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wWednesday, September 28, 2005 1742 The phrase "you love your fear" Is spoken at me three times one day. It's true, I cling to it Like a sock. The week flies by. I start to talk like a self help book. To correct this, I blast "Eat yrself fitter." It doesn't work. What does work is the computer. I stare myself into it Several hours a day. There, The universe is literally words And pictures. I love this universe Like a fear. I love it day and night. It tells me stories beautiful and dirty. It puts me in touch with others Whose fears are so obvious to me. posted by Jordan # w 1741 I am afraid of "Grudge House" And the noises that come from it. As a private joke, I wag my finger. "Grudge House" sends me a blank note. It is indeed a marvelous structure. I can see it fine from here, thanks. A book tells me to walk up to my fear, And that it will pass away. I stay indoors and watch tv instead. The mail piles up on the lintel. Many years pass; I draw some comics. "Grudge House" is repainted twice. posted by Jordan # w 1740 MY WAY NOT YOUR WAY That's not me talking, by the way. Cats hot meta king. Spending time with what is admirable. Staring down the walkway to "Grudge House." Spending time with what is admirable We end up speaking like a translation by Yeats. We're just that lucky. It comes to us like shallots in autumn. I am not listening to a psychic, I am playing a fast game of yahtzee. (Yeats wasn't into it, but Millay liked dice. Actually, Millay was probably a lot of fun.) This one clings to the truth, Lives in his head. Boil him an egg. posted by Jordan # w 1739 The power struggle makes me sleepy. The stack of applications is teetering In the tote. Scallop shell of calm, Can you give me a hand with this modernism Of cease fires and time constraints? I may be searching for a school, But everywhere I look, teachers. posted by Jordan # w 1738 WAKE UP, I'M HERE I get what I want And I want To go for a drive Damn this war In a clean white car Why should what we want Make us sad? Or do you know, now, What it is. I wake up alive And there is white light. It feels right To sing like a dog In the tub. I want to love you From here 'til old age And after. You draw me to you, Right? You do. I'm here to love you. posted by Jordan # wMonday, September 26, 2005 1737 IMPERATIVES (THE SUBLIMINAL HUNTING GROUND QUESTIONS PAST REACHING) Fluoride Growth hormones Vaccines Air conditioning Automobiles Mobile phones Wireless internet Alcohol, tobacco, firearms SSRIs Controlled substances Pesticides Organic foods Therapy Antibiotics Carbohydrates Codependency Dialectical materialism Nuclear energy Indie rock Producer pop Dead-animal poems Poems about paintings Poems about New York City Stifling yourself Speaking impertinently Criticizing Righteousness Apathy Complacency Once-and-for-allism All-or-nothing thinking Imperatives posted by Jordan # wFriday, September 23, 2005 1736 Be Dionysian in your mind And Apollo on the highway posted by Jordan # w 1735 Take the first door You measure For a good time Inalienable Like ice cream And fresh mishegas (Who doesn't like Paintings?) A house made For Big Bad Wolf Dog and pony shows Little thoughts That expand in water posted by Jordan # w 1734 Kick the ball to me don't Kick the ball to me. The party starts at nine I'm sitting with the typewriter The jazz is making time I don't need it every day It doesn't seem to mind, oh Kick the ball to me don't Kick the ball to me. Come tell me something saucy Tell me something true Tell me that you want me To give you something blue Well the party starts way past nine And you're sitting in my chair If I saw you every day Every day'd be that more fair, oh Kick the ball to me c'mon Kick the ball to me. posted by Jordan # wThursday, September 22, 2005 1733 HOLDING TOGETHER / THE TAMING POWER OF THE GREAT A future belongs. The lightest heart Shimmers sleepily, Millions of poets Reducing experience For good stories, But wouldn't you See that as a good Use of a lifetime, To manufacture real And pleasing reasons To believe in love. posted by Jordan # w 1732 Deep stone I like to think about you With the same television mind That enjoys baseball, dirty talk, And the comfort of predictable forms. That I think Is the heart Of all debate -- Do you want To feel safe Or do you want To feel alive. Ideally I want new wave and the truth, The stone And the city wave after wave Of overlapping hucksters Slap together Counting on the stone To be their doormat. posted by Jordan # wWednesday, September 21, 2005 1731 Enough of this stopping and starting, big man! You're looking positively claymation out there. Relax your face, don't stand so stiff, and When you talk to this