20180522

The Heat of Greed


22. May. 2018


There is heat in the fireplace and there is fire
Under the hood of the very fast automobile,
Incendiary fires that propel the just, the godless
And the awaiting into fecal or fecund horizons

Becoming food, fear and then incapable
Of compassion while the bacon fries and
Slaughter continues that, not to mention,
The poor, senseless aggregates that have

Bound their karma to the systematic
Killing of other beings whose sweet eyes
Are snuffed out not for hunger but for
Greed;

What we all do for greed is indeed what
We Don’t need but to heed the seed
Of a good
Deed;

Here lies the beckoned and the banquet
Host caries such a large anchor behind
Her head or His head
We all know he is already or she is already dead;

Then she shelves her guests or he does so too,
It’s a terrible cycle that goes on and on
All for greed,
The heat of greed that causes endless violent suffering;

But!
It’s not a punishment!
As soon as He wakes and she wakes
The thread of suffering us cut and there then is joy;

No longer does the fire demand fodder
The fire then demands nothing
And it is fire and he and she do not fear
It will be extinguished nor do they dread its return;

They are both units of awareness and those units
Are just like the fire
Here and gone, here and gone, here and gone
No need to kill for greed. No need, indeed.



 Alex Nuttall, title: The Heat of Greed, Original Date: 20180521
 Alex Nuttall, title: The Heat of Greed, Original Date: 20180521




The feast and fire of greed by Alex Nuttall in the poem: "Heat of Greed".

 Alex Nuttall, title: The Heat of Greed, Original Date: 20180521 – © Alex Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 2018 – 2018 – Retro-published 20180522.

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20180517

Indefinite Length, Part 7


17. May 2018


Charlee sits with an old legal pad and a pen emblazoned with the logo from Your Friendly Neighborhood Bar & Grille(TM), making a list of names, ordering them and re-ordering them. Bugs and frogs and passing cars outside the apartment, foley artists of the night, provide a soundtrack that Charlee does not hear. The task at hand is all-consuming.

Ex-lovers, ex-friends, family, co-workers; all the usual suspects. Everyone's been burned by them, that's not special. This transfer has to be special. Charlee crosses out the list and tries again. Politicians, celebrities, pie-in-the-sky names. No good, can't get close to those folks.

Another cigarette. Charlee looks at the sigil tattoo, and then copies it onto the legal pad, over and over. Soon the paper is covered with more doodles than names. When there is no more room, Charlee flips to a new sheet.

The clean surface of the blank yellow paper shines up into your face and you blink and drop the pen.

Now, you hear the traffic. You hear the frogs calling to each other. You hear the moths dive-bombing the flood light mounted just outside your window, in their frustrated and mistaken attempt to find food, or a mate, or a way out of what they perceive as a dangerous darkness. The sounds pound at your head, you put your hands up to your ears, how can fucking moths be so loud? A hundred drums in your thoughts, the marching rhythm line that syncs the steps of a hundred soldiers, each of the names you'd written before are driven out, in lockstep, off to fight another day. This is not their battle; this is much, much bigger than them.

That DUI, you think. (The sounds pause, a beat of silence.) The stupid bitch who rear-ended my dad. That was thirty years ago. Where is she now?

What about that kiddie-toucher from our old neighborhood? Is he still alive? (Silence, moth wings, silence again.)

Or that hood rat bastard who lynched our 5-month-old puppy the day after Christmas?

You write down three names on the blank sheet. Then sleep comes. You do not dream.


Indefinite Length, Part 7 -- Photo By Kim Breeding-Mercer
Indefinite Length, Part 7 -- Photo By Kim Breeding-Mercer



IN WHICH: Charlee sits with an old legal pad and a pen emblazoned with the logo from Your Friendly Neighborhood Bar & Grille(TM), making a list of names, ordering them and re-ordering them.

© KIM BREEDING-MERCER / OgFOMK ArTS -- 2018 All Rights Reserved. - "Indefinite Length, Part 7"

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20180514

We've Cancelled All Ads


14. May 2018


  We've Cancelled All Ads -- The Real Editor in Chief!
We've Cancelled All Ads -- The Real Editor in Chief!
Today I have shut off the Google ads and I will crawl through and remove any Amazon ads that I have put in this magazine. Authors who have included links to their products are exempt from this and thus may attach their own works because that is an intimate distribution.

I have learned that the best things in life are given. These gifts are from the labor of others and they are to be given without attachment. Our magazine is something I am very proud of and I will continue to write for it and encourage others to do the same. We don't need ads. 

