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"Our weapon is the moving picture."
-- John Malkovich as F.W. Murnau, Shadow of the Vampire

What looks like blood
probably is
or is not
I forget

The doctor is expected
with the wagon
train and a busy

I'd like to plan
the night scenes
without many extras
or bees

-- Melodrama interlude --
Oh no
a candle

Ferret up
the stone steps
and conceal
stiff arms

resist water
to do

right foot
write after car
a week

coat famous label
with pretty impressive

it's all good
and naked
it's all free

no other day
did somebody
literally hundreds
floral cool
just call no better
at a great price
.com flowers

sooner phoenix
masters earn their
you are the largest
business exploration
of free information

Make your fortune
beside you
pick up

Now remember
superstitious peasants
the unclean
invoke very good

a native
has wandered
wolf she'll not be bothered

More concern
the composition

What's the scene

begin very slowly
contracts are afraid
you must go

go forward end
local workers ahead

very slowly
heading for the tunnel
unexplored and untouched

meet the white
no words

Keep winding
follow it in
make down
and end

Out of breath
got it
overture to symphony of horrors

To prefer the bruised fruit. Apple of sex, not a peach.

Parting lips in a landscape. To coordinate by the kiss, all roads leading to it. Dirt dampened on its way clearly to mud.

Nothing replaces heighth of a parapet, of a principle. Conditions of cellular production without a view.

"Stardust." Animal filament forms between our bodies. Perfecting the work or the life frets a string.

Gauze is a poor concealer. Spinnerts blind my eye to markets. The point is to apprehend the world. Achoo, you're under arrest.

On your toes the red-rimmed inclines toward purple. Your face masking a future, eyes fixed on the back of your favorite head. Light uninterrupted by curvature bears the apple away.

A solar principle surrounded by the night it blinds. The new twenties threaded through with colorful overproduction. Who can stop the Chinese orbiter?

Who would stop. Catch rain in a rusty oil barrel, see your tax dollars at work. Oxidation happens.

"Crazy." In your torn dress you follow the trail of ruby slippers. Bowery boudoir under pale glass slivers. A couch in the middle of the street.

Put that in your pipe and smoke it. The information is arranged in blue and green plastic bins, later to be hauled away. Stockroom fucking, mean what you say.

Mean what you say, there's enough for everyone.

Fruited skin of harvestime wrapped in hot foil—that's desire. Archaic agricultural methods accumulate beards of virtue. Plain as your nose.

Slender's the least of her.

Hunger's attractive package if your dream were mine. The best song in the world! The last of Ithaca's only lonely, moated by what we know. A blow.

Call Me Suzy

I am am what that song says too much
of a good thing. This is a swan swim
much like my papa told me what it was.
Like me you glass over. I could breathe

today without plastic and I love kites
and hope to die with roots inside.
That love walks me. It is what jumps
in streetlight and I could hope. Comes

from the tummy and smile because
it rubs me right. I love sun. I can
see you missing. I can hug my knees
and hold because because he is.

Rental Illness

appear to be the only
you that you will observe

carry the credit line
W. Shakespeare

Elizabeth's parents
Barbara Walters

sit down in front of
a vast wasteland

having been blue for charity

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driven allemang with bone and soul -

a voice enters in ill-defined liquid encaustics....... still simmering in infinite potential. paus d if need be.............. the gun, A revolver, placed pirouette dark and later,,,,, a lost one or unborn GG with a Ministry, along w/ allthe dead pets th t art there (and blessed be their nameS) - with holystump ::: holyholy praisepraise holyholy being the patterned (1) in economy ( last without an address )|||---- an offering in apricot -2-drag ___ out later the flag stuck to inflamed limit parade. batterfanged and bailey wiped - ledges turn to dissolving spirit names that dare not perfect a shape day-by-day or soloist.

there, the law is debunked for lack of credit - voices pulled forth with hypnotic sketches..... as a sure-footed fairE crossedrecrossed opend closed marooned - bey nd laws and rules with $4 crossing fee.

no question of moral bells,
dead fish,
and shameful
thrush perfect songs -
as all pages
turn past our

