As/Is

2.05.2010

Minority

When you are counted out be luminous
I was never one to cream for patriotic drivel
Who did you kill for herdsman?
I fired my first volley into the heart of turbulence
the panic was deafening.
shine or burn mister world citizen
There was a day and a half cage once
I slipped out into Brooklyn
for the piper's view
Charon followed sniffing the timeline
He rows when he rows
none more penitent
than fools in majority suits
Cut to scene 2010
take one in a majority world
You have the right to be counted out
of the divine page
For the right to be human?
For the right to be wrong
Scene ends with an animal search in Newark
Did Ginsberg howl?
He knew what he kn owed
I know what I owe
September prayers and no apologies
for being luminous in the shade.

posted by Billy on Friday, February 05, 2010

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1.15.2010

The Wound

I keep stabbing
and there's no blood
in the fridge.

posted by Billy on Friday, January 15, 2010

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1.05.2010

napoleon poem - Tolstoy, p 898

Napoleon went to seek repose before the grave.

Napoleon looked at him.

Napoleon frowned, and sat for a long time in silence,

his head in his hand.

Napoleon asked severely.

Napoleon shook his head.

Napoleon was not sleepy, and morning was still far off.

Napoleon ordered another glass.

posted by Vincent Ponka on Tuesday, January 05, 2010

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Simple yet effective, liked this very much.

# posted by Nobius on 7:15 PM

like it.

# posted by Billy on 5:19 AM

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12.29.2009

taught

y'ought to limit
yr appr
entice
ship
to a turnip
otto
I'm not kid
ding

planetary tubes
tied to your
grommet
or is it
the other
way around

landslide into
home beneath
our opposites
attract tracking
tankage
jazz must be
embedded like
reportage -ers
and then have some-
thing lingering
to say through

posted by Sheila Murphy on Tuesday, December 29, 2009

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12.28.2009

counter lies deceptions recover our own humanity

Deceit is the
Cinderella of
human

nature; essential to
our humanity
but ...

Human society is
a network
of

lies and deceptions
that would
collapse

under
the .... that
we are swimming

in a sea
of fables...
starting

with our own
minds. .... To
counter

this danger, the
Machiavellian module
developed

the ability to ...
Kennedy or
wiser

investment in our
own futures
than

to
fix a
broken .... So once
again, conservatives take

a position counter
to reality. ...
Why

do people lie?
To avoid
hurting

other people's feelings,
to cover
our

own
embarrassment, to
reassure the needlessly

anxious, to spare
unneccessary ... They
might

even lie to
us about
whether

we checked our
beliefs, ... Why
are

external
cues valued
over a person's

assessment of his
own preferences? ....
with

attacks on ones
stones with
counter

attacks,
not defensive
replies. ..... Not long

ago, in our
own country,
people

were killed, tortured, ...
duty to
inform

themselves so that
they could
counter

the huge propaganda .....
to a
place

of medical purity
that will
serve

humanity in the
way it ...
Ricky

Jay and I
had begun
our

discussion of lying
and deception
with

the .....
readers to
contribute their own

examples of lies,
lying and
deception, ...

couple of dozen
definitions, examples
and

counter-examples of lying. ....
you get
any

rest at night
constantly pondering
the

nature of humanity? ...
Evil requires
money

and deception to
grow and
to

attract and keep
followers .... Once
we

end
our own
delusions and slavish

lusts
for money
and ... In fact,

such
disasters would
be significantly easier

to recover from
if ... Money
is

an addiction more
powerful than
heroin

and humanity is
in dire
need

of intervention ... Body
Language - Lies:
Are

We All Masters
of Deception?" ...
To

avoid hurting other
people's feelings,
to

cover our own
embarrassment, to
reassure

the ...
The Obamas
have also started

their own holiday
traditions in
their

new home, .... affordability
and truly
helps

get the best
out of
our

health care system. ...

posted by TT on Monday, December 28, 2009

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12.25.2009

some visuals - link

http://www.flickr.com/photos/shemurph/

posted by Sheila Murphy on Friday, December 25, 2009

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12.06.2009

By the Time We Left the Village, It Was Raining Legibly

Some of
My most
Beautiful moments
Result from
Perfect misunderstanding

posted by Sheila Murphy on Sunday, December 06, 2009

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12.05.2009

Process as Art

Process as Art
Originally uploaded by crescentsi

posted by crescent on Saturday, December 05, 2009

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Hell! Why it's posted on the far right hand side, I'll never know!!

Comme ce comme ca!!

# posted by crescent on 11:34 AM

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11.28.2009

The Best Day I can Imagine

You are here.
Despite my mis-love of clouds and impending rain,
It is cloudy and has rained.
It may continue raining.

We have had guests.
Each guest was lovely.
We laughed and each tone of the laughter
Made us feel less likely to give up or be ill.