It was my idea that we could support the magazine with ads. We could pay those who wrote for it. We could advance our careers with our virtual pens. This is just not the reality. The reality is that I will pay for it anyway. I will share it with whoever wants to see it. It's a labor of love.

I hope those of you who have contributed will continue to do so. If you are no longer interested please let me know. I will hold no hard feelings. I will always be grateful for your contributions.

Recently I have stumbled onto some literature that has a requirement that it should be free and shared. I also have found audio, video and the like. I have found in addition to this free software, open source software and this in kind. No strings attached. This is because none of us own this Universe. Or we all own this Universe. This is a law, not a lofty idea. 

As human beings we are in the position of ultimate freedom because our minds are just relationships between observations. This is why meditation is so important. This is also why we do not need advertising to sway the minds of others who have thoughtfully investigated our works.

As of this date we have had 33,557 page views. Since my initial recruitment of many of you that is 29,000 more! You may all like me have difficulties but you also have contributed to this house. This house is yours too!

Thank you for your time and eyes.



We've Cancelled All Ads -- Alex Nuttall
We've Cancelled All Ads -- Alex Nuttall






After struggling with the idea of a business for many years OgFOMK ArTS publisher and editor, Alex Nuttall has decided to remove all ads from the rolling distribution in order to focus on freely distributing good writing, art and ideas to those who would appreciate them and enjoy them. Our works are still copyrighted and  the authors, composers and artists reserve the right to do with their own works as they wish. 

© Alexander Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS -- 2018 All Rights Reserved. - Journal - Operations - "We've Cancelled All Ads"

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20180505

New York Life: Suggestions on Broadway


6 May 2018
By Mykel Board - Bio


Saw this today on a pillar on lower Broadway. It looks like it's been there awhile... but it remains good advice, I think. Around Broadway and Third St.



Mykel Board - New York Life: Suggestions on Broadway
New York Life: Suggestions on Broadway
(My long, contrarian blog is at mykelsblog.blogspot.com)


Our great world traveller and Punk Rock legendary musician and writer, Mykel Board, shares his New York Life: Suggestions on Broadway. You can check out his blog: mykelsblog.blogspot.com

© Mykel Board / OgFOMK ArTS -- 2018 All Rights Reserved. - THE New York Series - I Forget What NUMBER - "Broadway Advice"

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20180430

Indefinite Length, Part 6


30. Apr. 2018

© KIM BREEDING-MERCER / OgFOMK ArTS -- 2018 All Rights Reserved. - "Indefinite Length, Part 6"
© KIM BREEDING-MERCER - "Indefinite Length, Part 6"

A low hum and sheltering bubble of shade persist at table 2, where you sit across from a man who has just given you the power to rid yourself of -- what did he call it? -- "Sludge?"

"The stuff that weighs you down."

Pain. Spots. Disappointment. Clogs. Fear and sadness, all the loss you've ever felt. Tar. "Anger?"

He nods. "Yes, that too."

All of it, just tossed into someone else's lap. You know so many worthy assholes! But--

"Why me? Why now?"

"Ah," he croons, and leans in, folding his hands on the table, making a steeple with his index fingers. He wiggles them, then stops. "You made the call." He looks into your eyes. "Really!" He unfolds his hands and taps his right index finger on the table, as if pointing to something. "Try writing your dreams down once in a while. As much as you can remember. After a while, you'll be able to mine gold from that." He smiles, and that feeling of recognition pokes at your brain again.

You watch as Johnny Facenda stands. The sights and sounds of Your Friendly Neighborhood Bar & Grille(TM) rush in around you. He walks out the door.

You can hear your staff in the kitchen, and as you look around you see that all the chairs are up on their tables, the floor has been mopped, and the TVs over the bar are dark and silent. You force yourself to get up and participate in the ritual of closing.

As you walk home you think about your childhood, and recall a day of sunshine and laughter, and wonder; dandelions, buttercups, bicycles, and awe. You step over a discarded Gatorade bottle full of piss, and pull out your pack of cigarettes. Does darkness include cancer? Fuck cancer. You light up.

The night is clear, and the air is moving. Breezes ruffle your overcoat and blow the exhaled smoke away from your lips quickly and efficiently. Your eyes water. You're looking forward to a long, hot shower, grinning in spite of yourself as you begin to make a mental list of people you hate; people karma forgot. You look down at the palm of your hand, and even in the dim light of the suburban street you're walking on you can see the sigil. "Me and you, sexy, we're gonna give it to 'em," you say.

Indefinite Length, Part 6 -- Photo By Kim Breeding-Mercer
Indefinite Length, Part 6 -- Photo By Kim Breeding-Mercer




IN WHICH: You step over a discarded Gatorade bottle full of piss, and pull out your pack of cigarettes. Does darkness include cancer? Fuck cancer. You light up.