Short mind in a Fast Mach

it was there, before the start, before being recorded as a truth decorum, that didn't happen, and did or could, be a more-or-less unceremonious pain significance, with an air of pre-planned hair cuttings, firmly planted shelter systems for furniture copulation quick-dry cement in the works by numbers, paint by numbers offer that soothes the thought process to a obligatory sea full of abundant entities including those sea horses of different color, isolated with nothing else to do in those vast vistas of three clicks of a heel grand rapids, well, not grand rapids, but close to a thousand islands and canada's niagara fall's ripley's believe-it-or-not-wax-museum, which never showed a single sea hose in its natural environment since beginning day-in-day-out hodgepodge humdrum lingering stood on the everything stock pile that was given sticking point name points for the entire compilation found at security stations check points where each and every noun or new low noun is crossed out in a process, similar to sinking the bismarck, or the last supper meal war bond winner takes-all from the lesser demarcation bay of pigs interlude, between vietnam and that korean oasis moving parallel, on the quarter hour propaganda for feeding just before nap time, in or with oceans of cream corn and overcooked meat monday through thursdays, never on fishstickfridays with those special behind the gym cheap bus motel rendezvous, alone on a deserted barber chair for the first time marking decisions without index vote casting machines moon walks and those all inclusive projection devices for futurist moving black lace panties in-and-out of idle atmosphere where the guide dog uses it to take anyone to outer edge of the known and/or unknown snapped back universe between dentistry and detergent to an or-or compulsion fastidious roundabout way of progressing through penal eye codes, true-false conclusions hat and tie testing, this is your weapon, this is your gun in the name of "I" holy sickness and normal health simile parking lot for reused harbingers and cast lots pointers, changes that could be cloud nine from planet nine sheets on a shingle sheeted plain blank white paper tigers, tangled messages or the messenger that became the "if nothing else fails," single doppler on double decker marriage blood test and syphilis overcoat, masters and bachelor's and master's master, but not yet, and still the midwest mayonnaise roustabout, curtailing deep fried southern everything nowhere as faraway faraday from there to here, could be eternity punctuated before a drunken stupor mechanics obligatory factory first plan best plan to the hair which wretch wrench is a ratchet which is not phillips cuts best in maccurthur's modus operandi, I shall return I shall return or just fade away in the eye of "a" god white as irony snow ho ho budwiser never more and never more waits to sign the stop-watch mail-clerk check-point procreator without a flair return to sender love letter.

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Heart freed of fluttering you take me
back, though I was holding. A word
is a test. The city finds it, repeating,
like a wish, like something willed,
it moves it forwards by two
directions: sliding backwards and
eyeing forwards. If it doesn't ignite
you, it was nothing, you dusted
yourself off, strengthened your clothes
and walked on. "Instruct them by giving
permission, tuning the continuum with
shades of color, notes of sound."

Fate is an awning, bumping against
the side of the house in a heavy

Reading about Emily Dickinson yesterday (in relation to Boston and place as poetics, as well as to Sylvia, opening scene of the film's title superimposed on trees outside of Boston somewhere): "After the first book she thought in ecstacy, 'This then is a book! And there are more of them!'"

Antonia Palacios and Elizabeth Schon, likewise, write for Caracas as a 20th century universe. Each street or avenue a novel, possible re-writing of the city. From a computer seat, timed hour, lined notebook. Allston, Massachusetts is Brazil in the window signs w/ a music's clear intent. Venezuela (repetition) in my case.

What could be said about Martha Kornblith's reading of Plath in Caracas of the early to mid 1990s? With a bored glance, Kornblith flourishing a scholar's patient library, wading through fear.

We have progr
tional stages, s
few murky pas
mix of adult rights
bilities -- begins bef
some, lasts forever.
arrived in the mid-3
pushed back well
for old age, it is rare
paraphernalia of ph
walkers, wheelchair

best fist forward, un-dyed eyes & this loose-fitting chicken skin? I went a'peckin' -- dancers on bamboo squares fry the details, baby sugar wasps! change down, less than one, less than negative "A" / jump away from the blast, carbon tissue fractal, hell of fire -- we all rushed out into the parking lot to watch the flames.

will we find any eggs on Halloween morn? Yes, but they will be filled with baby spiders, flesh-creepers -- down up on the bottom of the bus, I found the bottle (no msg) I've been in costume all year long. butter-blood cakes & far to go away, lazy iron eye. why patch it? I'm back on the bus -- I have the "ECO" Pass (no need for a trans/fer.) no gambling?