The guests have left.
We have the place to ourselves.
The football game is over, and the coach.
the loss was not embarrassing; we almost won.

Tomorrow is still Sunday.
There is time replete with lack of scheduling.
The coffee place is open then.
Our computer keyboards fit our hands.

The mystery I have read was good.
I am number 07 on a list of 108 people
on the Phoenix Public Library list
To get the book just out I have to read.

Weather complements reading, writing, drawing.
There is so much to talk about.
You are interested on the latest incident
Regarding a sports figure.

My yogurt is being drained into very firm
Greek-plus yogurt some people call "yogurt cheese,"
but which I call the sine qua non of breakfast food
with apples, cinnamon, and flax seed.

The present tense keeps nourishing itself.
People keep saying I look young.
I keep eating apples, firm yogurt, etc.
When I breathe I think of you.

posted by Sheila Murphy on Saturday, November 28, 2009

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11.27.2009

hanging out with Emma

posted by AlexG on Friday, November 27, 2009

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wellllllll.... I'm in Culver City working on someone else's computer & put this on the wrong blog. don't know how to remove it.

so my return to As Is isn't as....

# posted by AlexG on 11:36 AM

You know, Alex, it's pretty nice to see these :) Even if they are "vacationing" here on as/is

# posted by Sheila Murphy on 9:11 PM

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11.14.2009

Fourteen November

Miguel is driving.
I'm a quiet child; I sleep through rain.
The moment has soft pores,
A perfect Saturday to ride.

My dream, my mother's house,
The deeper sleep one is allowed
Within the comfort
Of implied protection,

I sleep my mood, my home,
Miguel controls the windscreen;
Wipers stretching back and forth.
Mother blessed the place

She left us, miles ago.
My home, her heart still there.
Long rainbows form her young face,
As the mist becomes my sleep.

posted by Sheila Murphy on Saturday, November 14, 2009

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good stuffs. the restless poet

# posted by Billy on 11:33 PM

Glad to see you're still out there Sheila.

# posted by Nobius on 5:15 AM

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11.08.2009

Left Lair

Will have to pilfer empire
from where I brood
Hadn't set out to be besieged
by the slow decay
The bodhisattva called
and the flood drowned saul
woke up in the belly of Brooklyn
how's that for hindsight?
So "drumroll"
Will have to pilfer empire
to maintain the covenant

posted by Billy on Sunday, November 08, 2009

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This has to have one of the best endings I've ever read.

Nice Billy.

# posted by Nobius on 5:16 AM

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10.01.2009

Or some other work that fulfills you

For wholeness, I only want to see
what's really not there when you
turn to gel down your hair in the
mirror, cow-licking to intensity
those wide, brash eyes and that
querulous stare that seems to say,
look at me! look at me and relive
the pain of knowing you were once
a tree, a lush garden shady spot in
the bowels of the city, avec some
inner-knowing, far-reaching familiar
rootless limbs and leaves.

posted by Ani Smith on Thursday, October 01, 2009

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9.13.2009

the concept of podcasts

My anime shrine
        comes with an
airtight plastic lid
        capable of with-
standing extreme
        fluctuations in
temperature. I didn't
        have to kill any-
thing to make it.

posted by mark young on Sunday, September 13, 2009

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Love it!

# posted by crescent on 3:51 AM

Really points out the neurotic tendancies of modern life :-)

# posted by crescent on 3:55 AM

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9.03.2009

Calliope Nerve Media Presents Edward Wells II's hawrs

The great poetry experiment continues as Calliope Nerve is proud to present Edward Wells II's HAWRS. Download the e-book now, free of charge.

"HAWRS" is the latest collection of poetry by Edward C. Wells, produced and distributed by Calliope Nerve- an independent press whose editors have taken an interest in the use of new and changing technologies to connect readers and writers.

The experimental poetry of Edward Wells II is another example of Calliope Nerve's support of diverse and non-traditional approaches to both publishing and the production of creative content. This latest offering will both amuse and perplex.

In "HAWRS", Wells has made use of various tools that manipulate text along predetermined parameters (exclusions, fields) and applied them to the texts of content that he has selected. Commonly called "cut-up", his methods seek to change the way that a reader will interact with the work and derive meaning, as the context is de-emphasized and the burden of conveyable ideas rests, necessarily, on key words. He uses programs that are available online to modify the text from the original arrangements which he then edits to produce his poetry. Wells does not stop at text with his experimentation, choosing to manipulate sound as well, spoken words transcribed into text. He has manipulated the internal arrangements of articles, and also the positions by halving content and rearranging them.

Wells shows what can be done with words, and pushes us to take another look at the ideas we hold onto regarding linear structures.

--Lynn Alexander (The Sphere, Full of Crow)
Labels: calliopenerve, ebooks, Edward Wells II, experimental text

posted by Nobius on Thursday, September 03, 2009

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