber slash philosopher Slasher slash slasher; He sang not of oceans or the open road but the pale sun rising on each thumb nail
2.
It's not about me, it's about God; Christians stand with Israel. You can afford a warm home!; Heaven is here if you want it. Blowout clearance closing sale; there's a correlation between ice cream sales and murders. These chatting jackals tranquilize the populace, kicking the can down the road. Got injuries? What's up with the stick? One end is for today, one end is yesterday. No means no! Sell your ugly house for cash NOW! Apartment burnt down due to defective microwave; we are bankrupt in every sense. This too is the new normal.
3.
Heavy dancing, dental mistakes, sperming and styling, low-down down payments. Oriental spider veins specialist, always open. Recesses probed, colons routed, forks angled. Hungry? Suicidal? We swap books. Lessons in cemetery lettering. Se habla Español. Prompt and discreet, gargantuan, we'll come to you to get rid of it. Birth and death stains removal, leaking beds and ceilings.
4.
Struck on the left, I grab my right side. Black-faced guerilla hidden in crevice fuzzy with hair. My right I can never espy what my left is up to. Diagram of uterus flooded with the blood of a tiger. Fiery channels concealed inside a small town's pair of jeans. Solomonic, an impartial baby, Neither breast preferred. A great mind must wait a thousand years to be squirted from the top of the meat tower. An objective observer, a face with no sides. Crawl, son. Crawl to me.
5.
Again, the short straw Squatting inside a fish, then Speaking engagement More fortunate than The dead and the living, these who will be aborted. First man, then woman Then man, woman, and golden Delicious apple. I know you. You are Said to be alive, though you Are deader than dead. Chewing in darkness, Men, women and animals Could scent each other. The first three men rolled With the first woman, to launch A nation of ants. If only the door To my mother's womb were shut No whoredom later Beneath her bruised heel, A garrulous serpent's head. No trophy virgin. The male addendum Made no sense whatsoever Before the spare rib. Steal from the ants, slugs! They got gas but no weapons Of mass destruction.
6.
Camden 01:23
On the day this country was born, I would not be in its birthplace but its prototypical morgue. Two bookstores in a city where Walt Whitman spent nineteen years and is buried. The very stern barkeep had this T-shirt on: "Practice safe sex, go fuck yourself." It does get lonely out here. You speak syphilis? Look, these are dentures. Her veins have collapsed. You're my husband! I saw you in a dream. American clothes are popular in Senegal.
7.
Chester 01:46
What Chester makes, makes Chester. Come on, sign our guess book! I'd love to spend money on both of y'all. Skull as pelvic girdle, dead head as live bottom. From my booty death will rise, sugar-sucker. Let's get back to progress, careful calculation. O I've always known they had to kill him. MUST SELL.
8.
Before, I was a miserly person dried up, stiff, stuck, completely wrung, stuttering, fanatical; but this morning my skin felt unusually cool and conscious. My body tingled. Suddenly I could speak and understand 2,000 languages. My soul blossomed, my breasts budded. I peeled back my foreskin to scrape clean all of my obsolete and labored presumptions. I could see very far away. I could sympathize with each strand of hair stranded on the skin of each person. Shuddering, I ejaculated for the first time in my life, into life. I just wanted to leap up to kiss everyone right away and be sucked by everyone on this Earth. I was willing to forgive and apologize to each toe joint on each person. Naked, I walk through the street as the very first human.
9.
A vigilant gun that always hits the right target, no matter what you're aiming at. A (base/foot)ball game that never ends. A computer that listens and blows you. Meat that cleans your teeth as you're masticating it. A truck so awesome, only the President of the United States of America's allowed to careen it. An airplane that never lands. Landmines made with dough, topped with mozzarella and all your favorite toppings. A sex doll with a mirror for a face. A sex doll with a Ph.D. A sex doll with adjustable skin tone. A sensitive sex doll that just wants to be friends.
10.
She always feels cold hands all over her body, on her neck and belly, on the inside and the outside of her thighs, on her burning face. "Don't ever think of yourself as old!" The old man advised before expiring on the carpet of the living room. An insistence of icy palms and fingers spreading, walking alone down a bright, familiar street
11.
The continuity of the mass murder looting project. Corporate and eternal war candidates; The Persian Gulf is our bloody bath tub Wringing oil from rocks and brewing it from maize we are are blind to corpses, even ones draped with our own flag. Every four years, boiling pots of possum brains, say 'I do' to your own rapist. Try the ass! Try the pachyderm! They're both a toxic bloody mess. Bon appétit!
12.
Newly born, breath taking, sick of living. Cold drops of water exploding. High heat, trembling beads, smoke and fire. Lips lumber day after day. Eyes, ashes, luxuries. Hair, sand and dust poofed. Bulging veins, leave-taking bones; bloody the body, always rhythmic. Skin the soul bohemian; dogs making love excruciating. Humans always near humiliation. Breasts singly all over; frozen happiness spread thin Memento mori on a mountainside without legs. Pillow I crave bit by bit. Male junk regalia; female, the last day of summer. Dead sticky rice stuck.

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An Alex Schaffer assemblage

Reterritorializations of work by Vietnam-born, South Philly-based writer, photographer, and concerned citizen Linh Dinh

Listening while reading the lyrics is recommended

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released January 1, 2014

Thanks to Linh for doing what he does every day, and for graciously letting me use this material

Thanks to Brenna Markey, Ted Schneider, Sam Greens and Jeff Hall for musical contributions

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