i did something interesting today. interesting to me. 12 years ago i bought a domain name because it was one letter off from the domain name of a well-known news web site. i never set up anything stupid on that site, i don‘t think, though i may have dabbled in domain name parking for a brief period just to see what it was about. the main bit of weirdness that arose from this near-news-site domain name was that i got letters to the editor from people who mis-addressed their e-mails. once i realized what was going on it did not last long, as i unplugged the e-mail altogether from the domain. over the past months i have raised my domain names from DNS-less oblivion and set them up with placeholder pages. i slowly fill those pages with things. random poetry and text matter, text splatter, toss-offs of wordribbons, dischoate excerpts from recent dreams, no explanation or need for such, just an attempt at the things text communicates better than anything: chaos. confusion. randomness. no visual art communicates chaos or randomness like text. most of these domains get no traffic. why would they? the near-news-url, though, it gets a couple of hundred visits a day, most if not all misdirected i assume, and the presence of anything at that url has the potential to be a nuisance. angry popup ads and “68 horny babes within 65 miles of you are chatting live“ porno scams. i mean no harm or dismay or disdain or negetration but i decided to address the audience that hits this heretofore-empty site with a doleful screen of rainy-morning poetry. it felt strange, walking around the rest of the day, wondering who landed at this address and stared at the screen, looking for a news product, confused or annoyed, i don‘t know which, i don‘t care which, but the lifting of obscurity into the realm of reasonably legitimate randomness was strangely inspiring.
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it is officially pants weather. time for pants. have i any pants? i do not know. it‘s been shorts or less for 5 or 6 months now, though the shorts are getting a little mangy. the morning effort at writing poetry felt natural, not least because i wore nothing on my body but because the window was opened and the cold, dank, humid tropical storm air blew over my stuff. the abruptionary weather has cause some of my bones to creak. the left knee was a weird tangle of cartilege bubbles and aching last night, and the left wrist is as much today. the other muscles of my body, the muscles in my mind, are similarly still, similarly floating in the near-deep .