person in front of you I'm glad you're not looking off into space But at least try not to give the impression You're reading your lines off her forehead. The easiest way to signify you're in the moment Is to give a big fat soliloquy but face it, It takes real energy to master service return -- Don't get nervous, we've got the best in the biz Here for you to hang around and study. Tell you What -- take my car down to someplace he calls fun And practice. Now. Let's chalk today for overrun. posted by Jordan # w 1730 It is a humid muni purse. It waves the same Dave A free par cassette Wouldn't undo for loose boom footage. Questions come back from the investigator. I could go for some compassion And crushed ice, And lo, the documentarians are partying, Dancing on the sofas even. Drop those allegations of dourness, It's open heart time. I'm not waiting, I'm living. posted by Jordan # wTuesday, September 20, 2005 1729 GEMINI (May 21-June 21). You'll find a loved one very difficult to rein in, so focus your incredible disciplinary powers on yourself. There are so many ways to cut the nonsense out of your life, and cut it you must if you're to reach your splendiferous goal. posted by Jordan # wFriday, September 16, 2005 1728 We went running down the hill Looking at the pictures in the gallery Shopping for music and new shirts Turning on the cable And moving across the water From website to website Driving the whole way in the passing lane Subscribing to every magazine Going to parties every night but Tuesday Trying all the liquids and powders Jumping right into the deepest arguments And falling in love with each other Every night for six or seven months On the way back from lunch with Chris Back from the auction of his grandfather's stamps In Hong Kong he looks good he's writing a novel I stop at Chase to deposit my check I've been old fashioned since the company Overpaid me by thousands of dollars my first month I see the words Taskin Mumcuoglu on a desk placard And hear Al Green singing that he's still in love I don't think I've heard anything so beautiful in a bank Since my second mortgage And what is all this about love anyway I'm feeling cut not bleeding but explosed Like the electrical and plumbing Of a building that's been struck by a large object Love this terrible unbeatable team worse than the Yankees Always in the media always up and down It can never do enough to please its owner Except win every time and we all have to root for it I don't want to I never have I've always wanted The impossible come-from-nowhere story This is as the English teachers call it my tragic flaw But it's September and my time my team is doing Either what it always does or what it does The year before it does something amazing I don't want this love anymore it's what It's so cruel always looking like that promised bliss Then turning out to be everyday life my life Don't get me wrong I prefer living I go to the magazine stand it's the middle of the world Assembly no new NewAfrican the Southwest Review will do I pick up two more sets of MegaMillion numbers As I tend to when the jackpot is greater than 100 By everyday life I mean war hot and cold I mean I'm not asleep in history class I can see the smoke rising from the field I can understand it but I can't understand it I enlist I show up I have faith in the leaders I'm wounded they send me back to the front Metaphors are for the truly stupid And I am for metaphors Too what too crazed scared or just tired To articulate what I imagine of your experience Too slow to know what to do with my analysis or yours Not slow but possessed of a misplaced faith People of the future, we knew in advance About the flooding, the heat, the die-offs Knew in advance that we were waiting too long Still I for one believed In truthfulness compassion forebearance Whatever those are or mean When you don't control capital I don't control capital I can barely manage to tell capital What capital's frantic confused footsoldiers Are seeing on the ground It's not good it never is Except at the end of the teaching day Throat hoarse, back tired top to bottom All that talking taking effect Over the following hours and days Let's don't call it love anymore Even though I would say that's the best name Let's make the feeling strange again Less of an obligation, more of a sweet Brimful clacking unto the roofslates That what has started goes on through absence Like light through space ok that's corny But it's true I feel warm in your presence Like a cat following the sun On its tour of the windows of the house Metaphors are for everybody to have enough And similes are wandering the land I'm not wandering I'm sitting at my desk Putting one foot in front of the other And