Unlikely 2.0


   Sex with you is a Kafkaesque experience. —Woody Allen


Editors' Notes

Maria Damon and Michelle Greenblatt
Jim Leftwich and Michelle Greenblatt
Sheila E. Murphy and Michelle Greenblatt

A Visual Conversation on Michelle Greenblatt's ASHES AND SEEDS with Stephen Harrison, Monika Mori | MOO, Jonathan Penton and Michelle Greenblatt

Letters for Michelle: with work by Jukka-Pekka Kervinen, Jeffrey Side, Larry Goodell, mark hartenbach, Charles J. Butler, Alexandria Bryan and Brian Kovich

Visual Poetry by Reed Altemus
Poetry by Glen Armstrong
Poetry by Lana Bella
A Eulogic Poem by John M. Bennett
Elegic Poetry by John M. Bennett
Poetry by Wendy Taylor Carlisle
A Eulogy by Vincent A. Cellucci
Poetry by Vincent A. Cellucci
Poetry by Joel Chace
A Spoken Word Poem and Visual Art by K.R. Copeland
A Eulogy by Alan Fyfe
Poetry by Win Harms
Poetry by Carolyn Hembree
Poetry by Cindy Hochman
A Eulogy by Steffen Horstmann
A Eulogic Poem by Dylan Krieger
An Elegic Poem by Dylan Krieger
Visual Art by Donna Kuhn
Poetry by Louise Landes Levi
Poetry by Jim Lineberger
Poetry by Dennis Mahagin
Poetry by Peter Marra
A Eulogy by Frankie Metro
A Song by Alexis Moon and Jonathan Penton
Poetry by Jay Passer
A Eulogy by Jonathan Penton
Visual Poetry by Anne Elezabeth Pluto and Bryson Dean-Gauthier
Visual Art by Marthe Reed
A Eulogy by Gabriel Ricard
Poetry by Alison Ross
A Short Movie by Bernd Sauermann
Poetry by Christopher Shipman
A Spoken Word Poem by Larissa Shmailo
A Eulogic Poem by Jay Sizemore
Elegic Poetry by Jay Sizemore
Poetry by Felino A. Soriano
Visual Art by Jamie Stoneman
Poetry by Ray Succre
Poetry by Yuriy Tarnawsky
A Song by Marc Vincenz


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Sensory Experiments
by AE Reiff

     The janitor of our building sold his thumb.
     He winked at me with one last tear before he sold his eye.
     Part diminished, he said, "when I'm a uniped I'm assured three meals a day on the government and a bed."
     Ladies sold embryos to make high powered dope.
     Life was a commercial venture, whether howling in Paris or a gibbon somersaulting at home.
     Smart investors bought up futures in what I got for free, unless you count peace an asset or awareness of eternity.

     Civilized war brought progress to the poor as pathologists worked to make things safe.
     With all the knife wounds Saturday night, you'd think they'd be satisfied and not cry out for artificial orgs, triple by-pass computer assisted senses and micro-circuit implants up the nose.
     These enable you to smell if you go out, but if you never leave the house bottled scents can give you worth: cornfields, water, moonlight, daughters.
     If you do go out into the rank, rotting melons, insecticide and sycamore will be yours, but if a painted woman walks by, cover up your nose or you may die.

     The result of sensory experiments heightened with computer assistance was a world gone synesthetic.
     Tests conducted on the painted woman found a host of emotions imparted to the nose vibrated aurally to fingers and toes.
     There's a lot we do not understand about our world.
     Counter stimuli confused the Board of Science, so parents were forbidden to read the Bible and boiled life down to these essentials:

     Divided into goods that were but aren't, three dollar gas, nickel bus rides, unfiltered cigarettes, pastured cows, we no talk buffalo or eagle feather, but unaerated butter and natural weather, minus the species of the Amazon, divided by one third oxygen.
     The scarcer the commodity the higher the price, so buy oxygen futures and body parts.
     Scarcities remain in real chrome, dissidence and natural fear.

     Do not forget the apple ripe that Caesar put to bed.
     What was there to get up for?
     Sky was glass, weather tepid, earth cement, fire wasn't needed.
     Discoveries made life safe for living, so they numbed brain centers.

     My neighbors had it done.
     One saw a stray cat, came running to my door.
     What is it? What is it? she shrieked.
     All summer that cat had lain asleep,
     but it awoke to cock an eye,
     stretch on its perch the way a hawk upon a cliff would launch.


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