Sound Off

Let’s workshop this poem about militarized rhythm, ritualized humiliation, and the conversion of private degradation into public spectacle within the architecture of boot-camp discipline.

scent of the day: Dukkan (Semi-Bespoke: 1gr Turkish Rose), by Elkhaldi

Another rose oud but this has a jasmine undercurrent and a lovely menthol quality. The earthiness it emphasizes, after its bubblegum-connection to L’Huere Exquise fades, is not the chocolateyness of Malik al-Taif but a rootiness that I also feel in Violette Iriani. It is way up there in ranks but I hesitate to say that even with this extra rose in here it can compete with Amphora’s Attainment. As for my first wear it is great but overhyped.

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Sound Off

The drill instructor tells Yankee you
to “moan like a gook” 
as he thumps his office desk

double-time (“Eskimo pussy
is mighty cold”) and, after a good five
full of boots squealing

for purchase, parades
that bare ass (“good boy”)
into the valley of squad-bay attention.

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