you today are all about revenue In your unguarded moments you have a different laugh In your kitchen you have a ladder In your bedroom you have a self-portrait You ask me what I want to tell you I can answer that, how much time do you have It may take fifty or sixty years A beautiful city is built on an earthquake fault Or underwater, or on a harbor, same thing When the world gets hot The people of these cities live every day With the intensity of survivors They call it a fault but it's just the earth changing They say "myth of Sisyphus" But we're just getting up every day Waiting for this monster we made up To come tickle us to death I'm alone it's ok I'm collaborating on something That makes the motorcades do their Three Stooges whoop Just doing one thing and then another Which sometimes turns out to be The first thing's next part posted by Jordan # w 1727 Musicians are the true adults, Giving themselves over to a power That forces and focuses Everyone in the radius to a state Neither waking nor dreaming Self-consciousness is overrated Not to meet with pitchforks To go get old man Shakespeare But it does imply an omniscience That cancels the power to act Maybe that's what's up with Jahweh He thinks His Kid outdid Him No, musicians have it right Practice the rough spots away I'll stop here and leave the bumper stickers to Tim posted by Jordan # wThursday, September 15, 2005 1726 SUSTAINABLE DEVELOPMENT The merchandise hasn't arrived So we ask the people behind the counter If they can make a rubberstamp For the stack of invoices up to my nostrils We don't want this miser of quiet seesaw Fluorescence to come xeroxing the pervy know-nothing Visible world It happens that way to us, it's like radio Was a kind of soda and mementos Proofread your arg arg arg That's the fee season I want to play calamine lotion in, The white-faced resuscitation order I carve into the side of an ice World Trade Now I lie down on the ironing board, Now I shop for overspecific appliances I am horrified to have gone back into the abbatoir To find my keys, Buddha, what the fuck? The falcon summons me to a cholesterol screening I demand to see the presiding officer's molars Names don't worry thin Binky except when he's opening his eyes And when that alien light shines under the doors He can kiss Duane Reade's ass With a footnote explaining to the aliens what a Duane Reade is Binky, close your eyes What are you doing here, Binky? Corniness comes from centralized power structures Take for example Malachi McCourt The trees were knocked down twenty miles away The force of Frank McCourt is ten times that Now I'm tired and will rest on the divan With a diva posted by Jordan # w 1725 I'm covered in pieties They make me sweat Like a rhino, like a dog Jim nods and strokes his chin It's a sign he's thinking Better of laughing But that's how it goes When you constitutionally Can't be cool, sometimes People let you know "You're covered In rule-flavored popcorn" I want to be a pair of scissors I want to be a pair of pants Take your scissors away from my pants I really like the idea Of complete vulnerability Which is why I'm dead And frankly it feels ok To say whatever If by ok you understand dizzy Have a sour soda for me While I sit in the sauna En route to the lasers posted by Jordan # wTuesday, September 13, 2005 1724 TRY AGAIN I shiver, flash with rage: The bottle cap says "try again." The crying wells up like a cave, The pressure pushes on my eye My arms extend outwards And I can feel a sneer melt. Laughter fires like a toy gun Repeating in the other room; I can understand it but I can't understand it. I want To do as the bottle cap says. I catch my breath. posted by Jordan # w 1723 A hatred of the language I associated with anti-semitism; It's ok if the art is just words, Only words -- words have the best parties And the biggest bedrooms. The emotional travel guide speaks knowingly Of visits to the piles of coats, But to me it's Laos or Hat Head, I struggle all night with My preconceptions, wake up My pillow soaked and my heart weak. Murasaki Shikibu focused on the sleeves The way Homer sent spears through nipples -- The jackass spends twenty pages Carrying out a conceptual joke Worth half a laugh and twenty seconds' thought, Let's chip in and sign him up For the Sierra Club. posted by Jordan # w 1722 No that's fine, you go ahead And take all my pegado. The birds rising From the exploded earth, Marbles rolling down The legislature steps -- When the facts were explained To the timid drinker We had a serious discussion Sprinting to the concertina. The words? you're worried for The words? They'll be fine, They've been to law school, It's so muggy I'm parched. posted by Jordan # wMonday, September 