First Review of Slow Living by Notty Bumbo

Linearity is discouraged.
After an immersion in Slow Living, by Kenyatta JP Garcia, from West Vine Press
By Notty Bumbo
How he said it. How it got here, gets here, sends messages, goes sideways, across time and back, bounces history across personal synapses. This is a work unfolding, a journey despite its most ardent desire to locate a fixed point from which to observe, debate, break open anything within view or hidden behind unreason. From the Greeks to the Geeks, a brief mention of (the first) Hannibal, and never depositing two hundred dollars, Kenyatta goes and goes, his prose opposes fixed coordinates, this/these poems unfolding origami-like before the limits of understanding. A diary of mad fun and sullen rectitude, careening around my skull in philosophical glee. I suspect “JP” means Jet Propelled, or Just Perusing, or Jamming Profundity. I give this book an easy ninety-nine with a bullet– you can dance to it, all right, all night, outta sight!

Spoiler Free Star Wars Review

Spoiler free Star Wars review: if you like Star Wars then you got a Star Wars movie. There were stars and war. If you don’t like Star Wars this probably won’t jump start any kind of obsession with the franchise. If you could go either way then you might as well go this way unless you have better options then go that way. For me, of the rebooted franchises I prefer Mad Max Fury Road or maybe even Dawn of the Planet of the Apes. Nonetheless, anything beats the prequels so be happy with that. Also, if you like fascism then this is the movie for you. It’s fascism done right.

And the Circular

it was the obvious metaphor missed –

this is not europe

some things are too simple for straight shooters

 

cutting to the chase,

logic

begs for scissors

to be the legs

in heat one

of the race

but compass was opted for

and the circular

When Sometimes is All of the Times

sometimes

all there is to suffer from

is

from

Because Advertising is the Only Gospel to Give Credence To

free to weigh ourselves each morning

and again at night

free to document change

allow ups to be downs

to care more for those numbers

than the alphabets

built into bookshelves

and cave walls

Both These

take ownership of space

it’s all that can be had.

own place and position

take it

and tell time

the ride was worth every dime.

fortune

is lowered sip by sip

till the white bottom shows

again

justice

refills itself

and destiny

is the table

supporting both these cups.

Relying On

Relying on no entrance

thought becomes

is

and therefore

thinks for itself

 

Processing an exit

as continuity

 

Fearing its own disjoint

as the essence

of death

 

Which also has no reliance.

Common Era

Trees held without

a sigh

since the beginning

what the columns

of Heracles

have only begun

to do

but ask to become legend

And furthermore to take

from Atlas

his strain.

* * *

Perseus, Jason and Argonauts

were the first guerillas

put to labor

for wanting what was

justly due.

* * *

Gods no longer

mingle with humanity

fear of losing thrones

splitting inheritance

was too much

and even Jehovah

is a floating

trilemma

since the start

of this common era.

Now Available: Playing Dead

Now Available for Kindle

Playing Dead

an epic poem

So Readily

went to bed praying for more vocabulary

woke up to a new chess set.

black and white made their arguments in those same terms

and action almost won

without a single sound

but in joy finally gave in to ‘check’

before the eventual loss

to ‘mate.’

and that was the only time the right word

ever came so readily.