back try seven shields, hanging on the great wall, mocks nick at shiver stiff. big ol' Dr. buttons covering the stolen smock, spock! I walked into the wall right before the tumble-shift (axis) when the frame volume passes the round blaze cannon, dial into a log-warp or next nick, news. uh, numbers again. cartoon math smack-sheet & we're beaten and bleeding, aquatic sheep bleat bleach, ol' Dr. Shearer has run out of breath.

uh-huh, battle-box, right. I'm listening, thinking about a bottle of win(d)e(x)? I'm drier than a dehydrated tarantula sitting atop a slice of stale toast on a merman sundae. fashion bee / sting hive adema rash prick test, the worst part of the examination besides the smell of twelve-year old aged steak in my trikker-treet bag. (flinch)


you had asked if I would submit some of iduna to as-is.. I can only put parts since the whole is muti-layered as one of other as-is'ers (the brillant) Eileen Tabios spoke of and also the wonderful new editor of Boog City stephanie young
in there recent post.... but I thought I would send the background text, which is in light gray tones, running vertically along the edges, behind this is yet another graphic element, but it seems I can only enter one at a time. it also seemed to go with a recent post by Eileen, so I send this as a complement that that wonderful work....

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maysa duwa tallo apat lima anim pito walo siyam sangapulo

so aniapay?

"okiinam" imbaga ni Catie Cariaga. uray no amo na ti translation, di na amo nga really horrible dayta context ta saan nga agpayso nga born ti Ilokano

uy. ag "first gasp" laeng siak ditoy. sigh: basit nga basit na daytoy nga childhood language ko. sayang sayang sayang

I was making my way past / new country / worn for pleasure's / in the car, after the hour's glare from Boston to West Falmouth / infancy / thanks for the books / completely paperless / to those few / absolute readership / the hermeneutics of bobas / a DJ to admire / a poet talking about newspaper articles / in the classroom / in the gloom / to our posts / go sleep with escape / Florida, too, was there.

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the cracks tend to
power has to be
"a holistic system"

No doubt
transmission towers

Sem Cultura
Bt Raymond L Bianchi

Figuras na sombra
dirty socks in the water
o sol de verão
burning the liquid out
mapas do pensamento
thinking about people that I do not know
o cheiro tropical
flowing into the sea

grandes lançamentos
listening for the critic’s rebuke
poesia dos gordos
and a table filled with cakes
nos seus dilemas
whom do I love?
obras fortes
like Guernica or Emile Nolde’s Crucifixion
mil palavras sobre bolos e sorvete
especially lemon
no espírito de uma pessoa grande e barulhenta e um pouco desarrumada
I hate when my shirt sticks out of my fly
todo os santos e todas as carnes juntos
cooked over a fire on a spit
the tank stands before the man
um abraço com mãos de ferro


I versi del poeta innamorato non contano.
--Ennio Flaiano

He are water
That's mere theory

He shift-shape to attract
But evaporate before ______

He heard: "Toss evanescence"
Still he shift-shape

You think yourself "ghost"?
Then why remain here being cruel

Didn't you hear haven't you heard
Third party pronoun = weak strategy

My first post


Circular Descent

With a wink and a nod we are pressing Saudi Arabia to monitor charities that
are funded by the tax dollars of people who work with their hands. These
Contributions should not go to clone babies of men who love cats and strong
cheeses; they are not like us. On Tuesday, a woman, pregnant with a
terrorist was due to give birth but declined to give any details about her
terrorist's eating habits. This Terrorist girl bears a cross and a sword
that cuts the heart out of solace in broken streets. They burned the Jews
alive in Mainz in the Ghetto in 1106 as they went on a journey.

Scientific communities have challenged statements in the past that women
pregnant with terrorists are among us. Doctors and scientists reject
terrorist cloning as irresponsible, saying the risk of creating deformed
terrorists is too great and that it poses ethical dilemmas. The doctor said
that the terrorists are "absolutely healthy." In May three women were
pregnant with terrorists. Clones born because their mother died of a water
borne disease unknown in the green-fat-land.

mexican farmers tramp through their farms with donkey drawn ploughs.
Planting a rock farm with little black soil, to make the frijoles grow
green.The ultimate goal that these farmers is to water gardens in suburbia for the
grandchildren of paddys and dagoes. Mexican farmers Increasingly find
themselves saddled with mountains of unsold produce. The produce rots in the
trucks because people like to eat boxes and not dull colored items like
fruit. Ask them to cut down the beef and dress it well for my table .