12, 2005 1721 Throw some ink On the touchscreen, Leonardo, tell the bailiff I won't placate Amy Moore. The duststorm That we kick up will Illustrate The collected works, Night feelings Breaking on the edge of the glass. It's quiet inside Me. Except for the creaking Of the stairs The elves pace; They are reluctant To say what is on their minds, But then, they are in love, The elves, With the sound of the highway And the winter winds. posted by Jordan # w 1720 It's only the most serious Accident you can enjoy, the one Decision relaying your childhood Into an army of villagers, A statement to the effect Of your physical emotional psychic Ability to participate In your own slow destruction (Or so they/we will tell you The instant you supply a reaction, The only object of this Question so much like gorilla-grooming): Are you guys going to have kids? Why not Ask it, it's worth crying Every night all night When they're not little For that short space When they learn to say what you may never have: I'm confused why you're not here. posted by Jordan # wWednesday, September 07, 2005 1719 A dark place. LINNAEUS: The names of things FOUCAULT: Are names and things PLATO: That take up infinite space NOTLEY: By dividing and conquering LAKOFF: Our minds. posted by Jordan # w 1718 A chocolate plantation. MOHAMMAD: You're much better off Trying on new costumes In private SULLIVAN: Inspiration follows exercise To be sure, but BEHRLE: My man! Don't ever respond again! No responding! GORDON: Chaos is not evidence of life But it can be a very good time GARDNER: Let the night drown the weasels Who stand aside and mete favors posted by Jordan # w 1717 The internet. DUDE: Dude, you're not writing like the internet. DUDE: Chillax, dude, I will soon enough. DUDE: That's what you said about rap, and ten years later You're still all verse paragraph this, iambic pentameter that. DUDE: IP is bananarama! DUDE: The Beatles are the future of National Geographic. DUDE: Dude. DUDE: Dude, you haven't generated new slang in like Two years, I'm hearing everything you write In a headgear-lisp, maybe you should go animate some gifs. DUDE: Dude, what is this crap you're listening to? No wonder you're depressed. DUDE: Dude. DUDE: Dude. posted by Jordan # w 1716 A sandy beach with table set up as for a panel discussion. MEDIATOR: So how did it feel to have your heart broken? FILM DIRECTOR: It was a process Not unlike salsa -- a lot of one-two-three, Some turning around and coming back for more. FILM CRITIC: I didn't experience it that way at all; It was much more tense and drawn out, And then all of a sudden I was seized by the sense That there really was no way out except Into the ground. POET: It felt like a stroke. I was dizzy, And my heart -- my cardiovascular system, Not a blazon, not a symbol, mi cuore -- Felt like it had been kicked repeatedly. HEDGE FUND TRADER: It felt like an uncovered call. posted by Jordan # w 1715 A playwright workshop in New London. CASEY: Yeah I don't care about that. MILLER: Tell me something else I don't already know. CASEY: We don't need more negative noodling. CHURCHILL: God how much energy it takes Just to say one thing with all these nudniks Breathing and complaining. But I am alive! OVID: Big deal, alive. (RIDING): Big deal, alive. CHURCHILL: And yet, I'm half aware that these voices At this table are all my own voice, all my own wish To be held back from some imminent disaster... BOWLES: Morning feelings, the warmth of sheets With an angry woman not yet conscious next to you -- BARNES: Why do these children write poems About their grandparents? Why are they not Stealing diamonds on horseback? But the beer drinkers Seem to be the ones who attract crowds. WEINSTEIN: The problem, if it is a problem, Is that as Frank said, you can't really send a message, Or maybe it was Sam Goldwyn. No, he was "Writers are schmucks with Underwoods." THOMAS: I spilled a glass on my writing table And wrote Under Milk Wood. ELIOT: I spooked myself with my poems And turned to counterfeiting Nick and Nora For the conflicted Unitarian set. ELECTRA: The only song anyone wants to hear Is the one sung out of impossible love. DARNIELLE: The death instinct feels pretty good, Apparently. As does everything nearly feral. CASEY: And you bring in too many characters! MILLER: Too many characters. CHURCHILL: I bring in my feelings of escape And release, of lifting my head and speaking up. posted by Jordan # w 1714 A playwright workshop in Moscow. CHEKHOV: Looking at American movies I realize I probably shouldn't have said that, about the gun. TURGENEV: Oh but it's true. As I said Climbing into the lifeboat ahead of the women, My heart rate is elevated, give me the oars. DOSTOEVSKY: Wrap it