Jim Trainer

LIVING IN THE BLACK&WHITE

In Uncategorized on May 28, 2021 at 11:32 am

I went walking into the city dusk.  I had Gun In Mouth Blues on at cilia-frying levels and kept my phones on while stalking angrily through the Whole Foods Industrial Complex.  The fine bodies and smooth skin, shirtless bros in sunglasses, yoga pants and dogs fed my alienation.  I need to be careful with this anger.  It’s good for the pain but numbs everything else.  I face a solitude I never earned.  Anger’s just the cheapest way to get there.  It’s easier to be alone if you act like you hate everyone. I come to the temple of this room, redoubled even in failure knowing the cost of my anger is a price I can no longer pay.
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Did you catch Matt Borczon yesterday? How about your homeboy this month? I’m hard at work on STRIDE, my seventh full-length collection of poetry and it’s a dark one. Every book has been a spell and this one is no exception. I suppose in hoping to soar you’ve got to grovel first and anyway live down the generations’ karma of bad love and war. Patrons at the $10 level will get a signed and acknowledged copy of STRIDE and Patrons at the $5 level get all the access. Poems and songs, readings and missives like the one selected above are all yours for supporting your long-suffering romantic nihilist, Jim Trainer.

Fight war not wars.
—CRASS

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RETIREMENT BLUES

In Uncategorized on May 10, 2021 at 1:52 pm

THE FOLLOWING POST WAS WRITTEN BETWEEN MONDAY MAY 3 AND FRIDAY MAY 7, 2020

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If a man doesn’t work he doesn’t eat. Not me saying that in the bible.
Sheldon B. Lamey

Fucked. Forgive me if I dispense with the pleasantries. No need, right? We know each other. No need to go any further with Sheldon, either. He’s just as fucked but on a whole other level.  HEY YOU SITTING AT HOME TOO MANY PLACES HIRING FOR YOU TO STILL BE COLLECTING UNEMPLOYMENT, he posts, as the human race greasily slides down an evolutionary link. I don’t know how we became friends on the socials but we’re not anymore! Unfriending him was the healthiest choice and one of many I am making today. Waking up fucked in America. 

I called Community Care but they only see refugees. Lone Star Circle of Care can’t see me until June 29th. I got my blood work and treatment notes from Austin Gastro this morning. Signed up on the patent portal. My next round of calls will be to find a specialist who works with low-income patients. Otherwise I’ll have to file my taxes and go the Affordable Care route. All of my efforts hinge on my last phone call of the morning to the Texas Workforce Commission to see how much longer I can stay on unemployment. Fucked…


More and more this site is becoming what I always wanted for my work—a large and private audience and anyway a direct line to you.  I don’t get the same charge blogging as I did in earlier days of the Final Century, when you could make it here, when comedy made you laugh and your dick still functioned.
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Tuesday was an off day and I didn’t get much done. I successfully avoided doing my taxes, if inactivity counts for anything but I’d imagine Monica “Don’t fuck around.” Clark isn’t pleased. I talked with sustainability impresario and all-around Good Witch Melissa “Mesa” Materese though, and she worked wonders by offering simple connection and laughter. Also:

  • probiotics, broken up and dissolved in coconut water, switching between brands and strengths
  • kefir, in coconut water (non-dairy), feed the kefir to stretch it out as it’s a culture that will grow on its own
  • mesalamine in a flare, give it a try for 3 days, if doesn’t work try a couple more
  • ginger+tumeric, turmeric in everything but it needs something like ginger that’s heating
  • chia seeds, chia pudding made from soaking the seeds overnight
  • water, 1/2 your weight in oz. a day, with ginger+turmeric root throughout the day, chew the softened root at the end of the day or add it to dinner
  • Collagen, builds up the cellar lining of the intestine
  • peppermint oil, rubbed on belly in a counter-clockwise direction and on the soles of the feet
  • Do I have Candida?
  • Go outside, get out from 4 walls and breathe

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FAREWELL FOR NOW

In Uncategorized on April 29, 2021 at 4:39 pm

What has become of the green pleasant fields of Jerusalem?
Twentieth Century Man, The Kinks

I don’t care about these “jokes” being offensive. They’re just not funny. They’re not clever. There’s a reason he never made it anywhere as a comedian. He is not funny and he is not smart. He is, however, very good at capitalizing off of dumb people. For that I applaud him.
—EastSideFishMurder on Twitter

Luckily, the University of Vermont has begun an incentive program to encourage New England farmers to delay their second cutting, so the birds have enough time to breed and raise their young.
—Didi Jackson

I’m happy to announce that STRIDE, my 7th full-length collection of poetry will be released this year through Yellow Lark Press.  Supporters at the $10 level on Patreon will receive a copy of the collection, signed and acknowledged and absolutely free.  I’m thrilled to be able to offer supporters at any level what will become exclusive content.  

The amount of work I come across from poets involved in academia is staggering.  Most of them are teachers.  They’ve had books published and their collections benefit from the push of publishers.  I write poetry.  I’m not enmeshed in the Higher-Learning Industrial Complex. I don’t teach.  I won’t have to because I’ve got you.  My 7th collection of poetry will be out before year’s end.  Stay tuned for its news and announcement.  I need to step away from Going For the Throat.  This much craziness is too much pain.  I need to concentrate on getting my health in order and rather than impede the total access I’ve proudly always offered you, I’ve decided to just put it down.  You came for The Real and if I’m not in a place to deliver then I won’t.  I’d rather not say anything if I can’t offer anything crucial, or of import.  I’ve little to report these days because I’m coming down off a decade of outrage, and the anger is no bueno for your Writer right now.  This isn’t bad news.  

The bad news is that the channels are clogged with pseudo-science and amateur punditry.  I no longer wish to be part of the discourse and let’s be honest these terms are incredibly generous.  What’s happening in the world isn’t political.  What the fascists are offering isn’t an argument.  I’m not arguing.  I’m mad but I can’t afford to be.  With your help I’ll figure that out but in the meantime I’m through yelling at folks who are never going to listen.  I know it was never about them, it was about us, but between debilitation from illness and crushing hopelessness, I’m at a loss.  My weekly posts have become a diary, and when I see the unending stream of petty and self-involved concern that is social media I don’t want to add to it.  The bad news is it’s the end of the world and the public at large won’t include my voice throwing it down and cutting up through the fray.  

I’d like to invite you over the paywall in the meantime, and to join me on Patreon for exclusive products, performances and content—including posts from your Writer that would’ve normally appeared on the pages of Going For the Throat, were the discourse not completely sunk and my well-being not at stake.  Patrons contributing at the $10 level will get a copy of STRIDE, signed and acknowledged, in 2021 and I’m happy to offer supporters at any level what will be exclusive content during this respite.  

See you on the other side, motherfucker. 

THANK YOU.


But it’s written in the starlight
and every line in your palm
We are fools to make war
on our brothers in arms
—Dire Straits

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