Huff Hacks

by Blaster Al Ackerman

Blaster Al Ackerman rewrites poems by John M. Bennett, particularly those of "Cantar del Huff".

46 pages, Paperback

First published January 1, 2007

Reviews

[Tentatively, Convenience · Rating 4 out of 5]

review of
Blaster Al Ackerman's Huff Hacks
by tENTATIVELY, a cONVENIENCE - September 8, 2014

"I forget who wrote this book, or what itsssssssssssssssssssssssssssss title is, or what it's about.. or who I am or why I read it.. but I'm convinced, CONVINCED I TELL YOU, that there's something about it that you must know..

"YOU! No, no! It's impossible! You're dead! But, but, I tell you it's not TRUE, I didn't do it.. argurgleEEeeeee.."

So begins John M. Bennett's account of a recent trip to Gary, Indiana that he took as a boy of only 77 in 1942 while war production was in full swing. The rest is self-explanatory:

.domination world eventual for plans and hospitalizations many his about things wonderful me told and politics development center/highway shopping local on in me filled has ,Chairperson Committee neighborhood as capacity his in ,John .Bennett M. John with conversations grand having and sitting of pleasure extreme the have had I years the Over

(from the highly honored CANTAR DEL HUFF)

(from JMB's CANTAR DEL HUFF, a poem sequence comparable to the story of John Wesley when he was wandering loose that time down around Juarez and couldn't stop twitching)

(from JMB's extended gland of ecstacy CANTAR DEL HUFF)

(Once again, ladies and gentlemen, from JMB's mighty CANTAR DEL HUFF)

(from JMB's CANTAR DEL HUFF and, one would guess, many of Rudolf Steiner's books--including several hundred vols of those fog pressed in you until you just had to "dance the logorrhea glottis" "way down there" "in the hazur of fat," I betcha)

(from JMB's CANTAR DEL HUFF and this, I believe, is pure CANTAR DEL HUFF with maybe a little Haddock on the side, and that's the best reason to have an experience with an outsider who suspects nothing)

(from JMB's familiar CANTAR DEL HUFF. Too familiar by now perhaps, some will say? Look at it this way. How many dots and dashes, what strange relation to a bee, how much mucus in yr beard lavished upon it, count yr nose your legs & groin ah butt the fundus interest and before you know it "all is torn off" all is string you defy the deaf with . . . wacka wacka)

(This of course is from JMB's CANTAR DEL HUFF, it is also from JMB's rOlling COMBers. What JMB wrote while drunk is there for all to see, and then making for the bride's place and an all-night party. The snow tastes more like weasle pee because of the undergrowth. Here we are jumping labmice retaining fluid like the disaster story of mice and floods)

(from JMB's vivid notions proper to a buried head otherwise known as Cantar Del Huff intended for a mental home go on drinking as the webbed-darkness of a sewing basket helps you imagine what loins of trichinosis are made upon)

(from JMB's CANTAR DEL HUFF--more the spirit than the words in this case you might think but then again I still think about your shirt after lunch, yr fondled grey blusters and tell m other ham "Rock Wigwam")

(from JMB's CANTAR DEL HUFF and in this case several new ones of 8/23 such as "Rugged" etc. Now we must go on. Look at the tree, watch the tree. We will know the real truth--but later, much later--when we wake at the end of the world. Laughs, drinks water . . .

[Reviewer's interjection: To some of you.. well, admittedly, not very many, maybe not even anybody but me & I'm not really a part of "you" - am I part of "you" when I look at me in the mirror? In wch case, is the "me" that's part of "you" the reflection or the guy looking? Anyway, like he was saying, "To some of you" the above interjection before this interjection might remind you of this:

"You realize you're in the downstairs hall of a college building; it's some kind of dormitory building, you've never been there before, you're wearing a gunny pink robe, like a cheesy old dressing gown. With yellow crusty stuff spilled down the front. (Laughs. Drinks water.)"]