up, gentlemen. TOLSTOY: Gentlemen, go on. O'BRIEN: Gentlemen, what'll it be, lights or darks. CHEKHOV: Darks, and a plate of crackers and onions. BLACKBURN: Those guys are so fixated on the big picture. OPPENHEIMER: I know what you mean. BLACKBURN: Don't you see, what gives us life Just as much as our big decisions and heartbreaks Are the little glimpses (muffled by roar of laughter from the Russians) OPPENHEIMER: All the same, I kind of want to drink Somewhere they let women in, Paul. Or blacks. BLACKBURN: America is changing, Joel. Williams Saw that, and pointed the way. Why aren't everybody Following? OPPENHEIMER: They think Williams is a hick, Paul. If they'd just look at Spring and All (muffled by roaring Russians) posted by Jordan # w 1713 A playwright workshop in New Haven. DURANG: "For god's sake don't be a drag" May or may not mean dress everyone in drag. FO: What ho! T-SHIRT: "Enough with the scientology already." SCHECHTER: The distance from Sam's social experiments To Gilligan's Island, I'm no numismatist But I think we all knew from Spalding's paws How big a dog he would grow to be. SHEPARD: Patti, this is Jessica. Jessica, Patti. MAPPLETHORPE: A flower is a game, Silver gelatin is a room Where everyone talks but not to anyone in particular. SMITH: The poets can't possibly understand How much power they have so I'll take it. LANGE: Sam baby, can we go get dinner now? COURTENAY: So I said, for a larf, What are your turn ons? And she said: CHRISTIE: "Penetration" TURGENEV: The trick is to be at home Among the imaginably wealthy, and also For there to be no gossip magazines yet. DURANG: And yet we imagine ourselves In a conflict-free world where we stay young Not just unwrinkly and full heads of hair But sleep doesn't come into it, or petsitting. WEAVER: Darling I didn't imagine Being the bitch who fries space bugs. O'HARA: Something terribly important is going on Involving being a surly fuckoff with a sure hand And that is our modern idea of purity, Consistent aggression we scan for tenderness. KOCH: That's not what it's like at all. DURANG: There has to be a woman standing Near the center of the stage, unreadable. WEAVER, SMITH, LANGE (at once): I used to know how to do that. MAPPLETHORPE: Unreadability only gets you so far. FO: Oh do you think so. posted by Jordan # wTuesday, September 06, 2005 1712 Ghosts at the battlefield of Antietam. GHOST: A war can only be waged In a climate of profound belief. GHOST: When irony kicks belief in the nuts, though, Then also is it possible for ironists to pose as believers And tell the lies that stir women to confusion. GHOST: It is only necessary to lie To start a war. GHOST: Wars start when there is a surplus of men. GHOST: There is a surplus of men in China. GHOST: There is a surplus of men in India. GHOST: There is a surplus of men in the White House. GHOST: It is only necessary to lie To excel in marketing. GHOST: It is only necessary to lie to yourself To excel in journalism. GHOST: It is only necessary to die Once. GHOST: A city can die and be reborn. During the great fire of London Samuel Pepys Dug up his gold coins from his courtyard. GHOST: Alex Chilton sat on his porch. GHOST: Everybody broke open: Blind, diabetic, abandoned. GHOST: In a time of rational discourse Insight is dimly perceived to be beyond reason, And war comes looking for sugar to burn. GHOST: It is normal to have spiritual feelings. GHOST: It is normal to feel anxiety In the presence of difference. GHOST: It is normal to want a very large burger. GHOST: It is normal to do nothing. GHOST: It is normal to take advantage Of who cannot defend themselves. GHOST: It is normal, it is normal, it is absolutely normal. posted by Jordan # w 1711 The new century begins at a customs window: UBU: It's not a muu muu it's a flag painting JAP JOHNS: In point of fact I find Dubuffet's "paste" A sore ray from the crown of unsleeping Mention. PETER GIZZI: The object of looking into the heart Of time is as yet unknown and yet in a prison In California Johnny Cash spoke truth to power And for that we can only admire the goofiness Of the great printers' errors of our time, Apollinaire's Zone, for example. UBU: My wish is not to have to eat shit again. GADDIS: And that is why I am not a poet. MARKSON: Always rationalizing, bless your heart. MOSLEY: Without rationalization, what reason Would we have at all? BBC1 WEATHER: Cloudy, with a chance of clouds, Followed by some clouding up in the evening. THE GODDESS NIKE: Revealing the names of spies is treason. THE GOD HERMES: Stealing from the treasury By awarding contracts to yourself is also treason. THE GOD APOLLO: Treason is punishable by death. THE GOD ZEUS: I am what I am. THE GODDESS HERA: We create our own