Author: Dominique S.

Wake & Bake No. 2

I believe in dualities. A delivery service is only as good as the diversity of their products and a dispensary is only as good as the convenience they can provide. What I’m trying to say is there’s a time and place for both, it just depends on what your mood is. Although, let me break it down, with a focus on my preferences and limitations: I only smoke flower and I’m a weed snob. WHY DISPENSARIES ARE AWESOME The products I want varies depending on how adventurous my mood is. Dispensaries carry a diverse selection of product and I like learning about brands, etc. through minor interactions with the bud-tender. And I say minor because I’ve probably researched about a certain product before coming there. Depending on the dispensary (you can tell through the store’s layout) a bud-tender will entertain questions about certain products until they won’t. WHY DISPENSARIES BLOW When a dispensary doesn’t have an updated menu available online — through their website or through Weedmaps — then obviously it will blow when the …

reading translation no. 1

I admit: I’m un-intimate with any other language past English. And for a time now, I’ve been reckless in my study of French since I’ve managed to quit before convincing myself that I should, at least, try in pursuit of enjoying the critical theory that I’ve read in its native language. In my defense, I didn’t want to waste more money on something that’s not practical. Although, in a memory — one 2016 translation class ago — I found myself struggling with understanding language. Thoughts like: Is a translated poem a different entity than the original one? Meanings differ per translator and there will be better translators that capture the sound as well as the meaning. A poem will always be lost in translation even if the reader is callous. A translated poem lives a dual life — one of its own existence and the other in its translators’. One thing remained attainable, close and unloose amidst all the losses: language. Language was not lost, in spite of all that happened. But it had to go …

Wake & Bake No. 1

I found an old, unused [G-Pen] herbal tank lying around my room the other day and I initially wanted to use it for quick morning tokes just to get the day started. But now that I think about it, the more it doesn’t make sense for me because I’m a heavy smoker. Beyond that, refilling, cleaning, and the upkeep have proven to be troublesome since the device can only give the user one (1) hit. Although, for people who don’t want to deal with lighters, get shit faced, or who just generally smoke carts, it’s a great product to have due to its compatibility with a 510 (universal) battery. In other news, I haven’t been smoking as much as I used to. & sometimes, I’m just… not in the mood to do in-depth product reviews. Canned Weed: Fad & Fiction — a capsule review The thing I dislike about canned weed is that it breeds uncertainty in a time where packaging regulations are constantly changing. There’s a pressure on cannabis companies to maneuver through packaging …

‘past what is not there’

Milk was a particularly interesting contemporary suite of poems. The subject of feminine [chthonic] spirituality bore gory images of blood, milk, vagina, sex, etc.; an interesting take of the ‘wild woman’. (La Loba, Estes 1992) Although, how does one talk about a particular collection based in chaos when there’s no grip of linguistic sanity to understand this particular notion of chaos? Sharon Olds or Anne Sexton have this particular calculation towards describing the grotesque — which, I felt, was lacking in Dorothea Lasky’s work. I’d like to think of Milk as a conversation between a woman performing as a witch and her audience. It is shamefully and intentionally feminist. I was entertained, nonetheless. I very much enjoyed the books design as well as the experience of reading it.

It Comes in Pieces 👽

They put a sign on it saying it is for health, beauty, perspective; that it is for peace, for prosperity; that it was planted by the mayor’s daughter. All of this is mystification. The city itself lives on its own myth.  Thomas Merton I’ve come to recognize the term, “Anthropocene” through a random purchase from Green Apple Books in 2016. I was convinced by the possibility of writing investigative poetry while eavesdropping on a graduate class centered on it. (A class I didn’t signup for because I was in a hurry to graduate.) In my attempt to pursue a topic, I bought GRAIN VAPOR RAY with intention to write about issues focused on the anthropocene. It was to focus on the realities of climate change. n. 1. the current geological age, viewed as the period during which human activity has been the dominant influence on climate and the environment. ANTHROPOCENE I lost interest in the project. I preferred to write about the self through myth since one of my ex-classmates was into the topic of …