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(from JMB's CANTAR DEL HUFF and let me again assure you that you are in no danger of any indignity from those hysterical ones who go around unaccompanied by a stocky angry man whose neural flow is full of uneven spurts, indicating emotional disturbances, but oddly enough whose deja-vu keeps him accompanied by those hysterical ones who go around accompanied by him at all hours)

(from the immortal CANTAR DEL HUFF, and that's not all! Poems from 8/30 also make their bow this time. It seemed to me that this time I stepped in, stood by the door, closed the door, avoiding the puddles of snow which he who possessed the reckless sanka-butt had tracked in from some world I couldn't imagine. Perhaps Earth)

(from JMB's CANTAR DEL HUFF which that from underneath comes very near even when death by tractor-seeds leapt out into the air as though to convey the virus of undula / / ah ah / /)

(from JMB's CANTAR DEL HUFF, an authority that genuinely speaks from its heart, letting us know that the roof yr burning mall burns like doubled snake-faces thrashing like a biological context of insects healthy despite certain accusations of lacerations. Another minor influence is a speaker-of-filth with curly hair)

(Kenneth Fearing meets JMB and they disport themselves by the light of those great ones from 7/12, 7/19, and the ever-popular CANTAR DEL HUFF)

(from JMB's habitual best-seller CANTAR DEL HUFF and also some of the new ones of 7/19, here it is. That is what we've been leading up to. I said we cannot trifle with this reality, now that Heidegger demands a new beginning to our thinking but a beginning can never be the thing that preserves its full momentum. I said oooohh-ooooohh the rain is falling)

(from JMB's CANTAR DEL HUFF; "not since yr meat trained to glow like spiritualism and mesmerism has the clangy wish for yr head bouncing in a shopping cart emerged beside yr cage, kinda rusty and enchanted," says a big fan of this hack)

(from 6/21 and of course Bennett's amazing CANTAR DEL HUFF)

(from JMB's CANTAR DEL HUFF, a poem so memorable that its territory resembles that "where the dying spend their time before death." Those who return alive from such a place, bring to a point of view equal in its rapture and chilling exposure to the slum world of the big frogs and the tiny frogs)

(from JMB's famous CANTAR DEL HUFF which, beyond the tents where friends pissing meet and blame each other, as cannot fail to leave a lasting stain. But what is sadder? Burning mouth inside a clam sombrito wired? or Mr. Pecho getting smutty with "my" brim" and I jumped in (out into my "muffin fiesta")

(from Bennett letter about romane of neighborhood violence, poems of 5/3/06 and 6/7/06 and the epic CANTAR DEL HUFF)

(from JMB's CANTAR DEL HUFF. I know it now. But I didn't know it before Mollie called me. I was in my way to see Ricori. Troubled I hung up and went back to my chair. Had she not asked me about Ricori? What did he have to do with any of this . . . and would the questions stop there?)

(from JMB's CANTAR DEL HUFF and how I was struck by the fact that JMB was able to concentrate for such long periods. Under his circumstances I wd certainly have found it harder to suppress my nervousness. But I came to believe that this was because he felt that his job of driving the headache beef round and round a temple with a faucet buried in the center explained why, at present, he enjoyed such a top reputation among the avant garde for his curious blend of sadism, science fiction and world-weary pessimism)

(from JMB's oft-requested CANTAR DEL HUFF and "Psyciatry or no, there's much you have to learn about new clothes, clothese designed to show what they were supposed to hide-- Meanwhile, get this through your head. You're on the long passage!")

(from JMB's poem of sharer of his roving life waiting latent in all men or anyway in all those named CANTAR DEL HUFF who thought rushing contact high in space together, a living, fierce, gyrating sock drawer possess the same as some drunk half-staggering comrade named Baron)

(from--what else?--JMB's CANTAR DEL HUFF and rOlling COMBers)

(from JMB's CANTAR DEL HUFF plus a few newer ones such as "Done beetle" and "User" etc. Out of some dim inner room came the people who had said all along it's so hard to keep in touch with old high school friends. But tonight I'm not home to any outlaws)

(from JMB's CANTAR DEL HUFF or any agony of bruised vocables, and I mean that, dear polyphead, those curiously bruised vocables, nor yet another writing "scarred-with")

(from JMB's CANTAR DEL HUFF plus some newer gems from 9/24 or if it sometimes is how like appearance of tender exiquity I sad what thing of abased calling reality never has to worry about the too-same look of Uncle Flood and vice versa)

(from JMB's CANTAR DEL HUFF--and shaving off the shirt-clay, you know that the question's gonna arise: Can your rectum tolerate crude rotation, it might be as a water-wheel at a distance from your all too prompt anticipation as from a salami occasional reincarnation of the Hairless Thing can be found, only now they call it the cave behind yr eyes)