Indefinite Length is part of the Long Range Reconnaissance Role Playing Game: LRRRPG.com

© KIM BREEDING-MERCER / OgFOMK ArTS -- 2018 All Rights Reserved. - "Indefinite Length, Part 6"

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20180424

Wash Land Restroom Blues


24. April 2018


Wash Land Restroom Blues
Wash Land Restroom Blues

Sometimes I go to the laundromat to wash my work clothes because my wife has nice clothes at home that do not need to be molested by my soiled, toil rags.

Washing Machines
Washing Machines

Sometimes I use the restroom there several times within a 45 minute period because I have a large beer stein that I fill with coffee and my bladder is not the same size.

Wash Land with Stein
Wash Land with Stein

Sometimes I am thinking that people will notice that I am going to the restroom too often because I think I am very important and people need to watch my every move.

Wash Land Restroom
Wash Land Restroom

Sometimes I overcome the little anxiety of frequent urination because peeing in my pants will reveal an even more pressing issue of my psychosis.

Wash Land Building
Wash Land Building

Sometimes after extreme mental exercise I come up with an idea to write about that makes absolutely no sense but with pictures, insight and experience may lead to liberation.

Wash Land Sign
Wash Land Sign




Alex Nuttall has spent many points of his life in Laundromats and restrooms. Working in the other than office world has led him to many messy clothes. During these breaks in routine he has frequently documented the rise and fall of the Long Range Reconnaissance Role Playing Game. As a Game Master and Reverend he trains thoroughly with ordinary adventures.

Alex Nuttall, title: Wash Land Restroom Blues, Original Date: 20180424 – © Alex Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 2018 – 2018 – Published 20180424.

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20180417

Indefinite Length, Part 5


17. Apr. 2018

© KIM BREEDING-MERCER / OgFOMK ArTS -- 2018 All Rights Reserved. - "Indefinite Length, Part 5"
KIM BREEDING-MERCER -"Indefinite Length, Part 5"


The brain can be tricked, and will often even trick itself, into hearing and seeing things that are not, objectively, there. You are a poor judge of the truth even on a good day, but the man who sits across from you at Your Friendly Neighborhood Bar & Grille(TM) looks real enough, even if Your Friendly Neighborhood Bar & Grille(TM) has somehow receded into the ether of before-and-after. You're not so sure of your own presence, though. You feel your lips move.

"I know you. Who are you?"

"Johnny Facenda."

"Yeah, got that part." Charlee looks at the man's face, and feels something tugging in the guts, or at the heart, or both. They stare at each other for a moment. Charlee's mind races, trying to connect dots that keep blinking in and out of existence. "What are you doing here?"

"Talking to one Charlee Hagwood, proprietor of a fine eatery and, let's admit it now, a sad sack with no light left inside."

Charlee's chest tightens. "How do you know me?"

"We've met later. You mix a great margarita. Now, though, at this particular point along the linear you, it's time to make you an offer." His hands, which are clasped in front of him on the table, part to reveal a small sphere. It is glowing a painful shade of chartreuse, the bright color of spring pollen. "You take this node," he says, and drops it into Charlee's palm.

You don't remember extending your hand. The—node?—feels weightless and fragile, like impossibly thin glass. It shifts against your skin, warm, and as you watch, it sinks into your hand until only a faint yellow sigil remains. It's a tall triangle, with smaller copies of itself arranged inside it, shrinking down in a spiral pattern until the tiniest triangle disappears. But you can see it. You can see the smaller ones, and smaller still. You blink to refocus. Your new tattoo tickles. You scratch it, and the node rises up again. "What do I do with this?"

"For now, put it away," he says, and the node wiggles and snuggles back down, leaving the sigil. "You can use it when you meet the right person."

Charlee's eyebrows rise. "I'm not interested in a relationship, man."

Johnny Facenda laughs, and it sounds a bit like a flute. "No one wants a relationship with you, either! Maybe after you get rid of your sludge." He points to the sigil. "When you find the person to give your darkness to, wake the node. It will handle the transfer. You'll be light as a feather again."


© KIM BREEDING-MERCER / OgFOMK ArTS -- 2018 All Rights Reserved. - "Indefinite Length, Part 5"
Indefinite Length, Part 5




IN WHICH: His hands, which are clasped in front of him on the table, part to reveal a small sphere. It is glowing a painful shade of chartreuse, the bright color of spring pollen.

© KIM BREEDING-MERCER / OgFOMK ArTS -- 2018 All Rights Reserved. - "Indefinite Length, Part 5"

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