4 mal,

If we cannot look out for our best friend’s interests and yet consider ourselves advocates of one world as a united community of beings what do we do next? The entire human race has much ground to cover, I do. Selfishness still runs rampant, still runs our lives.

-Timothy Dowling Crisp


fo[u]r
stick lips
asking
waking
question[s]
answer[s]
no
one
around
mark[s]
time
to stop speaking
adorning
me
smthrngyrlps

our[secrethiding]s
pace re
introducing
ou[r]
lip[s][o]
‘hello’‘hello’
‘it’s been longer than soliloquies’
‘ivory black beeswax longeron thapsus somnifies’
‘how do i you?’‘how do you do?’

a sleep
in hsbd ie
not
hers
i am judas
time pass
ing
ed
2gther
4 us
hs [best][girl] friend [s]
mutually thieving 1
decieving another
him wanting
canthappenis

betrayal

‘judas keep yr mouth
shutan douto fo[u]r business’

some
1s best
now problem else

judas: due to nature
of
hs work doing best job
rockn
rolling[IIlllate4rock]
leadst
bedding
roll
intro
trans [forming] [selfishun]
guilta [loading guilt]
nothers
pain

??????????????
nod uhh friend
ass hole fey all
hole in hull
shipsinking frr
end 2x thieved
b for other tye
mmmay was
he don’t even
no t hises my
trade…errrrrrrr
whtm eye
doing w eye
my still here
??????????????

yr
lip
marks
stick
lipsonecks
fo[u]r
a
sleep hs
be not hrs
good
buy
lips
time
passing
out

no lip sex is tbutn ot best no
bests friends i [m] friend judas

jesus—hears a flour east erregular can
dee plastic gr[eat][ass] put on yrpjams

i butt on up un do w n shirth a[n]ging
cleanlaundry nose autumn misting ease

shouldbe perpetually
is
ing spear [not] ment


hs bed
antarctica 1477
hrsas judas

fo[u]r lips one [two] branded

[pomo]
r e a l ?

3 plus 1
ox blonde
lox
ondoorshould be

not

speaking secret image

love
beauty

sun sky trees bathing grass bird peacing stalks
book brook deer rabbit drinking running corn
alive! alive! alive!

adultery
not really lipsightmind
out
speaking life keeps
secrets best friends and lips which
six speak[s] loudest

dead
languages keep secrets
species dont rotten slowmotion

judas and
you and
we not

breathing with dirt[ee]
mouths



sotai forbid steel ex

sry,
s

thursdayday poem thanks pill grams

fo[u]rth day after
wed nes day day
november almost
december


eatingoods baked evrystep wtch
out w out aborted feet[eye] fr ee
mulsificationsbetter

wtch th
co lesster allevels heard
its gna rain eat
in brothers
dnas good for de
roofinn
roofs r nice too
fr that

hows the little ones tasting hope
ththr good wouldnt
want m wasted n tasted

bad




but







we r still cannibalizingr
brothers n sisters

Sam Schild

Artist Statement

this is the artist'statemetnthat I sent to euphemism, ISU's literary magazine. I hope they don't not publish it because it is too ridiculous or something like that, but from what I hear from my sources they will publish it, so cool.

I am not an artist. We are all artists. I sit and I drink coffee in the morning and I think about things and then they get written down. I think about many things, but lately I have been thinking about the whole world and that is what I write about. That is what these pieces in this journal are about.

I do not want to explain my poems or short piece of fiction, really. But I do want to say that nothing is really all that beautiful because everything else is just as beautiful. Except for humanity. Humanity is pretty ugly.

I write in a notebook that does not have lines. It is really not all that liberating, but I just think lines are kind of jerks, so I avoid them. I avoid all kinds of lines, not just lines on a page: fast food lines, border lines, etc. Lines are jerks.

I hope to one day start a movement. We will not really be going anywhere but we will be moving faster than everyone else. Moving places, everywhere, is what we will be doing. Move over, we are lost. Without maps and compasses and lines we know exactly nowhere we are going.

I would sing our anthem right now but we don’t have one yet, Ian Reynold is writing that hit right now, MTV here we come.

Also, when I die, I want Tim Crisp to write my memoirs, pretending to be me still alive.

We are doing things because no one else wants to do those things. We will do absolutely nothing because no one does everything. Be on the lookout for us. Read more poetry. And lined pages are for high school diaries.