(from JMB's CANTAR DEL HUFF by JMB, the poet himself, who says with his wife out of town "ideas beyond themselves and them standard functions as well as objects that both refer to abstract ideas that situate those objects as if it illuminated the contrast between abstract atemporality and the identical present not to mention all that bang thump bang thump bang thump bang thump bang thump bang bang bang bang BANG bang sure do torque my jaws")

(from JMB's CANTAR DEL HUFF or where you hail from do they say she is the heavenly mother the stars are fish swimming in the heavenly ocean a touch of giganticism to give her arms with 400 breasts but sometimes in the afternoon)

(from JMB's CANTAR DEL HUFF about which little is known unless you count anything you might grab out of any sun which would be more difficult than grabbing the planet itself. Why not do it directly by just taking the planet, stopping it in its orbit and hurling it into the sun itself. The forces present in the sun would be more difficult to handle, if you see what I mean, jelly bean)

(from JMB's CANTAR DEL HUFF, oft celebrated in song and story. Tonight what about that disintegrating ray which affects only inorganic matter? I examined it before breakfast and I could reduce it to the size of a spark plug and retain the same power. All we have to do is verify that it could be buried in the sand about three or four miles south of here. What you stroked beside the gleaming thigh full of boxes deafness next the hornets' meathead where I sucked my hat a boon filled and empty of my skull and boiling urine washed the gun projection off, as yr itchy tooth of hair says. next I cleaned the meathead off yr neck and proudly subscribed to a magazine, Giantess, that was exactly what I have been fantasizing about. Unfortunately, it's no longer in print)

(from JMB's delightful CANTAR DEL HUFF)

(from JMB's CANTAR DEL HUFF which many have called "the either animal" and to walk and dress and wake and take and leave and laugh at or not, reminds us that there's two farts and how long can not choosing between such an opposite pair while you go whining either back, to the first or forward and that to the frozen well only musing how long yet it is not to an idiot it falls to talk wisely, is it? Oh I'm all confused)

(from JMB's CANTAR DEL HUFF, and did you notice that opening from "L ucked" and "C lunch" and others by JMB, 9/13/06. During this period, an occassional reincarnation of the Hairless Thing can be found. Only now, the accent is on an excerpt from some spiritual thing, sacred because thick yr phone "clamping" / tick yr fool conch pry it off you cluck, see the pool blaze with farm animals, liberated and fuzzy-like, yowling in yr lap a place they recognize through the rude noise of "rough trade")

(FROM JMB's CANTAR DEL HUFF or is it that these of 10/11/06 are more to blame? or has something else more like panic got hold of you--you'll agree this wd be a perfect moment for a real case of agoraphobia (fear of large spaces)--and just in case that is what you're feeling, I think it only healthy to tell you that a concealed computer has been welded beneath the floor and shortly after I had that insight I abruptly experienced a sensation in my eyes that I have never had before! It was a high-speed eye-movement that made people disinclined to be near or converse with me. I myself feel it as an exceedingly fast flickering motion. It occurs to me that with this condition I'm also in danger of running awkwardly and tripping over things, and so I figure I better just hunker down here and wait for you to bring me all my meals. Since in all essentials I'm telling the truth, I fear no repercussions, though I do believe that there's a latticework made of billions of glowing balls and that this is called "Balls-on-Parade." When you consider that anyone with this sort of overpowering insight has at least twice the average brain capacity, you can see that I represent the beginning of a breakthrough into something new and greater than sematico "slayer" descended from your nose)

(from CANTAR DEL HUFF)

(from JMB's CANTAR DEL HUFF "running" through the crowded room nine ways to mull over fallen men from the middle period of development of the western United States; the "murk-thought" you carried regarding these fallen sleek duffs was not unlike the danger your country is in that it doesn't even know about; shall we call it a steady clunk wrapped behind a pocket fire and pills dancing on the kitchen floor - lotta weeds here . . . lotta weed-heads, too, for that matter, thank the Lord)

NOTE: FILL IN THE BLANKS are drawn at random by Blaster Al Ackerman using the poet John M. Bennett's classic work CANTAR DEL HUFF while Bennett was in town reading at another venue and tempting young people to observe how flat balloons stuff his shoes.

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