1-year Ptarmigan birthday today! Should I take Evening and Quail out of the drawer to tell them?
Tue, September 30 2003 » Evening/Quail » 3 Comments
All Right Who the Fuck is Evening and Quail, Buster Read some archival ptarmigan material. October was a good month for their antics, wooly and other wise.
Mon, July 28 2003 » Evening/Quail » No Comments
All Right What the Fuck Happened to Evening and Quail, Buster Oh, they’re still around. When once larval, always larval-though perhaps in different insectoid, mitochondrial form. Always a-new. Floating around function. Terraces of thought-sometimes geraniums, sometimes sumac. Wait, sumac doesn’t grow on windowsills! I wish I could sell them on a consistency of voice, but [...]
Mon, July 28 2003 » Evening/Quail » 1 Comment
Mixing the onyx dye. What a morning! The corvids in the lawn sight have never administrated the burning of Korans. So that’s good. They continue to unapologetically move nuts and skulls into the path of oncoming cars. The carrion (genetic lint) is organically certified. Able. The permafrost seems to be gone but who knows it [...]
Tue, April 22 2003 » Evening/Quail » No Comments
What will the end result be, all you tiger lemons? What spheres of influence will coast, what will fall? Grace’s lake has drained and a thousand clamor in marketplaces: “Here have this glass of water. It’s water. Water is good for you and also others.” Evening and Quail-the latter in partic.-have had ideas about the [...]
Sun, April 20 2003 » Evening/Quail » No Comments
Quail is free in a kind of “too poor to move away from the neighborhood near the trash incinerator, but hey, this is Amerigo” kind of way!
Wed, April 16 2003 » Evening/Quail » No Comments
So, the fonts are bleeding, changing colors. Well, not actually changing colors, but changing sides. Families. Fonts live in families, correct? I have no idea how or whether to resolve this. Evening — who has never really liked this anyway — says fuck it, let it slide, as it would, into the ocean, the coral [...]
Wed, April 9 2003 » Evening/Quail » No Comments
We’ve all gotten together and harnessed our love of France into a commune. It’s always been a commune of some sort, right? Evening and Quail have been laying low and for that there is apologies. Quail spent seven days on the permafrost, gathering soil samples for her collection. Evening has been working overtime, the extra [...]
Mon, April 7 2003 » Evening/Quail » No Comments
Ptarmigan classic II [10/9/1963 3:52:47 AM ] Jiminy cricket there sure are not very many highways outside the city limits. At least Ev’ says this will change. Eventually. She thinks that Robert Bly chap is quite the starfucker. And will never amount to anything. Aw, shucks, you’ve forgotten the catechism! Let’s all go down to [...]
Sat, March 15 2003 » Evening/Quail » 1 Comment
PTARMIGAN CLASSIC Stream content: [10/10/2002 1:15:07 PM ]Went with Quail to lunch today. I don’t know, some place with food and tables. There was service. She told me all about the minor details of her life, and then she said something about would you like to see the raccoon in my backpack. Is this some [...]
Sat, March 15 2003 » Evening/Quail » No Comments
A true dialog: Man, I’m going to get me one of those there literary movements, Quail says. How, Evening says. She doesn’t seem particularly interested. I think… and here Quail paused since I don’t think she was really sure. But after a little bout of computer Battleship, she had the answer or at least A [...]
Wed, March 5 2003 » Evening/Quail » No Comments
OK, crises averted… Coalition with frogs: BUILT Frogs everywhere: They are still everywhere but these species are migratory. Wouldn’t call them “pets” as they have minds other own. To celebrate we consumed new minerals. Theres tonnage of minerals out there, for “the taking” now! So many, so in fact it comes hard to read all. [...]
Wed, March 5 2003 » Evening/Quail » No Comments
And you thought I was joking. The frogs took away the Klink family palimpsests! If we let them win, they’ve already won.
Mon, March 3 2003 » Evening/Quail » No Comments
Mon, March 3 2003 » Evening/Quail » No Comments
Mon, March 3 2003 » Evening/Quail » No Comments
Mon, March 3 2003 » Evening/Quail » No Comments
ATTENTION! ALL POINT BULLETIN! The members of the board of Ptarmigan, upon assembly, have decided to announce the Toothpaste Poetry Project. Attention! To determine the matrices between dental hygenie products, and the purchase/creation thereof, and the development of a poetics that might be considered in any given day an “experimental” one. Products, after all, are [...]
Thu, February 27 2003 » Evening/Quail, Poetry » No Comments
Fri, February 21 2003 » Evening/Quail » No Comments
When Quail was vice president, she could go bowling any time she wanted. It was a special bowling alley right inside her bunker. & she could eat all the cotton candy she wanted to! Great job! there was a extra-super-secret Rose’s that she could shop (NASCAR t-shirts circa 1992, New Kids on the Block sleeping [...]
Wed, February 19 2003 » Evening/Quail » 1 Comment
re on what the fuck happened to me. I mean I tried to post but see I had this concussion! And the words weren’t coming out right. A bicycle-the Kitt of bicycles-slammed into me upon a mntn trail. It thought I was an international jewel thief. “No no the thief went that a way!” But [...]
Thu, February 13 2003 » Evening/Quail » No Comments