Women have fallen and hit the ground hard and on fire-twice in the history
of lower Manhattan. These aliens are so unlike the rest of us; they don't
spend weekends at games and they are mostly communists when they are not
watering lawns in suburbia. We left our brownness somewhere between Ellis
Island, the Triangle Shirtwaste fire and Sacco and Vanzetti. The clones
live in Central New Jersey and they are green with envy.

Mix, sail catches headache. Jaybird,
pushing verbs into bay, you verse
pawn shop upon the docks without
a wrench in the candlelight syrup
or weak dates dipped in pseudonym.

Your wristwatch constructs womb skin
of paper melody, where the inner sun
warms a bathtub to the brim of idea,
and two dogs guard tunnel visions,
each salivating pulses of studied film.

Odor of marrow walks in woodland.
For sale in a lost shopping cart
of pendular dissed integration,
and you satisfy droning solitude
with the sweet taste of untied DNA.

Plunging the nail into table manners,
a whine of metal slicing metal
is what they’ll notice about this small
fecund outpost, a flow of autumnal
noise stretched over organic weird.

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Congrats on iduna! Perhaps some excerpts from the book will show up on As/Is? Yedda Morrison's writing workshop sounds like an exciting space for poetry, and I think we all know how such spaces are sorely needed in the U.S. It's a shame that there aren't more of these types of organizations springing up at the margins, for if there were, perhaps readers and listeners of poetry wouldn't be so hard to locate.

yesterday, tuesday 10/28/03, I did a visiting writer's gig at The Hospitality House Writers Group, in the San Francisco Tenderloin, run by Yedda Morrison. I have done many of these visiting writer gigs, and what I noticed about this small outpost, miles away from academic circles was a adventuresome spirit in writing and pretty good understanding of writing that is often not found. for the first hour, we talked about my new book iduna from OBooks... they all had some brilliant insightful questions... the kind that kept me on my toes... and there there was a 45 min. open mike..I was the featured reader... all I can say was this experience was wonderful, and though one could credit to all involved since it was such a group event, I think there needs to be a huge acknowledgment of Yedda who has run the writing workshop (I think she said) for the last 3 years and done a wonderful wonderful job..

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big action time / I say they're 'bracelets' but she calls them rings around her wrists. Helix set: nega-watt "x" / one.second :: spiral sequence / Latitude "J" and hello. Freak(when)see :: spilt celestial milk (look south, towards the center.)

don't you cry / mama bayou MOCKingbird w/ diamond eyes :: nest perspective: Alpha L*E*O appROACHing. My construction-paper wristwatch is ready. (I used all of the red.)

set up top o that text-thing, the Mr. Mean Joe Green Jeans channel, ocho after ABC up w/ a box o snack crackers shaped like FISH :: splash FACTor, fission fishin'. (sign hung UP.)


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my modus operandi:
two dogs in a bathtub
pulling Santa Claus out of the North Pole
the inflatable play set
nation building in contemptuous terms
multi-dimensional knowledge

I'd Rather Be Sleeping

Dreams, wild hallucinations of flowers
made of oysters, lime shoots, sexual flamingos,
city architecture wet with warm breath, etc.

Say no to drugs, work hard.

Fragrances for sale
Bone marrow for sale
The veins of a cloud for sale
Theft from the store for sale
Refusal to sell for sale

Yawn, rub face, drink gin.

Bend. Out of color, requests pour
out the eras. These careens, so soft
they blister, shear the bucks. My green
is lost lately; my friends stir ectoplasm;
my float loses its wheel. What is cool?

Diagrams line continent with confetti
dropped by flying tea cups, identified
radar blips punctuated with emotional
need for seeing ghosts around the iris.
Fish backward currents, and they radiate.

History dirties up dream with its own
special sauce, oblivious of imaginary
numbers that crawl nationalized cracks;
one joke's tempted to transmit, to fling,
to hurl audiences a new acrimony.

Temp worker equals unheeded spirit
guest, or in chewing gum, the yes hive
expels pattern-lock upon car and driver.
Towards a blushed thermonuclear fur,
nice electroblood pulses through oxide.