reality. UBU: I create a coil of shit! JAP JOHNS: I paint targets and flags. posted by Jordan # w 1710 BUSY WRITING POEMS Ah nobody Wants to see through The clothes Of the prose Into the heart of the heart The artificial artichoke The fries and shake combo Because that's the thing That matters most now The racism at the door Of the casual mambo The corporationism Pain radiating from the spine Out to the wilderness Of a clinic's giddyup Look at the end Of the word To understand Roman cruelty And I will tune up The motorcycles Playing "the beginning of censorship" In my headphones Like an abstract painting You want to own To ignore I can obviate all that bonus pringle can mush Just by turning on the Mickeyvision For a wide lugnut spaz out formative moment Known as "live before a studio audience" posted by Jordan # w 1709 BRIGHT LANES STORY PLAQUE Throwing the ink onto the straphanger, I am liberated From the cassette tape and into gazzosa The surly ruddy Companionshiplessness Of nothing to declare, The sharp teeth of night's Census takers Exhorting the leaves to detach already And though I may never ride public transit During the next state of emergency I imagine I will cling to the side of the moving bus With just enough presence of mind Not to record the event With a ball-point pen found on the curb. posted by Jordan # w 1708 Sleep, Do you mean I'm getting Sick fat or old? I run but There you are Tugging on my shirt. Of course I'll Come see about you. Right after This cup of tea. Do you believe Music makes the intellect Shapelier than cut crystal? Not that I Advocate for shaving With a Waterford candlestick Ah you Got me already, I'm typing From inside the dream Apparently. posted by Jordan # w 1707 They look for the world Like perfect nothing could Come shocking through them, A trance more stable And more succulent a wish Flooding slowly from Their feet into the sleeping Reservoirs of time. The closets are full Of these broken clocks Even today! when speaking up Is managed not by whips Or a bullet to the family But an implication, An imagined threat... The imagination is more real Than its linguistics Can absorb, it makes Of the visible spectrum A sleeping nogoodnik And a damn bad gamer. posted by Jordan # w 1706 Now is the time. I'm Waving a foam finger At the parquet floor And picking a fight With the anthem singer It just feels right To close a door posted by Jordan # w 1705 If I've got hold of you Why would I look the other way Why wouldn't I want to try Everything you've mentioned Not like we're in a store Is that a game you like? But as if we're at the beach One thing after another posted by Jordan # w 1704 MISSED CONNECTION We take the premise Like a subway To the Memphis We don't know As a spiritual exercise In being say-hey Like nice nice Was Mei Mei And hi hi to ice wine From Lagos' sunshine The message is messy The song's by Jodeci The gdp's foreplay Compares you too Come here you two Let me tell you something About the word disgusting We'll keep walking As you sit on my tray What'd I say Three hundred crunches I packed your lunches We met for unrest And came back undressed Syllables unstressed Story of a new west The old one fell away posted by Jordan # wMonday, September 05, 2005 1703 SHIT-EATING GRIN I've never cared much for this phrase But then I've never much wanted to stare Into what it might mean or why anyone Might say it -- it doesn't start fights, This eating shit business, even though It sounds to me like it would. What Do I know? I've taken (like so many others I know, have loved, worked for, smiled at) So many less loaded phrases for insults, I want to break into a car And not take anything Or go running in the woods Singing arias from Telemann Speak truth to women And lies to money Waking up every morning To the motrin of drayage Plume ferns agnostic a much Needed window blink oboy oboy Mostly though I want The presence of mind To make a meal when I'm hungry And get laid when I'm what, Awake? some dreamer Of romantic spice racks I'm turning out to be Some Bugs Bunny shooting Han Solo first Some index card essayist Of the Chevrolet Impala endzone machismo Some tivo programmer Some friend of literature's less guarded mimicking Of the plaza outside the Department of Energy Well, in that case Let me just shuffle And deal, can I get A bless for rest of yes the best southwest By west confess no less to guess for Standing in the path of the oncoming car Dreaming of the light changing At the turn of the season Admiring the prose of Ford Madox Ford And generally being The good friend A bit clueless with segues And opportunities to give gifts But on average maybe not as How you say Mischievous As the expression implies. posted by Jordan #